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 3
"Yeah, that tough attitude is exactly why those rich wolves like her so much."
"Look at her face-kind of like Thalia's, right? But Thalia's back, and the wolves don't care. They're still all over Sophia. Did the new girl steal the show?"
"Thalia's too perfect. The wolves probably got tired of her. Sophia's the real deal."
People in the room aren't trying to hide their whispers. In this group, there are friends and enemies, and these comments are full of mean - spirited joy.
I calmly look Sophia over. She stands out among the servers, looking fragile but eye - catching.
Then, suddenly, things go wrong.
As Sophia brings a tray of drinks to my table, she stumbles and the drinks splash towards me.
I jump back, but some still get on my dress.
"Oh, Ms. Morgan, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault..."
She drops to her knees, looking really sorry, and tries to wipe my dress.
I'm about to tell her it's okay when someone shouts.
"Thalia, don't you dare pick on Sophia!"
Robert storms over, glaring at me. He pulls Sophia up and stands in front of her protectively.
"Thalia, you're from a good family-how can you pick on a helpless she - wolf like this? After three years away, this is how you act?" He sounds really angry.
People in the room start smirking and giving me dirty looks, like I've been replaced.
[AHH, Robert being so protective is amazing! I'm loving it!]
[Thalia's messing with Sophia, and the wolves are already turning against her!]
"Robert, stop-it's my fault. Ms. Morgan has every right to be angry," Sophia says, sounding all sweet and innocent.
Her words just make Robert angrier. "Thalia, I never thought you'd be so childish-"
"Robert!"
I cut him off, my voice cold and sharp. "I haven't said a thing. How far are you going to take this stupid show? What's your problem?"
Robert freezes, shocked by my cold tone. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.
"Ms. Morgan, it's all my fault. You can yell at me, but please don't be mad at Robert-he's just trying to protect me," Sophia says, her voice shaking like she's the victim here.
I study her closer. First, I thought she was a harmless little thing, but now I see the calculating look in her eyes. She's playing the innocent card way too hard.
"Thalia, Sophia isn't like you, born into a rich family," Robert snaps, still acting like a guard dog. "She has to work hard for everything. Don't pick on her just because we're helping her-you might even get her fired!"
I press my lips together. "Yeah, I was born rich, lucky me. Just like you were born into your own privilege, so you can run your mouth like this. But here's the thing: I don't owe anyone an explanation. Just because I have money doesn't mean you can accuse me without proof. From the second she spilled that drink, I haven't said a word. You're the one jumping to conclusions and blaming me. That's on you. If I want to make a big deal about this, it's my right. If I let it go, that's me being nice. Either way, it's none of your business who you're hanging out with, and I won't let you trash my name. Got it?"
Robert stares at me, confused. For a second, I see panic in his eyes.
[Wait, is Thalia making sense? She didn't even do anything, and Sophia's acting like she's being bullied.]
[Sense? Please, Thalia was definitely about to mess with Sophia! Robert just stopped her. Don't act like Thalia's innocent because a wolf stood up.]
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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.