The Wolfless Substitute and Her Forbidden Lycan Mate
I transmigrated into a popular werewolf romance novel, but I wasn't the heroine. I was Aaliyah Hunter, a frail, wolfless side character destined for a gruesome end.
My real nightmare began when the heroine, Elaina, ran away to escape her Mating ceremony. To appease the furious rival pack and avoid a bloody war, my aunt, the Pack Luna, decided to offer me as the substitute bride.
"You are wolfless and have no future here. You will be Elaina's Substitute Mate."
In the original plot, the Alpha Heir was already psychotically obsessed with Elaina. He viewed the substitute as a disgusting usurper. If I went, I would face brutal abuse and eventually be thrown to mindless Rogues to be eaten alive. My aunt tried to crush me with her aura, demanding I repay the family by walking straight into a slaughterhouse.
I refused to be a sacrificial lamb for Elaina's mess. I used my powerful Hunter Pack bloodline to threaten my aunt and sought refuge behind my iron-willed grandmother. I thought I had safely escaped the plot, ready to watch the other vicious branch family girls tear each other apart for the cursed crown.
But everything changed when my cousin recklessly brought Kameron Cross, a terrifying, ascetic Lycan Lord, into our territory. The moment his scent of biting cedar and first snow hit my senses, my supposedly wolfless body reacted with a violent, overwhelming physical surge. I wasn't supposed to have a mate, yet this untouchable apex predator was suddenly walking right toward my courtyard.
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Chapter 2
Aaliyah POV
"She ran away."
The words hung in the suffocating, herb-scented air. Charlotte’s usually immaculate posture crumbled as she sank into the velvet chair beside my bed. The rich scent of blooming peonies that always surrounded her had soured, tainted by the sharp, acrid stench of pure panic.
"Elaina left a letter," Charlotte continued, her voice trembling. "She called the sacred Fated Mate bond an 'archaic shackle.' She wrote that she refused to be a breeding mare for the Brewer Pack and went to seek her 'true freedom.'"
I kept my face perfectly blank, though my heart hammered against my ribs. I knew exactly what Elaina was doing. The transmigrated soul occupying my cousin's body thought she was the invincible heroine of a romance novel. Right now, she was likely wandering into the dangerous border territories, playing a deadly game of cat-and-mouse with the incognito Alpha Jaden Livingston.
"Alpha Heir Kendall Brewer is devastated, but his mother..." Charlotte choked on a sob, her manicured fingers digging into her lilac dress. "Luna Antonia Brewer is furious. She sees this as the ultimate insult to their pureblood lineage. She is threatening a Pack war unless we provide a Substitute Mate of equal noble blood to complete the Marking ceremony."
Charlotte slowly lifted her tear-stained face, her bloodshot eyes locking onto mine.
A chill violently swept through my veins. The plot was trying to correct itself.
In the original novel, the Wolfless Aaliyah was the sacrificial lamb offered to the Brewer Pack. I remembered the gruesome details vividly. Kendall’s Inner Wolf, obsessed with the scent of agave and his lost Elaina, violently rejected the Wolfless substitute. He subjected Aaliyah to years of cold abuse and psychological torture.
But that wasn't the worst part. The true nightmare was Alpha Jaden Livingston. When the ruthless male lead eventually launched his bloody crusade to claim Elaina, he disposed of anyone who had ever occupied her rightful place. My phantom fever from last night flared up again—I could almost feel the jagged fangs of Jaden's feral Rogues tearing into my throat, ripping my flesh apart while I screamed in the desolate wilderness.
"Aaliyah, my sweet girl," Charlotte reached out, grasping my cold, clammy hand. Her thumb rubbed my knuckles in a desperate, pleading gesture. "You have Hayes blood running through your veins. If you take Elaina's place, I will transfer fifteen percent of the Hayes Pack's core shares into your name. You will be a Luna. You will have wealth, status, everything a Wolfless girl could ever dream of."
I stared at the woman who had raised me since my mother died. She was willing to send me to a living hell just to buy time for her runaway daughter.
I slowly, deliberately, pulled my hand from her grasp.
"No, Aunt Charlotte."
Charlotte froze, her tears halting instantly. "What did you say?"
"I said no," I replied, my voice quiet but steady. I gripped the edge of the blanket, forcing myself to meet her shocked gaze. "Let’s be rational. Alpha Kendall’s Inner Wolf is already devoted to Elaina. Do you honestly believe a powerful Alpha will accept a Wolfless substitute forced upon him? He will despise me. And when his resentment boils over, he will direct his wrath right back at the Hayes Pack."
Charlotte’s lips parted, but no sound came out.
"Furthermore," I continued, leaning forward slightly, "what happens when Elaina inevitably returns? Do you expect us to tear each other apart over the Luna title? It would be a bloodbath that would make our family the laughingstock of the entire werewolf society."
"You... you are just a Wolfless," Charlotte stammered, her Luna's aura flickering erratically as her mind struggled to process my defiance. "You have no future here. This is your only chance—"
"I am a Hunter," I cut her off, my tone slicing through the heavy air like a silver blade.
The room went dead silent.
"My surname is Hunter," I repeated, watching the color completely drain from Charlotte's face. "My father was a Hunter. And my marriage, Substitute Mate or not, cannot be decided by the Hayes Pack. It requires the explicit consent of my uncle."
I paused, letting the weight of the name settle between us. "Are you prepared to tell Elder Alpha Griffith Hunter that you are using his niece as a sacrificial pawn to cover up your daughter's scandal?"
At the mention of Elder Alpha Griffith, Charlotte’s Inner Wolf let out a visceral, instinctual whimper of terror. Her entire body began to tremble violently, the thick layer of makeup unable to hide the sheer dread consuming her features.
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The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
9.0
My ex-husband returned after a three-year bet, ready to reclaim me and the son he thought was his. He had no idea that I'd secretly aborted his child, divorced him, and remarried the day he left. His world was about to come crashing down.
His delusion turned deadly when he and his manipulative best friend, Haylee, kidnapped my son, Leo.
I found them at his family's mansion, with Leo suffocating from a severe allergic reaction to a dog they were forcing him to play with. Elliot physically restrained me, scolding me for overreacting while Haylee giggled as my son turned blue.
At the hospital, as Leo fought for his life, Elliot grabbed my arm, demanding to know who the man standing beside me was. He was convinced this was all a game to make him jealous.
That's when my real husband, billionaire Gregory Morton, stepped forward.
"Since when is this child yours, Elliot?"
9.8
When Dawn Collins agrees to marry a stranger, love is the last thing on her mind.
All she wants is to protect her siblings and give them a better life. But fate leads her into the arms of Adam Manchester-a man whose heart belongs to a wife lying in a coma.
As Dawn slowly melts the ice around Adam's heart, she begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, love can bloom from sacrifice.
But on the night she's ready to claim her happiness, Adam's wife wakes up.
Now, caught between guilt, love, and heartbreak, Dawn must decide whether to fight for the man she's grown to love... or walk away from the life she risked everything to build.
Because some hearts never let go-and some love stories were never meant to have an easy ending.
8.1
I lived my entire life in a beautiful, naive bubble, completely trusting my husband and my best friend.
That was until they tied me to a chair, slit my vocal cords, and set my family's estate on fire.
As the flames crept closer, my husband Demarco calmly crushed my diamond wedding ring under his leather heel.
My best friend Cristin walked in, leaning against his shoulder and pouring her champagne onto the floorboards to fuel the fire.
"Your grandfather didn't just have a stroke. The medication swap was incredibly easy to arrange."
Looking down at my bleeding body, they casually confessed to murdering the only person who had ever truly protected me, all to swallow the Bridges empire.
I couldn't even scream. I could only suffocate in the thick black smoke as they turned their backs and locked the heavy oak door behind them.
Why was I so blind? How could the two people I loved most treat me like disposable garbage?
In my final moments of agonizing pain and pure, concentrated fury, I pulled out the detonator my grandfather had secretly left me.
I pressed the button, blowing the estate and all of us to hell.
But the burning stopped.
When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at a pristine crystal chandelier.
I was fifteen years old again, lying in my childhood bedroom, right before my treacherous uncle and those parasites started tearing my family apart.
And I didn't come back empty-handed.
This time, I am not the naive heiress.
7.1
"I didn't ask for any of this."
"Neither did I... but you walked into my world anyway."
Melissa Grant believed in love the way fairy tales promised it, gentle, loyal, and safe. Until the night everything shattered. Betrayed by the boy she trusted and the friend she defended, she walks away from the life she knew straight into darkness she was never meant to survive, then she meets him.
Adriano Rossi.
Feared across the city as The Devil, a mafia king who built his empire on blood, power, and silence. Cold, untouchable, and dangerously precise, he was never supposed to notice someone like her, let alone want her, but one night changes everything, and a truth that refuses to stay buried.
Because Melissa isn't just an innocent girl caught in the wrong place... she is the key to secrets powerful enough to burn empires to the ground. Her past is tied to a hidden crime legacy, her future entangled in a war she never chose, and her heart trapped between the life she lost and the man who could destroy her or save her completely.
In a world where love is a weapon and trust is a weakness, one question remains:
When the Devil wants you... do you run, or do you fall?
8.3
The dragons and royals are at war. Dragons have power and the royals want it to cement their rule in their kingdoms. Rather than creating a bond between the two, the royals have been stealing dragon eggs, hoping they will bond with the dragon once it hatches, allowing the royal to become a dragon rider. However, there is a thief among them, someone who is stealing the dragon eggs and returning them to the dragons. Someone who, when found, will be put to death.
Princess Skylar is the daughter of King Augustus. Her father has been hunting dragon eggs for years. Unbeknownst to him, Skylar is the thief that he is searching for. She does not agree with stealing dragon eggs from the mothers who make their nests away from the other dragons, making themselves vulnerable to attack. Her betrothed, Prince Kenneth, also supports stealing dragon eggs in the hope of bonding with a dragon and making his kingdom stronger.
Ryuki is a dragon rider. He bonded with his dragon, Bynjym, a year ago when he stumbled across him in the wild. The bond between dragon and rider is sacred. Ryuki and other dragon riders believe that it should never be forced. The riders fight against the royals who steal dragon eggs, working to keep them from being able to access the eggs, or fighting to get the eggs back to their dragon mothers.
What will happen when Ryuki realizes that Skylar is a royal like no other? Can Skylar keep her secret from her father, continuing to work inside the palace to take the stolen eggs back to their mothers? What will happen when Skylar realizes that her feelings for Ryuki are much stronger than her feelings for Prince Kenneth? Find out in The Dragon Thief.