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When fate wants to bring two mates together, it has its way to do so. All Emma wanted was a fake boyfriend who wouldn't fall in love with her during their act and her choice was her mate who was a secret gangster and the secret son of the alpha. "No love or any feelings between us." She said to him. "But I can pin you down in bed and make you scream my name right?" The way they wanted each other truly, is the same way the enemies want him to get revenge.

But Kael couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. And when strange things began to happen at the base camp, he knew that he had to investigate. It started with little things, like missing supplies and misplaced gear. But then, one of the soldiers went missing, and Kael knew that something sinister was afoot. He teamed up with Zyra and a few other trusted soldiers, and they set out to investigate. Their search led them to a hidden bunker deep in the desert, hidden beneath the sand dunes. Inside, they found evidence of a nefarious plot, one that went far beyond the scope of their mission. They had stumbled upon a terrorist cell, one that had been planning an attack on their home country. And the cache of supplies they had found was just a small piece of the puzzle. Kael and his team knew that they had to act fast. They relayed their findings to their superiors and were given the green light to take down the terrorist cell. They infiltrated the bunker and engaged in a fierce battle, one that lasted for hours. But in the end, they emerged victorious, the terrorists apprehended, and their mission a success. As they traveled back home, Kael couldn't help but think about the irony of the situation. They had gone out into the desert looking for a sign of hope, and instead, they had stumbled upon an evil plot. But in a way, he realized, it was all part of a greater struggle. A struggle that involved not just their physical safety but also the safety of their country and their fellow citizens. He looked over at Zyra, her eyes twinkling with pride and admiration. "We did it," he said, his voice full of conviction. "We not only survived, but we also saved countless lives." Zyra smiled at him, her gaze unwavering. "Together," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "We made a difference." And as Kael looked out at the world around him, he felt a sense of purpose and a renewed sense of hope. For they had not just survived, they had triumphed. And he knew that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always be ready to face them together. As Kael and Zyra celebrated their victory, they couldn't help but reflect on the sacrifices they had made along the way. They had lost friends and comrades, and they had come face to face with the darkest parts of humanity. But through it all, they had managed to hold on to their humanity, to their sense of purpose, and to their bond. As they arrived back at their home base, they were greeted with cheers and applause. The news of their successful mission had spread, and they were being hailed as heroes. But as Kael walked towards the debriefing room, something caught his eye. It was a man in a suit, watching him from a distance. Kael's instincts told him that this man was not there to celebrate their victory, and he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck starting to rise. He motioned for Zyra to follow him, and they slowly made their way towards the man, all the while scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger. "Excuse me, sir," Kael said, his voice firm but polite. "Can I help you with something?" The man just smiled at him, a thin, almost sinister smile. "I was just passing through," he said. "I heard about your mission and wanted to offer my congratulations." Kael didn't buy it. He could sense that this man was up to something, and he knew that he couldn't let his guard down. "Thank you," Zyra said, stepping forward. "But we have to get to our debriefing now. Maybe we can talk later?" The man nodded, but Kael could still sense that something was off. He made a mental note to keep an eye on him and headed towards the debriefing room. But as he sat down and started to go over the details of their mission, his mind kept drifting back to the man in the suit. Who was he? What did he want? Chapter Eight: Kael knew that he couldn't just dismiss his instincts. He had to find out more about this man, and fast. He excused himself from the debriefing and headed towards the command center, where he knew he could access the network and run a search. As he typed in the man's name, a wave of shock and horror washed over him. The man was not just some passing well-wisher. He was a high-ranking member of the organization that they had just taken down. And he was still at large. Kael raced back to Zyra's side, his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. "Zyra," he said, his voice urgent. "We have to get out of here. The man in the suit, he's a terrorist. He's part of the group that we just took down." Zyra's eyes widened with shock and fear. "Are you sure?" she asked. Kael nodded. "I ran a search. He's still at large. We have to go, now." They sprinted towards the exit, but they were too late. The man in the suit was waiting for them, flanked by a group of heavily armed terrorists. "Well, well," he said, his smile twisted with malice. "Looks like we have some unfinished business." Kael and Zyra knew that they were outnumbered an

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who's lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he's fucked me raw? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. "Bride for bride," he growls. "You owe me a wedding... and a womb." The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something's wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who'll fuck her senseless... even if it's the last thing she feels.

I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack. He was thirty-two minutes late. When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together. Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor. Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me. The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there. My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made. When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name. Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna. I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient. I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye. But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak. He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own. "You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me." Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow.

I was three months pregnant when the car hit me. Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!" Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away. Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go. Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child.

Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall. Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster. Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth.

For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate. But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world. "Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly. "The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit." He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient." I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth. Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side. The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival.

Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?

I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster. When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison. They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow. Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago. They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn. They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon. Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm. The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle. I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash.

"She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! What's the big deal if she wears a piece of your clothing?! When did you become such a vicious shrew?!" My Alpha mate protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had hijacked my bridal suite and put on my clothes. But that bridal suite was painstakingly decorated by me, and that piece of clothing was the sexy lingerie he gifted me for our one-year anniversary! When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me into the freezing psychiatric isolation ward. "Lock her up for five days! Let her starve in the dark until she crawls out begging for forgiveness!" He didn't know that in my past life, I died in that exact cell. I was forcefully injected with hallucinogens and chained to a bed. When a roaring fire engulfed the building, he kicked open the door, ignored my desperate screams, and scooped up his fake-crying mistress before rushing out. I was left to burn alive, smelling my own roasting flesh. Reborn on the exact day I was locked away, I didn't struggle. Five days later, he and his mistress stood outside the door, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a flawless mental health evaluation and a signed "Mate Rejection Form" right into his hypocritical face! "Keep the house, and keep the trash." I coldly watched him drop to his knees, gasping in agony as our soul bond violently severed, and then tossed three thousand dollars at his feet. "That's for the lingerie. Consider it charity." He scoffed, certain that an abandoned she-wolf would eventually starve on the streets. He had no idea that I already held the deadly secrets of his corrupt officials and used them to extort my first pot of gold. Next, I will build my own business empire, monopolize the pack's supply chain, and buy the absolute loyalty of his entire army. When his proud Alpha throne is completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite!

Today was my thirtieth birthday. I left work early, secretly hoping my husband, Braxton, would finally remember and celebrate with me. But when I unlocked the door, the house was dark and silent. Through the terrace window, I saw him and our five-year-old daughter, Bonnie, sitting happily on a picnic blanket. Sitting across from them was Danika, holding the exact chocolate lavender cake I had wanted. "Make a wish, Auntie Danika! Daddy said all your wishes will come true!" Bonnie cheered. Braxton looked at Danika with a profound tenderness he had never, not once, shown me. My hands went numb, and my water glass slipped, shattering loudly on the marble floor. The laughter outside stopped. Braxton stepped inside, frowned at the broken glass, and pulled out his phone. "Mrs. Sullivan, there's a mess in the living room. Have it cleaned up tomorrow." He didn't call my name. He didn't even consider that his wife might be home. He just walked back out to his perfect family. Standing in the shadows, I realized I was just a ghost in my own house. My husband didn't love me, and my daughter wished another woman was her mother. The last flicker of hope in my heart completely died. I didn't scream or cry. I packed a single suitcase, signed a divorce agreement waiving all assets and custody, and walked out to build my own tech empire. They wanted a life without me. I was going to give it to them.

"This is Virella, my wife." Three years. And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me. No welcome. No touch. No recognition. Just another woman at his side, carrying his child. While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose. So I gave up. And I left. One rejection was all it took to break the bond. When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim. Now he watches me like a man drowning... Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone. The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist... "Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore." His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you."