Wolf Bitch Took Papa,I Took Her Crown
I recount the chaos after the Flower Club closed.
Mama and I waited for Jameson, but he bought out Yvonne instead.
When we learned Mama was Meredith, the Rutledge pack's lost daughter, we found refuge.
At a feast, Jameson-with pregnant Yvonne-slapped me, threw us in a pond, and mocked Mama.
But Yvonne's secret as an old regime princess unraveled, and Jameson's complicity led to his exile.
Mama became a healer, freeing herself from his shadow. Though Jameson begged for forgiveness, his cruelty left scars. I found peace in the Rutledge pack, watching Mama thrive.
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Chapter 1
Before the Flower Club was shut down, the madam showed a rare spark of kindness, granting everyone one chance to be bought out of their bonds.
The she-wolves mocked my mama:
"Katherine's got it made. She bore General Jameson Sutherland's pup, so he's bound to show up with a fortune to claim her and the pup."
Mama brushed off their teasing, but she stood barefoot at the gate all night, waiting.
Sure enough, Papa arrived, flaunting a fortune.
But he bought out Yvonne, Mama's closest friend.
Mama stayed quiet for a long time, then took my hand and led me to the carriage bound for the Rutledge Pack's manor.
From then on, I stopped calling Jameson "Papa."
Grandma Wolf told me he'd missed his last chance to make things right.
Mama and Papa had a fight.
Last night, I couldn't sleep right.
When I woke, I overheard Papa demanding the little pup in Mama's belly, saying he needed it as a cure for someone.
Mama refused and slapped him hard across the face.
Before storming off, Papa growled at the Flower mansion head that he was done covering Mama's fees, leaving us to fend for ourselves.
He spun around and barged into another room.
Mama's hand clutched her belly, tears streaming down like a river.
I pounded on Papa's door, but he roared, "Get lost!"
He'd never spoken to me like that before.
The madam, always good at keeping up appearances, took my hand and tried to soothe Mama:
"Fights happen, but you'll make up. You're still pure, even in this filthy place, and you've got a pup to think of."
A month's club visa fee was worth way more than a regular gig.
Papa had been covering it for eight years straight.
Yvonne slipped in from outside, saw Flower manor head Laura's state, and hurried to help her into the room.
"Just hold on," she said, coughing weakly between words. "He just earned glory in battle. Didn't he promise you the place of his true mate?"
Laura shook her head and pulled me close. "Clara's almost grown into a she-wolf. He should've bought us out long ago."
Yvonne smiled faintly. "To claim you, he'd need a fortune."
The Flower Manor she-wolves said when Mama was first brought by the trader, every club in the pack fought to have her.
Laura spent a fortune to train her as the top she-wolf, and that's what made Papa fall for her at first sight.
I perched on the windowsill, watching a few pack enforcers strut into the club.
The next moment, chaos erupted outside. Laura burst in, frantic:
"The higher-ups ordered this place shut down!"
"What happens to us?" Mama asked, her voice tight, gripping my hand in panic.
Yvonne sat still, her face blank, maybe too shocked to react.
The madam's eyes gleamed with a scheme. "The enforcers gave us three days, so I'm giving you she-wolves three days too."
"Anyone who gets bought out, I'll let go without taking a single extra coin."
"But after three days, if no one claims you, you're coming with me to my old pack in the sticks, working the grindstone in the labor dens."
I didn't know what a labor den was, but Mama's hand trembled in mine.
The news threw the Flower Manor into a frenzy.
Everyone scrambled to pack their belongings, hoping a favored wolf would show up to spare them a life of hardship in the far-off pack.
And just like that, Mama became the envy of the manor.
"Katherine's got it easy," they whispered. "Jameson might be mad, but he won't abandon his two pups, right?"
"I heard him say before he left for battle that if he won, he'd come back with a fortune and a grand ceremony to bind with Katherine in style. No wonder she's not sweating it."
Their words dripped with jealousy or admiration, but I knew the truth-Mama was terrified.
She spent the night packing her gold and silver trinkets, handing them all to the servant who swept the garden, begging her to take me away.
The first day, plenty of familiar she-wolves were bought out. Papa didn't show.
The second day, most of the others left, leaving only the old, sick, or weak behind. Still no Papa.
That night, as I slept, I felt someone gently touch my face, whispering, "Clara, I've let you down, but there are things you don't understand. I've got my reasons."
When I woke, it was still dark. I crept to the window and saw Mama downstairs, talking to someone in a covered litter.
Her face showed no joy or sorrow. Probably just another she-wolf being carried off to a new life.
On the third day, Papa finally came.
A fortune was paraded before the manor, and the pack hadn't seen anything like it. Wolves gathered, buzzing with gossip.
Laura urged Mama to change into something proper while pinching my cheek, telling me to enjoy my new life as a highborn pup.
I held Yvonne's hand-she was the only one who'd turned down a suitor's offer to buy her freedom, choosing to stay.
I wanted Papa to take her with us too.
He approached with a big grin, heading toward Mama and me. I figured if he apologized, I'd forgive him.
But he brushed past Mama, touched Yvonne's belly, and said with deep affection:
"I've brought the fortune. From now on, as you wished, we'll never be unbound."
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My mother constantly obstructed my relationship with Chalotte, doing everything she could to drive us apart, while Eathen took advantage of every opportunity, replacing me in every way.
A bitter smile crossed my face as I made up my mind. On the night of their wedding, I would reveal the truth that would shatter everything.
8.0
Aria Kingsley never asked to be Luna. A forced heat, an accidental pregnancy, and a Council mandate locked her into a marriage with Luca Stormbourne, Alpha of StormRidge Pack, the man every wolf expected would claim another she-wolf as his mate.
Two years later, Aria decides she's done with his indifference, Ivy Castemont's constant taunts and bullying, and being an outsider of her own pack.
She wants one thing: severing their bond.
But the moment Aria tries to leave, everything she thought she understood starts to unravel. The dying Old Alpha calls her to his bedside and murmurs a truth that turns her world inside out.
Every clue that Aria uncovers pushes Luca closer instead of farther. His wolf turns possessive, his scent shifts toward hers, and the man who once hurt her now swears he won't let her go.
But love isn't the only danger rising. Someone is willing to destroy the Stormbourne line and Aria before the truth comes to light.
When love and betrayal clash, will Aria choose to run from Luca, or will she ruin anyone who dares to come between them?
And the most terrifying question of all, if fate didn't go wrong. what if fate finally went right?
A Luna born to be rejected. becomes the most powerful of all.
7.3
For five years, my husband Damian fed me a bitter daily "tonic," claiming it was to help my fragile health.
He told the entire pack I was a "withered wolf," too broken to shift and too barren to give him an heir.
I believed him, until the new nanny walked in wearing my silk robe, smelling of my perfume and his sweat.
Damian didn't even try to hide it.
He demanded I sign a check to support his mistress's five children, sneering that since my womb was a "graveyard," I should pay for his legacy.
He planned to humiliate me publicly at the Medical Summit, using me as a case study of failure to legitimize his illegitimate brood.
But he made a fatal mistake. He thought I was too weak to check the books.
My loyal Beta brought me the truth just hours before the speech.
The tonic wasn't medicine; it was Wolfsbane, designed to suppress my Alpha wolf.
And the infertility? It wasn't me. Medical records proved Damian had a vasectomy weeks before our wedding.
He had been poisoning me and gaslighting me for half a decade to steal my fortune.
I injected a dangerous stimulant to clear the fog and crashed his stage.
I didn't just expose his sterility to the world; I stripped him of his rank and exiled him as a Rogue.
As security dragged the screaming traitor away, a scent hit me—thunderstorms and raw, terrifying power.
Alistair Finch, the most dangerous Alpha on the coast, rose from the VIP section.
He walked straight to me, sparks flying as he touched my skin.
"He is nothing," Alistair growled, pulling me into his arms. "And you are finally Mine."
8.0
I gave my boyfriend, Blake, eight years of my life. I was his loyal paralegal and devoted partner, sacrificing a promotion and even a child for the future he promised us.
Then I overheard the truth from outside his office. He called me "damaged goods," laughing with the woman he gave my job to.
His cruelty escalated. He publicly humiliated me, then banished me to the firm's basement archives. When intruders attacked me there, I called him, bleeding and begging for help.
"You're being dramatic," he said, and hung up.
He left me to die. The trauma caused me to miscarry the baby I never knew I was carrying.
Lying in a hospital bed, I saw his social media post: a smiling selfie with her, captioned #Blessed.
That was the moment I decided to disappear. He thought he had broken me. He was wrong. He had just set me free.
9.4
They threw a prince into the river. A warrior climbed out.
Seven-year-old Marcus watched his parents die, betrayed by the uncle he trusted. Cast into beast-filled waters, left for dead, he should have perished. Instead, he survived-and began plotting revenge. For ten years, hiding his royal identity at a remote academy, Marcus trains in secret, driven by one burning purpose: make them all pay.
But when he finally returns to reclaim his throne, he'll uncover a truth more devastating than any betrayal: his parents are alive, and his suffering was their plan all along. Now Marcus must decide. Will he become the monster his enemies created, or the hero his broken kingdom desperately needs?
9.7
For nine years, I was Kane Hill' s secret. I was his emotional punching bag, the convenient stand-in for my twin sister, Harper-the woman he truly loved. I endured his cruelty, convincing myself his control was a twisted form of love.
Then, just before he announced their engagement, Harper sent me a recording. It was Kane, his voice smooth and dismissive.
"Eden? She's useful," he told Harper. "An emotional pressure valve. I need to vent on someone so I can be the perfect man for you."
The cold truth shattered me. I wasn't a person, not even a substitute. I was a tool. That night, he polished Harper's engagement ring right in front of me before ending our nine-year "game" with a single, bored phone call.
He never knew that I was the girl who had saved him at a summer camp all those years ago, not Harper. He'd called my attempts to tell him the truth "pathetic."
So I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, leaving his gilded cage for a quiet farm in Vermont. But just as I started to heal, he found me, clutching the proof of my story in his hand, begging for a second chance I had no intention of giving.