Unwanted Vessel: The Secret of the White Wolf

"You were just the incubator, Alex. Iliana is their real mother." With those words, Alpha Gavyn erased six years of my life. I had raised his twins, sat up with them through fevers, and loved them as my own while he waited for his "true mate" to return. But the moment Iliana came back, I became nothing more than a nuisance. The betrayal didn't stop there. My children, the ones who used to cling to my leg, looked at me with pure disgust. "Ew," my daughter sneered. "Daddy says you're just a hairless weakling. Don't touch me!" She shoved me down the stairs. Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to comfort Iliana because the smell of my blood "bothered" her. He forced me to dive into a poisoned lake to retrieve a necklace Iliana threw away, just to humiliate me. And when kidnappers held us both at gunpoint on a cliff, asking him to save one, he didn't hesitate. "I choose Iliana," he said, turning his back on me. "You were just a substitute." As I fell into the abyss, waiting for death, I felt a snap inside my chest. Gavyn thought he was killing a latent human. He had no idea that the fall would shatter the seal on my soul. Mid-air, my bones didn't break—they reshaped. A blinding white light exploded from my skin. The Alpha didn't just discard a nanny. He just unleashed the legendary White Wolf.

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Chapter 2

Alex POV:

Pain brings clarity.

As the throbbing in my head dulled to a rhythmic ache, I dragged myself upright. My hand left a crimson smear on the white stone. I didn't bother calling the pack doctor. He wouldn't come for "the help."

Limping, I made my way to Gavyn's study. I had two hours.

I sat at his massive mahogany desk, hands shaking as I drafted the Severance Papers.

I, Alex, hereby relinquish my position...

My eyes drifted to the drawer Gavyn always kept locked. Today, in his haste, he'd left the key in the lock.

I turned it.

Inside was a leather-bound journal. I flipped to a marked page from six years ago.

Entry 402:

The witch has completed the Bloodline Camouflage spell. Dark magic, but necessary. We will inject the serum into Alex daily. It masks her human scent, mimics Iliana's pheromones. My wolf is restless, but the scent tricks him. It tricks the pack. It will trick the pups. Alex believes she is taking vitamins. She is a fool, but a useful one.

I stared at the words. The "vitamins." The chemical lie that had been my life.

The front door slammed open downstairs. Laughter. They were back early.

Panic surged. I shoved the journal back, but my clumsy fingers knocked over a vase.

Crash.

"Who is in there?" Gavyn's voice roared. The Alpha Tone. It vibrated in my chest, demanding submission.

Gavyn appeared in the doorway, Iliana and the twins behind him. He sniffed the air, eyes narrowing.

"Blood," he growled. "Fresh blood. And... something else." He looked at the gash on my head, then at me. "Are you in heat?"

"What?"

"The scent," he snapped. "It's changing. You smell... sweet. Sickeningly sweet." He grabbed my arm, grip bruising. "Are you pregnant? Did you let some rogue touch you?"

"No!"

"We can't have a half-breed pollution in the pack house," Iliana said, voice dripping with fake concern.

"To the Healer. Now," Gavyn ordered.

He dragged me out. I struggled, pulling back.

"Let me go!"

In the scuffle, my leg brushed against the shattered remains of the vase.

Searing, white-hot agony shot up my calf. I screamed, a sound that tore my throat raw.

The vase wasn't ceramic. It was coated in silver dust—a security measure.

Silver burns wolves like acid. To a human, it's just cold metal.

Smoke rose from my calf. The flesh hissed.

Gavyn stopped. He looked at the wound. He looked at the smoke.

"Silver burns you?" His brow furrowed, genuine confusion warring with his anger. "That's impossible. You're latent. You shouldn't react like that."

He stared at me, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

"Unless..." He shook his head, the thought dismissed as quickly as it came. "No. Just a weak body reacting to infection. You're hiding something, Alex."

He didn't care that I was burning. He threw me into the hallway. "Get yourself to the infirmary. Check for pregnancy. If you are breeding, you're out tonight."

I lay on the floor, clutching my leg. The silver poison sent veins of black up my shin. But beneath the pain, a sensation like cool water began to flow, fighting the fire.

I limped into the infirmary. The Healer, Marcus, sneered.

"Pregnancy test," I gasped. "Gavyn ordered it."

Marcus handed me a stick. No bandage for the leg.

I sat on the cold tile of the bathroom.

One line. Negative.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. The silver poison throbbed, but the ice in my veins was stronger. I wasn't pregnant. I was free.

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On the morning of our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I found a cream-colored document tucked inside my husband's suit pocket. It was a twenty-million-dollar asset transfer for his former receptionist, Carmen. But what made my blood run cold was the contingent beneficiary: Leo, my newborn son who the hospital claimed was kidnapped twenty-three years ago. When I confronted Devonte, he didn't even try to explain. He handed me a fake Cartier watch, canceled all my credit cards, and publicly called me delusional. The next day, he moved Carmen into our mansion and emptied all our joint accounts into offshore trusts. "If you don't sign these papers and walk away, I will have you committed," he threatened, his mother nodding in agreement. They had orchestrated the kidnapping of my baby, hiding him with the mistress while I spent half my life sedated and screaming in grief. Now, to keep his secret, Devonte was going to lock me in a psychiatric ward and bury me in debt. I didn't understand how the man I loved could be such a monster. Why did he steal my child? What else was hidden in that confidential adoption file? Pushed to the absolute brink, I refused to be his victim. When his goons came to my temporary apartment to drag me away, I turned to the rugged union electrician who had just fixed my lights. "If you need a husband to keep you out of a psych ward, I'll marry you," he said, offering himself as my legal shield. I took his hand. It was time to tear my husband's perfect life apart.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.0

Bound By Blood To The Mafia King

9.0

Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive. But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face. Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again. What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return. Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry. "I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here." Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.1

Claimed: Owned By The Don

8.1

He's known as the devil behind Club Eden,and she's the journalist that was sent to expose him, but when power tastes like pleasure, how do you stop craving the man who owns your body, and maybe your soul? Raven Knight doesn't scare easily. She's a fierce investigative journalist with a history of burning corrupt empires to the ground. Her latest assignment was to go undercover at the city's most elite and dangerous strip club to uncover what billionaire club owner and mafia Don, Jaxon Morreau was hiding, but what she didn't expect was him. Jaxon Morreau is a mafia Don with blood on his hands and control in his veins. Jaxon is cold, brilliant and totally untouchable, that is until Raven Knight stumbles into his world and becomes the obsession he never saw coming. She's everything he shouldn't want, she's too sharp, too stubborn, too pure, and yet he'll break every rule to keep her, even if that means war. As passion turns into possession, secrets unravel, and danger closes in from all sides, including Jaxon's jealous younger brother, Zane, whose obsession with Raven runs darker than anyone knows. Now, she must choose, either her freedom, or to surrender to the man who wants to own her; mind, body and soul. Welcome to Club Eden where nothing is safe, especially your heart.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.1

Emiliano's Mafia princess

8.1

In a world ruled by blood and power, the daughter of a notorious crime boss finds herself caught in a dangerous game of loyalty and desire. As the princess of a powerful mafia family, she is both a prize and a target. When Emiliano, a man with his own dark secrets, enters her life, their forbidden connection sparks a fire that threatens to consume both their worlds. They must navigate a landscape of betrayal and violence to survive.

Action Mafia Romance

7.9

Fated Mate, Mafia Target

7.9

Elena’s life takes a dark turn when she discovers her fated mate is none other than Dante, the ruthless alpha of a powerful werewolf pack and a high-ranking mafia figure. Their instant bond is threatened by a violent underworld war and internal pack betrayals. As enemies close in from all sides, Elena must navigate a world of blood and secrets. Can their fated connection survive the deadly target placed on their backs by rival families?

Mafia Romance Werewolf

8.2

Healed By Another: Rejecting The Ruthless Don

8.2

I spent a year in a Swiss asylum, swallowing pills to cure a madness that didn’t exist. It turned out the medication was just sugar. My insanity was a script written by Jaxon Francis, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a Cartel princess without his ward getting in the way. When I finally escaped and tried to leave him, his new wife staged her own kidnapping and framed me. Jaxon didn’t ask for proof. He didn’t look at the evidence. Instead, he tied a rope around my ankles and dragged me behind a helicopter across the jagged rocks of the Wastelands. He held his wife close and watched as my skin was flayed and my bones shattered, believing he was executing a traitor. He left me for dead in the dirt, convinced he had cleansed his empire. I took the hush money his mother threw at me and vanished, letting Alina Phillips die in that field. Three years later, I returned to New York as "Echo," the elusive artist the world was obsessing over. At a charity auction, Jaxon bid one hundred million dollars for a painting of a woman’s scarred back, desperate to buy redemption for the ghost he thought he killed. He chased me into the rain, begging for a second chance, swearing he had destroyed his wife for me. I looked at the man who once held my heart and simply smiled. Then I turned to the man standing beside me. "Jaxon, meet Darwin," I said, linking my arm through his. "My husband."

Mafia Modern Romance

Unwanted Vessel: The Secret of the White Wolf

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