The Rejected Luna's Vow Of Spite
As an Alpha's daughter, I was meant to be a proud Luna. Instead, the Moon Goddess bound me to Alpha Ryker Blackwood.
But he ruthlessly rejected our Mating Bond for his chosen lover, Seraphina. His rejection didn't just break my heart; it sentenced me to the Withering Curse. A rejected mate's wolf dies first, followed slowly by their own life force.
Yet, Ryker wouldn't even let me die in peace. When Seraphina was poisoned by silver, he dragged me into the medical wing and forced a needle into my arm. He drained my blood, using the lingering power of our fading bond to heal the woman who took my place. As my wolf whimpered and faded into absolute nothingness, I collapsed, coughing up black blood on the cold tile floor.
He looked at my dying, trembling body not with pity, but with pure disgust.
"You are nothing but a walking blood bag for Seraphina. When you are no longer useful, I will throw you out like trash."
I finally understood. To him, I wasn't a mate or even a person. My agonizing death was just a minor inconvenience to his perfect love story. My home pack was secretly under attack, my life was draining away, and I was utterly alone.
But a childhood friend revealed a forgotten secret: a mutual rejection severs the bond completely and stops the curse. I wiped the black blood from my mouth. I refuse to wither away for a man who treats me like garbage. I will speak the words of rejection, take back my life, and make him pay.
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Chapter 3
Elara Thorne POV:
I followed Kael down the long, cold marble corridor. The flickering torchlight cast dancing, monstrous shadows on the stone walls. I could feel his contempt rolling off him in waves. To him, I was just an obstacle, an unwanted complication in his Alpha’s life.
A cold emptiness resided where my connection to Ryker should have been. Since his rejection, the bond between us was a thread worn so thin it was nearly transparent. I couldn't feel his emotions, only a profound and chilling absence.
Kael pushed open the door to the medical wing, and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic and healing herbs hit me.
And there he was.
Ryker Blackwood stood in the center of the room, his presence so immense it seemed to suck all the air out. He was dressed in black tactical pants and a simple grey t-shirt that did nothing to hide the powerful muscles of his chest and arms. A faint chill still clung to him, the last remnant of the Northern Forest he’d searched for Seraphina.
His eyes, the color of glacial ice, landed on me. He looked at me not as a person, but as an object. An inconvenience.
Across the room, Seraphina Vale was propped up on a bed, looking pale and delicate. A nasty, discolored wound marred the skin of her forearm—a silver wound. She met my gaze, a flash of triumph in her green eyes before it was quickly veiled by a mask of pained fragility.
Ryker didn't waste time with greetings. His voice was as harsh as the winter wind. “Seraphina needs a blood transfusion. The silver poisoning is preventing her from healing. A normal wolf’s blood won’t purify it.”
My stomach plummeted. I knew what was coming.
“But a mate’s blood will,” he continued, his tone flat and devoid of emotion. “Your blood, Elara. You may not be worthy of the title, but the power of the bond still exists in your veins.”
I stared at him, disbelief warring with a fresh wave of agony. He had cast me aside, sentenced me to a slow death, and now he wanted to use the very bond that was killing me to save another woman.
*He dares!* Lyra snarled in my mind, but her rage was a weak, sputtering thing.
“You rejected me,” I whispered, the words barely audible.
A cruel, humorless smile touched his lips. “Rejecting you doesn't mean I can’t make use of you. You owe me this. If it wasn’t for your family’s political scheming, Seraphina and I would have been blessed by the Goddess long ago.”
The pack doctor and a young Omega nurse, Clara Mills, stood off to the side, their heads bowed. I saw Clara dart a look at me, her eyes filled with a deep, helpless sympathy.
I remembered the first time I saw him. It was at a pack run, the full moon hanging in the sky like a silver medallion. His eyes had been bright then, and my wolf had screamed a single, joyful word in my mind: *Mine!*
His scent had been a heady mix of pine and winter storms. Now, all I could feel from him was the biting cold.
I didn’t fight. What was the point? It would only waste the precious little energy I had left. I walked silently to the collection chair and sat down, offering my arm.
My compliance seemed to surprise him for a second, but his expression quickly hardened back into one of disgust. He probably thought it was another one of my pathetic attempts to win his favor.
The Omega nurse, Clara, approached me, her hands trembling. She wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I’m… I’m so sorry, Luna,” she murmured.
The needle slid into my vein. I didn’t flinch. I just watched as my life force drained out of me, filling the plastic bag. The blood was a deep crimson, but within it, I could see faint, shimmering flecks of gold—the power of the Mating Bond. My power.
A wave of dizziness washed over me, and the chill in my body intensified.
Lyra’s whimpers grew fainter and fainter in my mind.
Ryker never once looked at me. His gaze was fixed on Seraphina, his icy expression melting into one of tender concern. It was as if I wasn't even in the room.
The bag was full. Clara shakily removed the needle.
The world tilted, and the edges of my vision went dark. My body felt impossibly heavy as it started to slide from the chair.
The last thing I heard before consciousness fled was Seraphina’s weak, yet utterly satisfied voice.
“Ryker, I feel better already…”
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I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."
7.4
Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world.
Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man.
He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river.
The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her.
"She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing."
As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold?
No. She remembered her grandfather's strict survival lessons. Forcing her heavy eyes open, she grabbed her terrified tiger mate's hand. She didn't need their failing magic; she had science.
"I need specific plants to live. I need white willow bark. And a spicy, ginger-like root."
She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.
8.1
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8.1
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
8.0
After divorcing my cheating husband, I thought I had found my savior in his powerful business partner, Cole.
For three years, he pampered me like a queen, building a perfect, golden cage of devotion.
But on the day I happily discovered I was pregnant, I overheard him talking to my ex-husband's mistress.
"Elinor is just a convenient tool. If she gets pregnant, I'll fake a paternity test and annul the marriage so she leaves with nothing."
My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to secure his position and protect the woman he truly cared about.
Before I could quietly escape, Cole orchestrated a brutal attack.
I was dragged into a dark alley, beaten until my ribs fractured, and my unborn child was violently ripped away from me.
As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, my heart shattered into dust.
I didn't understand how the man who kissed me every morning could coldly order his thugs to beat me to death just to appease his real lover.
They left me there to rot, thinking they had finally erased the naive fool who got in their way.
Three years later, the world still believes Elinor Marsh died in a tragic car accident.
But when Cole and his elite circle attend a high-profile Interpol reception, they don't expect the new Chief Liaison Officer to step onto the stage.
I am Helena Fu now, and I have returned to burn their empire to the ground.
7.9
Estrella Ward gave five years of her life to her husband, draining her trust fund to save him from bankruptcy and raising his son as her own.
But one night, she woke up in a freezing hotel room, drugged, with a stranger's bite marks on her skin.
Her husband burst through the door with cameras, his vicious family, and her ten-year-old stepson, publicly framing her as a cheating whore.
The horrifying truth soon surfaced: her husband had drugged her himself, selling her body to his Wall Street boss to secure a senior partnership.
Estrella fought back with hidden security footage, blackmailing him into submission after discovering she was pregnant with his boss's child.
But fate dealt a cruel blow. She was diagnosed with aggressive, terminal breast cancer.
She refused to abort the baby to keep her leverage, but the cancer spread too fast.
She died alone in a cold hospital room, her vengeance unfinished, while her husband and his cruel family celebrated.
They thought they had successfully buried her and her secrets forever, escaping unpunished for destroying her life.
But when she gasped for air and opened her eyes again, she wasn't in a cold grave.
She was in a sterile hospital bed, looking at the perfectly manicured hands of Brooklyn Thompson—the notorious, empty-headed socialite everyone despised.
Estrella's soul had survived the abyss.
"You're going to pay for every drop of blood."
She clenched her new fists, the fire of her vengeance burning brighter than ever.
8.7
On the day of our mating ceremony, I wore a beautiful white dress, waiting to become the Luna of the pack. To ensure my Fated Mate, Kade, loved me for my soul and not my rank, I had hidden my true Alpha nature and lived as a fragile Omega.
But instead of my groom, my best friend Selena walked into the room. She flashed a fresh silver rejection rune on her wrist, smiling as she told me the ceremony was canceled. Kade had chosen her, the daughter of a powerful Beta, to secure his Alpha transition.
When I rushed to his study in disbelief, the words I heard through the cracked door shattered my heart completely.
"She's just an Omega. Her value doesn't compare to the loyalty of Selena's father."
Kade laughed coldly with his friends, calling our sacred bond a leash. He even planned to keep me trapped in the packhouse as a docile, broken toy under his and Selena's rule.
Every whispered promise of love was just a lie built for power. My disguise to test his true heart became the very excuse he used to discard me like trash. How could the man who promised to cherish my soul be so utterly ruthless?
Wiping my tears, I kicked the door open and publicly initiated the impossible: I, the "weak Omega," formally rejected him. After smashing a whiskey bottle over his head, I walked straight into the territory of his most feared rival—his older brother, Rowan. This time, I would tear his world apart.