The fat Luna
I was born with the gift of motherhood-my body made to bear the heirs-but a fatal claw, I was fat.
My mate despised my curves, calling me crude and disgusting, never once touching me with love.
He turned to my cousin Dariya, a slender beauty, seeking to marry her and discard me as his second mate.
They threw me into the outlawed territories, where rogues and feral wolves roamed, waiting to devour the weak.
They descended on me like vultures, their claws tearing into my flesh, their howls a symphony of my suffering.
But death wasn't the end.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment my mate had chosen my cousin.
This time, I would not be discarded.
I would bear the Alpha's children and become the Luna.
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Chapter 2
Mike looked at me with suspicion. "You agreed so easily? Back when I married you, you said you wanted a bond that would last a lifetime, one mate for eternity."
I hid a cold smile behind my sweet expression.
He remembered those words, and yet he dared to do such a thing. His famine relief efforts may have earned him accolades, but I was born into the prestigious Riche Pack. My father's family had generations of wealth built on commerce, and I knew better than to openly challenge him now.
Suppressing the urge to strike him, I forced a dazzling smile. "Dariya isn't an outsider. Marrying you is already a blessing for me. How could I not agree?"
Mike's eyes gleamed with pleasure, his gaze lingering on me with newfound desire. "Jade, we've been married a year, and yet we've never consummated the bond. Your behavior today pleases me. Perhaps I'll spend the night in your chambers as a reward."
I stepped back delicately. "Unfortunately, it's my time of the moon," I said lightly.
Mike's expression darkened. "Don't think I desire your coarse, fat body. I was merely offering you pity. See to the preparations for Dariya's welcome. That's your responsibility now." With a huff, he turned on his heel and left.
That night, I caught a glimpse of Dariya sneaking into Mike's study, staying until the first rays of dawn. I smiled coldly. These two vile creatures. This lifetime, I wouldn't let them get away with anything.
I meticulously reviewed the properties and assets my mother had gifted me upon my marriage, consolidating every estate under my name. Then, I commissioned the most extravagant wedding supplies imaginable, sparing no expense.
Dariya's mother was a woman of no status, with no dowry to speak of. In our past life, they had coveted the wealth my mother had entrusted to me. They wouldn't stop until they drained me dry.
Did they wish for the grandest wedding the pack had ever seen? Very well, I would ensure they got what they wanted-but not without consequence.
Beta Mike's heroic relief efforts were well-known across the packs. When the time came to settle the accounts, who would dare demand repayment from an abandoned mate like me?
Once the wedding arrangements were nearly complete, I excused myself under the pretense of praying.
I remembered from my past life that the Alpha of our Pack, Jason, had once fallen victim to an aphrodisiac in this remote temple. He had sought solace with a farmer's daughter, a girl praying for her sick family. Poor and powerless, she became his Luna, but her inability to conceive left her cast aside, her spirit broken until she withered away.
This time, I intervened.
I found the young farmer's daughter before the events could unfold and offered her a generous sum of werewolf coins, enough to cover her family's medical expenses. Grateful, she left the temple with her blessings.
That night, I stayed in her quarters, waiting patiently. It wasn't long before I heard the soft scuffle of footsteps and whispers outside the door.
"She's unmarked," a shrill voice whispered. "No mate bond. She's perfect. Quickly, bring the Alpha in. The effects of the drug are intensifying, and there's no time to waste."
The door burst open, and they dragged in a man.
His powerful presence filled the room despite the haze clouding his amber eyes. His pheromones, strong and intoxicating, left no doubt that he was Alpha Jason.
The door slammed shut behind him, and before I could even process the sound, he was on me.
His body, heated and tense with the drug coursing through his veins, collided with mine, his movements frantic, almost primal. His wolf was in control now-his eyes wild with a hunger I couldn't escape, his scent thick with dominance.
He didn't ask for permission. He took me as though I were his to claim, his hands rough, almost violent, yet there was an unsettling reverence in the way he held me-like I was something fragile, precious, and utterly his.
His lips brushed against my skin, marking every inch of me, his teeth grazing my neck as he growled again.
The pain hit suddenly-a sharp, tearing sensation, a tearing of flesh and pride, as if he were leaving an indelible mark on me that would never fade. My body tensed under the pressure, but I didn't flinch. Not this time. The sting wasn't nearly as fierce as the betrayal I had endured in my past life.
His teeth sank deeper, and I let him. I let him claim me , marking me with a possessiveness. I surrendered to the pull.
By dawn, Jason stirred. He sat up, his gaze falling on the crimson-stained cloth beside him. A satisfied smile played on his lips. "You, first time. Who are you? I'm Alpha Jason of Silverfang. I marked you last night. Rest assured, you'll be cared for."
I knelt before him, my voice steady as I met his startled gaze.
"I am Jade, the eldest daughter of Tudor, a merchant of the Pack. I was married to Beta Mike."
Jason's eyes widened, the golden hue of his wolf flaring in disbelief. "You. You're Mike's mate? But you were unmarked-untouched!"
I bowed my head, letting my voice tremble with carefully crafted vulnerability.
"I used half of my family's fortune to aid Beta Mike's famine relief efforts. It was the only way I could secure the position of his mate. But he has always despised me for my appearance, never consummating our bond. Now, he plans to break our bond and take my cousin Dariya as his Luna. I fled here to escape a life of humiliation."
Jason's gaze darkened.
"Mike dares to insult the mate bond? To cast you aside for another?"
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7.2
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She's spent years dreaming of Liam, chasing his smile, starving for his attention. But tonight, all he sees is the next girl he can break. And Eden? She's not enough.
Desperate to change that, she does the unthinkable.
She turns to Hunter Cross.
Captain of the hockey team. Cold. Arrogant. Brutally sexual. The kind of man girls dare not fantasize about-but Eden does. She begs him to teach her how to flirt, how to kiss, how to touch a man until he forgets every woman before her.
Hunter agrees-but only under one condition.
"If I teach you how to seduce him, then for one month... you belong to me. Fully. No questions. There are no limits."
Now Eden is learning far more than she bargained for-lessons in pleasure, in control, in giving up her body piece by piece to a man who doesn't believe in love. Each touch Hunter demands pushes her deeper into the kind of sin she never imagined, the kind that leaves her shaking, soaked, and begging for more.
But the deeper she falls, the more dangerous the game becomes.
Because Hunter's not just training her for another man.
He's breaking her for himself.
And he has no intention of ever letting her go.
For fans of Haunting Adeline, Twisted Games, and Credence-this is a dangerously seductive enemies-to-lovers story with a filthy slow burn, a dominant hero, and an ending that will leave you breathless.
Warning: This book contains explicit adult content, power-play dynamics, rough language, and high-heat scenes intended for mature readers only.
9.5
I was in a Zurich boardroom signing a contract worth fifty million dollars when I saw the photo that ended my marriage.
It was an Instagram notification from the woman I paid to scrub my toilets.
The caption read: "My little prince deserves the world."
The photo showed her son holding a custom-made porcelain doll with diamond-dust eyes. It was the only one in the world, commissioned specifically for my daughter, Lily.
I cancelled the deal and flew home immediately.
When I arrived at my daughter's school, I found the housekeeper wearing my vintage Chanel coat and driving my car.
My husband, Austyn, didn't run to greet me. He ran past our crying daughter to comfort the housekeeper's son.
"Don't you dare touch my son!" he screamed at me, protecting the boy while our daughter scraped her knees on the pavement.
He looked at me with pure hate, confident that he could take half my assets in a divorce.
He forgot that I wasn't just a wife. I was the Duchess of the Miller Syndicate, the most powerful crime family in New York.
I pulled out my phone and froze every account he had.
"You want a divorce?" I asked, signaling my security team to step forward.
"Take off the suit, Austyn. I paid for it."
"You are leaving this marriage exactly how you entered it. With nothing."
7.1
They said she killed the prince, but what if they were wrong?
Selene was the pack's beloved queen until everything changed. Someone put poison in the prince's drink and he died. Everyone blamed Selene. Her own husband, the king, said she had to die.
But Selene didn't do it.
The night before her death, a magic lady saved her. She gave Selene special powers that let her know when people tell lies. Now Selene looks different and has a new name.
She comes back to her old home as a stranger. No one knows who she really is. She can hear the truth now, and the truth is scary. The real killer is still there, hurting more people. He has big plans to destroy everyone she once loved.
Her old husband still thinks about her every day. His heart is broken because he thinks he killed his wife. But the new Selene is not the same person anymore. She is stronger and has magic powers.
She wants to catch the real bad guy and save her people. But doing the right thing might mean losing everything again.
Will she tell everyone who she really is, or will she keep her secret forever?
7.2
I went to the Alpha Heir's office to tell him I was pregnant. I thought three years of devotion meant something.
Instead, I heard him laughing with his mistress.
"She's just a pet," Holden said. "A placeholder until you were ready."
While I lay bleeding in the clinic, mourning my lost child, Holden sent a "prank" cake laced with ghost peppers to the only father figure I had left. The shock gave the old man a heart attack, killing him instantly.
Holden didn't know about the miscarriage. He didn't know he had killed his own heir.
He just dragged me out of the hospital bed and ordered me to be a bridesmaid at his wedding to the mistress.
"Kneel and hold her train," he commanded, using his Alpha Voice to force me down. "That is your place."
He thinks I'm broken. He thinks I'm trapped because I'm a weak Omega.
But he forgot about the bet he made six months ago. He bet me as a prize in a street race against the ruthless Alpha King—and lost.
I dialed the private number I swore I'd never use.
"You won," I whispered into the phone. "Come get me."
Holden is waiting for me at the altar, expecting a submissive servant.
He has no idea that the Alpha King is coming to claim his prize, and his world is about to burn.
8.8
My wedding day was ruined by a crazed woman named Isolde, who claimed my husband, Ezekiel, was her soulmate from a past life.
Then, after a car accident, Ezekiel faked amnesia, siding with her and putting me through hell.
He let Isolde murder my mother, forced me to face my deepest fears, and poisoned me in public.
When I finally had Isolde arrested, Ezekiel's revenge was swift and brutal. He kidnapped me and, in a final act of cruelty, snapped the neck of my puppy, Muffin-the only comfort I had left.
He thought he had broken me, that he had destroyed every last piece of my soul.
He was wrong. He had just unleashed a monster.
Now, from the shadows, I will dismantle his empire, ruin his life, and make him pay for every tear I shed. My revenge has just begun.
9.2
His sharp intake of breath washed over her. His gaze dragged over her breast to her mound that the thong did a bad job covering. Every part of her body his dark, hungry gaze touched, burned.
His voice was deeper than any she ever heard. "On the couch."
She obeyed without thinking. She made her way to the couch and sank into the plush cushions.
"Spread your legs."
She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. A frustrated groan left Jason's lips and Anna jumped at the sound. Before she could blink, she was pushed back on the couch, Jason's lips over hers.
His hands grazed her nipples, and he shoved her thighs apart, settling between them. He took her breast into his mouth, biting, sucking, tugging until sparks shot to her core.
"Jason-" she gasped, desperate.
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Anna was supposed to be enjoying her sister's wedding afterparty, not stuck in a locked car with the groom's infuriating older brother.
Jason Knight-best man, shameless flirt, her personal headache-had been under her skin since they met for rehearsals, and now, in her space.
He wasn't supposed to make her skin heat with one touch.
And she definitely wasn't supposed to end the night tangled in bed with him.
One night. That's all it was meant to be.
But what Anna doesn't know: Jason isn't just her brother-in-law's maddeningly smug brother, he's the boy she once humiliated in high school-the one who never forgot, and he's spent every one of the years after changing everything about himself.
Now, he's back with a grudge, a memory that cuts deep, and a plan.
Twenty-one days. One dangerous game.
Anna is about to learn that some grudges don't fade, they smolder and ignite.
When old wounds collide with white-hot chemistry, will revenge blur into something even more dangerous? or will it be their ruin?