
Too Late, Alpha: You Rejected Me, Now Kneel to Your Queen
"You cheated."
I, Audra Frost, had just given birth, yet Kieran Ashford, my Alpha mate, publicly declared before the entire pack that I had betrayed him.
All because the child in my arms bore an unfamiliar silver-white mark on his forehead.
"That mark... doesn't it look like the White Wolf Mark from the legends?" someone whispered hesitantly.
The hall fell into a brief silence.
"White Wolf? Don't make me laugh," Elara Voss scoffed. "The White Wolves belong to royalty. And her? She doesn't even have a wolf."
Suspicion turned into open mockery in an instant.
I dropped to my knees, clutching the child tightly. "Kieran, he's your son."
Kieran only looked at me, his gaze cold and distant.
"The Silvermoon Pack does not tolerate tainted bloodlines."
But what they didn't know-far away in the Northern Wilds, the White Wolf Royal Bloodline had already sensed that presence.
"Find her."
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Chapter 3
A searing pain tore through my back.
The taste of blood surged into my throat, and I spat out a mouthful.
The silver dagger was buried in my body, and blood kept pouring from the wound, yet I barely seemed to feel the pain. All I did was shield the child in my arms.
Elara wrapped her hand around the hilt and slowly pulled the dagger out of my body.
In that instant, darkness swam before my eyes and I nearly lost my footing, but my arms never loosened around him.
Every werewolf watched the scene in silence.
"Enough." Kieran finally spoke. His eyes flicked to the blood at the corner of my mouth, and a trace of reluctance flashed through them. "Audra, I'm giving you one last chance. If you kill this child with your own hands, I can pretend none of this ever happened. You can still be my Luna."
My breathing stopped for a beat.
He wanted me to kill my own child?
"And if I refuse?" I shot back through clenched teeth.
"Then we sever the mate bond." Kieran paused, and his voice turned even colder. "From this day on, you'll be fit for nothing but life as the pack's slave."
It felt as though my heart had been ripped wide open.
Just then, Elara walked up to me with a soft laugh and pressed the bloodstained silver dagger into my hand.
"It's actually very simple, Audra." She bent down to look at me, her voice gentle. "As long as you kill this child yourself, you'll still be Luna, and Kieran will forgive you too."
The child in my arms stirred faintly, and the hand holding the dagger began to tremble at once.
Kieran stood there watching me. The chill in his eyes seemed to lessen, as if everything could go back to the way it was the moment I did it.
Slowly, I raised the dagger.
The smile on Elara's face deepened.
The next second, the silver blade slashed through the air.
Blood splattered.
Elara let out a shrill, agonized scream.
The dagger ripped across her arm, and blood instantly soaked through her dress.
I opened my eyes and cried out hoarsely, "No one is going to make me harm my own child!"
Kieran's face changed at once. "Elara!"
Then he turned to me, his eyes full of hatred. "Seize her!"
Several werewolves rushed forward immediately.
Kieran picked up the silver dagger from the ground, his voice colder than ice. "Since you insist on protecting this bastard… Then I'll send him to his death myself."
As I watched him come toward me step by step, my heart pounded violently in my chest. "Don't come any closer!" I screamed.
A sharp pain suddenly tore through my chest.
At that moment, a silver-white light suddenly appeared across my body.
Everyone present froze in shock, and even Kieran came to a stop.
Stunned murmurs broke out. "What was that just now?"
"Was that the White Wolf Mark?"
"Was she telling the truth? Is she really a White Wolf?"
"But doesn't she not have a wolf?"
I lowered my head and looked at my body.
The mark had only appeared for a moment, but I knew it had come from my White Wolf.
Under the weight of unbearable grief, the seal placed on me all those years ago seemed to have loosened, if only slightly.
Kieran strode over to me, grabbed my wrist, and for the first time, uncertainty appeared in his eyes.
"What was that just now? Are you from the White Wolf Tribe?"
I said nothing.
The vow I had made back then tightened around my throat like chains.
Elara immediately clutched her wound and leaned toward Kieran. "Kieran, you actually believed her? How could someone without a wolf possibly belong to the White Wolf Tribe?"
"Then again… maybe it's not impossible." She spoke again at an unhurried pace. "Some mongrel wolves are born with a trace of White Wolf bloodline in them."
That faint trace of hope in Kieran's eyes died away little by little.
"So you really did go mate with some mongrel wolf, and that's how you ended up giving birth to this thing?"
As I listened to those filthy accusations, my nails dug deep into my palms, yet I couldn't force out a single word.
Kieran suddenly let out a self-mocking laugh. "I was a fool. I almost believed you again."
Elara clearly sensed the shift in Kieran's mood. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by venom.
She suddenly grabbed Kieran by the collar, rose onto her toes, and kissed him with fierce passion.
Kieran seemed stunned for a brief second, but when his eyes landed on me, whatever hesitation remained was quickly smothered by anger.
The next second, he reached up, gripped the back of Elara's head, and kissed her back even harder.
In that moment, physical agony and emotional devastation crashed over me at once.
I closed my eyes in pain.
At last, I understood that the Kieran I had once loved was long gone.
When I opened my eyes again, there was nothing left in me to hold on to.
"Kieran. I willingly sever the mate bond between us."
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9.1
"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry you, Jillian," Sir Zach told me. His face was dead serious, as if he had already made up his mind.
"What do you mean, marry me? Hey! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! There is no reason for me to marry someone like you!" I snapped at him.
It felt like he was trying to dictate every single thing I did, even though he wasn't even my boyfriend.
"I have a reason to marry you, Jillian. Something happened between us, don't you remember? You were actually the one who kissed me that night you were completely wasted," he reminded me, a smirk playing on his lips.
I swallowed hard at his words. Right. Something did happen between us. But it wasn't intentional. Someone had drugged my drink, which was why I acted that way the night he pulled me away from the "friends" I thought were genuine.
"So, there's no reason to say 'no,' my future wife," he said with a wink.
It looks like there's no way out for me. I'm actually going to be the wife of Sir Zach-my professor and the one person I'm always at odds with.

8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
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9.0
I crashed a wedding.
Got caught by the best man.
Now, I'm pregnant with his baby...
It's Katya's fault. (As per usual.)
My BFF despises her ex and wants to hate-watch him marry the woman he left her for.
Problem is, she didn't fill me in on that plan...
Until we arrive at the ceremony.
As soon as I find out, I run.
Hop on the elevator and smash the Doors Close button like the Energizer Bunny on a sugar rush.
But right before they shut...
A hand comes shooting through.
And attached to that hand, unfortunately for me, is the most stunning human specimen I've ever seen.
Tall.
Dark.
Handsome.
Dangerous.
Also... the best man.
He takes one look at me and knows I don't belong.
"Who let you in here, little bird?" he growls.
I gulp. Tremble.
Open my mouth to lie...
And then the elevator stops.

8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence.
I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.

9.1
I walked into the wrong hotel room...
To a naked man fresh out of the shower.
Now, I'm pregnant with his baby.
I should've left as soon as I saw him.
He was too beautiful to be real.
I got halfway to the door...
And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide.
"Who hurt you?" he said when he glimpsed the bruises. "Let me fix it."
I should've said no.
But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe.
And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness...
Well, I won't turn my nose up at that.
But nothing in this life comes without strings attached.
My angel gives me a night from heaven...
When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil.
And not just any devil.
This devil knows where I'm from.
Who I am.
What I've done.
And he's determined to make me pay for all of it.

8.8
For three years, I swallowed a bitter pill daily, suppressing my royal white wolf bloodline for a normal life as the Alpha's Luna. That morning, my husband Santino coldly announced a crucial announcement, then entered our grand hall with another woman, declaring, "Alessia, she will be living here from now on."
She was pregnant, he announced, carrying our late Beta's child-yet her neck was unmarked. My scoff met his furious Alpha dominance, threatening my title, forcing my bow as he settled her into the suite next to ours.
Her sickening scent soon permeated my private study. Later, I found him intimately grooming her in the kitchen-a sacred act for mates-while he snarled mental insults, branding my jealousy pathetic.
Watching his hands violate our vows, a slow, cruel smirk pulled at my lips. My three-year marriage was officially over. I had already paused my royal trust fund's capital, then severed our mind link with a chilling declaration: "Don't touch me with the hands that just touched her."