The She-wolf General
My mother forces me to replace my cousin Amy in the alpha's consort selection.
In my first life, I was cast aside, but now, I vow to reclaim what's mine.
I outwit my family, seizing back my father's legacy and standing up to their cruelty.
As I navigate the palace and werewolf politics, I embrace my Smith blood, becoming a warrior.
I expose Amy's schemes, face down the Fourth Prince's treachery, and rise as the first female Wolf General.
In the end, I confront my mother and Amy's downfall, forging my own path under the moon, no longer a pawn but a force to be reckoned with.
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Chapter 2
As I returned from the palace, my maid sprinted toward me, her eyes wild. "Miss-you weren't chosen, were you?"
I said nothing, merely gestured. "Pack those fabrics Mother sent. I'm visiting Cousin Amy."
Amy Kasdorf resided in Sunflower Palace-a grand courtyard, once mine, until she'd cooed about its beauty at age ten. Even now, before I crossed the threshold, their voices slithered through the door.
"Auntie, I heard the girl who can't be choice must serve as maids for years. Do you resent me for not going myself?" Amy's voice was honeyed.
"Never, my dear. You deserve a prince, not that decrepit alpha. Besides, your cousin's stubbornness will keep her busy." Mother's tone dripped with affection. "See this soft silk? I saved it for you."
"I love it, Auntie!"
I stared at the closed door, memories clawing up.
Inside, Mother sang Amy to sleep; outside, my hand hovered, too afraid to knock.
Once, I'd begged for a lullaby.
"You're too old for such things," she'd snapped.
Amy was only a year younger.
I rapped sharply. "Mother."
Silence. When the door opened, Mother forced a smile.
"I thought you preferred plain clothes, so I gave these to Amy."
"Since when do you know my tastes?" My gaze pinned her.
She frowned. "You never wear bright colors-"
She'd forgotten the day Amy whined I "stole her style" after we wore matching gowns.
Mother had banned all vibrant hues from my wardrobe, leaving me in ashes.
Amy piped up, all innocence:
"If you want the fabrics, take them-"
"You're too kind," Mother cooed, glaring at me.
"No need." I held out the bundle.
"These are for you, too."
Mother's scowl lifted. "At last, some sense-"
"I came to discuss Father's shops in the east. I want them before entering the palace."
Her nostrils flared.
"Those are your dowry! Are you trying to split the family?"
Your dowry will go to Amy.
I smiled thinly. "By the time I return, I'll be past marriageable age. I need security."
Amy cut in, eyes glinting:
"Auntie would never cheat you."
Mother's chest heaved.
"You blame me for the draft? It's a mere formality-"
"Let Amy go in my place, and I'll forget the shops."
Amy's smile vanished.
Mother seethed, "Fine! For your obedience, you'll have them."
"Thank you, Mother."
I curtsied and turned, catching her final sneer:
"Obsessed with coin-nothing like my Amy."
As I walked, a chill crawled up my spine.
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Five attempts. Five failures. All thanks to my incompetent partner. One time, he even gave me an overtime drug. Pathetic.
The deadline was here, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him.
"I won't do it. Just let me die instead," I told my partner.
Silence. Days passed with no reply.
Then, on the final day, I found it-a secret buried deep in the mission......
7.5
My husband left me to die in a fire, choosing to save his mistress while I lost our baby in the flames.
But my suffering had only just begun. He and his lover then tried to poison me, swapping my life-saving medication for tranquilizers.
When that didn't work, he orchestrated a car crash that shattered my legs, leaving me crippled and helpless.
His final act of cruelty was on his yacht. He watched as his mistress framed me, then locked me in a room with a group of thugs who left me for dead.
I threw myself into the ocean that night, choosing the cold, dark water over the monsters on that boat.
I survived. I rebuilt my life, found a man who cherished my broken pieces, and was about to get married.
Then, August crashed my engagement party. He told me he'd destroyed his mistress and was giving me his entire fortune. He thought he could buy his way back into my life.
He was about to learn that some things can't be fixed with money.
7.3
I never thought my wedding day would feel like a funeral.
Leon Martins, cold, arrogant, untouchable, married me not for love, not for desire, but for a secret buried deep in his family's shadows. I was the sacrifice, the pawn forced into his gilded cage.
Every glance from him cuts like a blade. Every touch burns like a warning. He keeps me close yet pushes me away, as if my presence is both punishment and temptation.
But secrets have a way of unraveling, and the closer I get to discovering his, the more dangerous this marriage becomes. Because somewhere between our battles and stolen moments, my heart betrays me. I start to want the man who swore he could never love me.
And when his carefully guarded walls begin to crack, I see something terrifying in his eyes: a longing as reckless as my own.
Was I brought into this marriage to protect his secret... or to destroy us both?
8.2
My fiancé staged his own kidnapping as a sick loyalty test, betting I'd risk our unborn child to save him. The shock of his betrayal cost me our baby. When I confronted him, he protected his mistress and burned our son's ashes right in front of me.
He sneered that I was just his "loyal little soldier" and that only death would end us.
He was right. He just never realized he was talking about his own death, at the hands of the queen who owns his entire army.
9.1
"You walked into my room, Astrid. No bra. No panties. What did you expect me to do? Pray?"
"I expect you to look away."
"Look away?" he chuckled in a low, dangerous tone as he trod toward me. "Baby, I've looked away for damn five years."
~
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Except her brother's best friend–Rhett Rivers–is crashing at their house. And he has grown into every bit of the trouble she shouldn't want.
One time at a party leads them to an unforgettable one nightstand
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8.2
She was rejected before hundreds, her bond twisted into agony, her worth declared worthless. Nyra Vale fled into forbidden lands, and the world believed she died.
But the Moon had other plans.
Five years later, she returns as the Moonshadow, powerful, untouchable, and carrying the stolen legacy of every sacrificed omega. Kael Draven, the alpha who destroyed her, now rules with iron control, burying his regret beneath duty. Their corrupted bond still burns between them, violent and unbreakable, dragging them into a dangerous game of power, secrets, and proximity that neither can escape.
As ancient prophecies unravel and a ruthless enemy moves to claim her as a weapon, Nyra must choose: become the monster the world expects, or rewrite fate itself. Kael will sacrifice everything to stand beside her, but after five years of surviving alone, can she trust the man who once chose tradition over her heart?
When the blood moon rises, will love be enough to break a curse forged in sacrifice, or will history repeat itself in blood and ash?