Delight Abudu's Books and Stories
The Secret White Wolf's Ultimate Revenge
Alpha Julian claimed we were fated mates, meant to rule the Silver Moon Pack together. But right after our supposed marking ceremony, his warriors dragged me into a hidden hospital ward. My stepmother, Lilian, stood there with a cold smile, clutching a thick envelope of cash. They strapped me to a cold operating table, piercing my lower back with thick silver needles. Julian stood over my helpless body, his cruel smirk the last thing I saw. "Our bond is just a dark magic illusion," he whispered. "I only need your hidden White Wolf bone marrow to save my sister." They mercilessly drained my bones. Because of my rare bloodline, the brutal extraction caused massive tissue rejection and completely destroyed my immune system. Lilian happily counted her money while I choked on my own blood and died completely alone in the dark. Until my last breath, I was filled with agonizing confusion. Why did the Alpha I loved use a fake magical bond just to butcher me? Why did my stepmother, who always played the perfect, loving mother, eagerly sell my genetic secrets for a payout? Opening my eyes again, I was back to two years ago, right before I fell into their deadly trap. My phone buzzed on the nightstand with Lilian's fake, affectionate voice urging me to come home to the Pack. This time, I wouldn't be their blood bag. I was going to expose their monstrous crimes to the entire werewolf society.
The Unwanted Wife's Secret Pregnancy
For five years, I was Grayson Carlisle's ruthless COO and secret lover. I even took a bullet and a dose of lethal neurotoxin to save his life. But on the day I found out I was six weeks pregnant, his childhood sweetheart, Jaye, returned to the city. Grayson immediately pushed me aside. When I tentatively asked for a child, he coldly rejected me, warning me not to overstep my bounds as an "outsider." At a high-society banquet, Jaye deliberately provoked me and then played the terrified victim. Grayson didn't hesitate to shield her. He grabbed my wrist, publicly humiliating me and calling me a madwoman for bringing up the life-threatening scars I got saving him. Later, hiding in the shadows of the VIP corridor, I watched Jaye cling to his arm. "Grayson, do you love her?" Jaye cried softly. I held my breath, waiting for the man I had bled for to answer. "I don't love her," Grayson's cold voice echoed in the hallway. "I keep her around because of what happened five years ago. It's just responsibility and habit. Nothing else." Five years of my life, my loyalty, and my unspoken love, reduced to a mere habit and a useful corporate tool. The absolute coldness finally shattered my last illusion, and my dead heart stopped bleeding. I drove straight back to the penthouse, left my corporate access card on his mahogany desk, and vanished into the freezing New York night.
