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 3
My mama was the prized she-wolf of the Rutledge pack, snatched by traders sixteen years ago while watching fireworks in the streets.
Mr. Rutledge and his mate had only Mama as their pup, and they aged overnight from grief.
Now, even if Mama were a beggar, as long as she was alive, that was enough.
I looked at the old she-wolf who looked so much like me and called out, "Grandma."
Her eyes welled up as she pulled me into her arms, sighing, "Poor pup, you've been through too much."
When my mama, the long-lost daughter of the Rutledge pack, returned home, the great pack buzzed with gossip, though no one knew what she looked like now.
I didn't mind-I was happy, playing with maids and making friends my age.
But then Grandma took Mama to a spring feast on behalf of an invitation from Mrs. Waverly.
There, I saw Yvonne and. Jameson again.
Yvonne's belly was round and heavy, cradled in Jameson's arms as she smiled shyly, charming the pack's highborn she-wolves.
"Well, if it ain't Katherine, the she-wolf who stole hearts across the sprawling pack of Joravia!" someone in the crowd gasped.
Jameson spotted us, and every wolf's eyes turned to him.
Everyone in Joravia knew Jameson and Mama had a past, yet here he was, clinging to another she-wolf.
As if his secret had been laid bare, Jameson stormed over, red with shame and rage. He ignored Mama and slapped me hard across the face.
My ears rang. Mama stepped forward to confront him, but he bellowed, "Katherine, I thought no one bought you out. Shouldn't you be slaving away in the labor den?"
"Or did you change your mind, crawling back to be my lesser mate?"
He spat on the ground, covering his nose. "Too bad. I think you're filthy."
The crowd roared with laughter. Guards from the General's pack closed in to drag Mama and me away.
Mama fought back. "Who gave you the nerve? I'm-"
"Katherine," Yvonne cut in, "we don't hold the past against you, but this is a place of honor. You being here. it's not right."
"Yvonne's got a big heart," one she-wolf sneered. "If some club she-wolf came sniffing around my mate, I'd drown her in the river myself."
"Yvonne's from a refined pack," another added. "She probably doesn't know how low these she-wolves will stoop to get what they want. Better deal with her quick."
Yvonne, rubbing her belly, smiled gently. "She hasn't done anything wrong. Maybe she just misses Jameson too much."
"But you were like Mama once!" I blurted. "You're not some minor official's daughter. You-"
Before I could finish, a foul rag was stuffed in my mouth.
Jameson tied it tight, not even glancing at me. "This little mongrel's full of lies. Tie her up and toss her in the pond."
He turned to Mama. "Since you can't raise your pup right, I'll do it for you."
The pond wasn't deep, but it came up to my chin.
Gagged, I could only cry and look at Mama.
"Jameson, she's your own flesh and blood!" Mama roared.
He sneered. "Katherine, you're the one who told me not to regret my choice."
"My life's good now. Why'd you bring that useless pup here to upset my mate?"
He leaned close to Mama's ear, his voice low.
"Or is it that you're too proud to handle being used by others, so you'd rather hand over the pup in your belly for Yvonne's cure?"
"You're dreaming," Mama shot back. "I won't keep this pup, but I'd never give it to a beast like you!"
Her words stunned Jameson for a moment, but Yvonne quickly wound herself around him, soft and sweet.
"They're a lone she-wolf and her pup with nowhere to go. If you don't mind, they could work as servants in our manor. We'd pay them fair wages. How's that?"
The crowd murmured their approval.
Jameson hugged Yvonne tightly, his voice thick with emotion. "Binding with a kind-hearted mate like you is the best thing I've ever done."
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the maid who'd been with Mama was gone.
Mrs. Waverly glanced at a list handed to her by a servant, frowning. "The Rutledge pack's true daughter is here? Where is she?"
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8.7
Growing up, my real mother ignored me, showering all her love on a rich young heir. It was only then I realized why my life had been one misfortune after another. Eathen had been living the life I was supposed to have, while I was left in the shadows.
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.