Wolves Fell for a Fake-Oops, I'm Back
Thalia returns to Halcyon-pack to find the top wolves obsessed with Sophia, a lookalike. Pop-up comments reveal they replaced Thalia with Sophia, but Thalia stays indifferent. As the wolves prioritize Sophia, Thalia confronts their double standards and Sophia's manipulations. Levi betrays the group for Thalia, and they form a sacred bond, shocking the pack. Robert later reveals they'd planned to help Thalia take over Morgan Enterprises but acted distant due to her father's lies. After dissolving the bond, Levi and the other wolves compete for Thalia's real affection, proving their enduring obsession.
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Chapter 1
I'm the smoking-hot fantasy that the top wolves of Halcyon-pack were obsessed with when I was over packs. They'd been counting down the days for me to come back and pick one of them to be my mate.
But as soon as I land, a flood of pop - up comments appears out of nowhere:
[LOL, Thalia Morgan actually thinks those top wolves will still be crazy about her when she's back!]
[She has no clue they all fell head - over - heels for a she - wolf who looks just like her while she was away.]
[Just wait and see. Thalia will throw a tantrum, mess with the sweet Sophia, and then the wolves will realize how toxic she is and her family's business will go down the drain.]
[After that, it'll be all lovey - dovey for Sophia and her wolf crew!]
I watch them sneak out of my welcome - home party, one after another, practically running to catch up with that other she - wolf. I immediately decide I want nothing to do with them.
From the comments, I figure out what's been happening in Halcyon - pack. Six months ago, they met Sophia Loring, who was working as a waitress at a fancy bar.
She was poor, innocent, tough but vulnerable, and had a face way too similar to mine. She had them hooked right away.
Over the past six months, those wolves have been fawning over her, competing for her affection just like they used to do for me. They even had a group chat that was originally called "Waiting for Thalia", but now it's all about Sophia.
I came back without telling anyone. When they found out, they threw a welcome - home dinner. I'm wearing a dark dress, watching them walk in, each holding a gift.
The four most popular wolves in Halcyon - pack-they all have different personalities, but they're all young, insanely good - looking, sophisticated, and oozing rich - kid charm. Money really does make you more attractive.
"Thalia..."
"Ms. Morgan..."
They greet me in different ways, all formal now, totally different from before.
Then the comments start popping up again:
[They used to be all over Thalia, but now they're staying away?]
[They were just chatting about how they're afraid Sophia will get angry, so they're keeping Thalia at a distance!]
[This double - standard situation is so dramatic!]
At first, I didn't believe the comments. But seeing how they act now, I'm starting to think it's all true.
The welcome - back dinner has hardly begun when Robert, the laid - back one, starts constantly checking his phone.
The others soon follow, scrolling through their screens and whispering. Robert looks extremely jittery.
I bet they want to leave.
In the restroom, more pop - up comments appear:
[OMG, the heroine is working the late shift at the bar, and they're worried that perv who bothered her before might show up again. They're on edge!]
[They're planning to leave early! This love story is so intense!]
[Ha, poor Thalia. But what can you expect from someone like her?]
I return to the private room.
"Thalia, my dad needs me. I'm outta here,"
Robert blurts out, leaping up, his eagerness hard to hide.
"Yeah, I've got other plans too," Zane, the cold - as - ice one, says, standing up nonchalantly.
Nathan, the confident leader - type, stands up steadily. "You guys drank. I'll give you a ride."
One by one, they rush out, moving faster and faster, like wolves following a strong smell.
I look at Levi, who's still sitting there, calmly eating. "Aren't you going?"
He gives me a sneaky smile. "Someone has to stay with you and make sure you get home safe."
Levi. The one who's always hard to read.
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8.5
My husband told me his true love, Francesca, was dying. As a master healer, I was the only one who could save her. For months, he drained my life force in daily rituals, leaving me a hollow shell of myself.
Then he demanded the ultimate sacrifice: a forbidden ceremony that would transfer my entire life force to her. It was a death sentence.
"It means Francesca lives," he said, his eyes empty of the love he once had for me.
He shattered the wooden bird he carved for our anniversary, forced me to sign divorce papers, and promised to remarry me after I died for his fantasy.
Finally, he tied me to an altar and set it on fire.
As I burned, my four-year-old daughter screamed the truth-that Francesca was faking her illness. But Kane pushed her away, choosing his lie over our lives. He watched me die.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he first told me Francesca was sick. This time, the only life I'll be saving is my own.
9.8
I came to ruin my ex.
I never meant to kneel for his father.
I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless.
But then I met Malric Vane.
The man doesn't flirt. He commands.
One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees.
He's the Lycan every wolf fears.
The man no one touches.
And now I wake up in his bed,
spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more.
He says I wasn't born...I was made.
Made to obey.
Made to please him.
And the worst part?
He's right.
Because every time he calls me good girl,
I forget my revenge.
I just want to be ruined all over again.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
7.1
The captain is dead to the world. And I'm the only one holding the kill switch.
Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he's nothing but a shell-a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body.
My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack's bottom-tier status, and pay off my father's ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining.
I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening.
When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He's a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and-most dangerously-he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I'm near.
He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach.
But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I'm realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it's the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go.
Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we're both going to burn.
7.9
On my eighteenth birthday, the celestial pact hiding my aura finally expired. I stood on the rotting steps of the trailer, watching my foster family celebrate my eviction like they’d won the lottery. Brenda threw a liability waiver at me to sign, ensuring I’d never ask for a dime of their welfare checks again. Worse, her daughter Regina stood there smirking, flaunting the heirloom emerald bracelet she’d stolen from my secret stash—unaware it was a spiritual artifact soaked in fifty years of blood magic. "Consider it payment for room and board, freak," Regina sneered, forcing the silver band over her wrist. They thought they were discarding a burden. They didn't realize I was the only dam holding back a tidal wave of their own bad karma. As I signed the papers, voluntarily severing our ties, the air pressure plummeted. The bracelet began to constrict like a snake, turning Regina’s flesh a necrotic purple as the protection I offered vanished. Before they could scream, a matte black helicopter bearing the Sterling Industries crest descended onto the muddy lawn, blowing their plastic lawn chairs into the neighbor's yard. A man in a bespoke charcoal suit stepped out, ignoring the filth to bow before me. He looked at my terrified foster family and announced, "We are here to retrieve the Sterling heiress." I smiled at Regina, whose arm was already beginning to rot, and whispered, "Keep the bracelet. You'll need it to pay for the amputation."
9.2
In my past life, I was nothing more than a shadow to him.
The Alpha, cold and distant, kept me at arm's length.
He was obsessed with his so-called "white moonlight," an idealized image of someone who could never be mine.
I was never seen, never cared for. And in the end, it cost me everything.
My love for him-blind, foolish, unconditional-led to my death.
He never noticed my sacrifice, never saw how I withered in silence for him. The day I died, my love for him was all that remained, but it meant nothing.
I meant nothing.
But now.
Now I am reborn.
I stand before him, no longer the fragile, desperate woman he ignored.
I made him cuckolded.