Rejected By Her Mate, Claimed By The Supreme Alpha

I was pregnant, trapped in a loveless marriage with a famous NHL star who told me on our wedding day that I had ruined his life. At the hospital, I watched him tenderly care for his mistress's sprained ankle while coldly telling his pregnant wife to just go home. When I finally agreed to a divorce, his powerful family forced me to fake our marriage for his PR. Desperate to rebuild my life, I returned to my career as a sports consultant, only to be assigned to his agency. There, his mistress deliberately altered my data report to frame me. Francesco didn't even look at my proof. He publicly humiliated me, ordered his assistant to kick me out, and watched as his mistress tossed a jewelry box at me out of fake pity. "Florence, know your place. You can't win against me." I stared at the man I had loved for years, realizing I was nothing but a disposable joke in their perfect love story. I was stripped of my dignity, my career, and my heart. But when I returned to my childhood home, I found my loving father and brother on the brink of bankruptcy. Wiping my tears, I realized I couldn't just walk away quietly and be a victim anymore. To save my family and my unborn child, I had to go back into the shark tank, make my own money, and tear down his empire.

My family's business was on the brink of collapse, and our only lifeline was my forced marriage to Alaric Roy, the city's most ruthless billionaire heir. I tried to sabotage the arrangement by acting like a vulgar gold digger in front of his grandfather, but the old man saw through my act and forced the wedding anyway. On our wedding night, I expected cold indifference, but instead, I got a warden. Alaric threw a fabricated background check at my feet, his eyes full of absolute disgust. He accused me of being a manipulative predator who conspired with his grandfather to trap him. To teach me a lesson, he called his assistant right in front of me and ordered the immediate, hostile takeover of my family's company. "Now do you understand your place?" he sneered. I was humiliated and terrified. I didn't want this marriage any more than he did, yet I was the one paying the price. He abandoned me that night, and the next morning, his past lover crashed the family breakfast. She waved a cufflink around, crying that Alaric had spent the night with her, waiting for me to break down in tears in front of his smirking relatives. Instead of crying, I took a calm sip of my black coffee and turned to the furious family patriarch. "Grandfather, your guest appears to be unwell. The family breakfast table is not the place for a psychiatric evaluation." If they thought I was just going to be a victim in their twisted family drama, they were dead wrong.

Yet, he still shoved a necklace into my hand, demanding I wear it at the Mating Ceremony. He thought I was so weak that I would gratefully accept being his backup. When I refused, he used his crushing Alpha Command to force me to my knees. I stared at the boy I had trusted my whole life, my childhood affection crumbling to dust. Why did I ever think he cared about me when all he wanted was absolute power? But as his suffocating pressure tried to break my bones, the ancient power sleeping in my blood finally answered the call. An ice-cold energy surged up my spine, shattering his command like glass. I wasn't a broken Omega. I was the legendary White Wolf. At the Mating Ceremony, I wouldn't choose him. I would choose the low-born Warrior he had maliciously pushed off a cliff, and together, we would tear his treacherous family down to the dirt.

For six years, I traded my life as the Syndicate's top cryptographer to be a devoted wife to Victor, a powerful Mafia Capo, and a loving mother to our son. But today, outside his elite academy, my six-year-old son looked me in the eye and called me a "useless pig" in flawless Russian. It was the exact curse his father used for his enemies. When I demanded answers, Victor merely rolled his eyes, calling me a hysterical, unappealing housewife who did nothing but sit at home. My mother-in-law openly mocked my weakness, encouraging my son to treat me like a maid. And Victor's mistress boldly texted me, bragging that he had promised her my place the moment I gave birth to my second child. They had poisoned my own blood against me, treating my years of silent sacrifice as an invitation to completely erase me. They truly believed I was just a helpless, pregnant civilian who would swallow their abuse to keep a roof over my head. They forgot that before my world shrank to the size of a drawing-room, I was the one who built the foundations of Victor's empire in the shadows. Looking at the digital evidence of Victor skimming millions from the Syndicate Boss—evidence his foolish mistress had accidentally sent me to taunt me—the last thread of my devotion snapped. I calmly packed my tactical bag, secured the encrypted ledgers, and dialed the ruling Consigliere. "I want a legally binding Severance, and in exchange, I am giving you Victor's head on a platter."

For ten years, Ada loved August Moss, paying back the debt of him saving her life with three years of a cold, miserable marriage. But while she endured daily humiliation from his arrogant family, August was busy spending his nights whispering to his new lover on the phone. When Ada finally packed her meager belongings, his mother blocked the door, threatening to cut off her allowance so she would starve on the streets of New York. Ada simply slapped a zero-alimony divorce agreement against the older woman's chest and walked out. But when she dropped the signed papers directly on August's desk, he just let out a harsh laugh. "Is this because I did not come home last night? Do not bring your childish house games to my office, Ada." He actually thought her genuine pain was just an annoyance. He truly believed the pathetic girl who worshipped him would always endure his neglect, absolutely confident she would be crying at his gates in three days begging for his money. He was wrong. Ada blocked his number, put on a blood-red designer dress, and stepped into the flashing paparazzi cameras with Hollywood's biggest A-list actor on her arm. The obedient wife who waited for him is dead.

Camelia Drake had only four months left on her prenuptial agreement with billionaire Duke Morrow, living as a glorified maid for his wealthy family. The nightmare escalated when Duke's mistress, Christabel, intentionally threw herself down the marble stairs and later slashed her own arm with a fruit knife, screaming in fake terror that Camelia was trying to kill her. Duke didn't even glance at Camelia's bleeding knee or her bruised spine. He rammed into his wife, cradled the sobbing mistress against his chest, and pointed a furious finger at Camelia's face. "Apologize right now, or I will ruin your career and make sure you leave this marriage with absolutely nothing." The entire family mocked her. When Duke's grandmother secretly drugged his wine to force them together, Duke pinned Camelia to the wall, violently accusing her of being a desperate gold-digger. The second the mistress called with a fake ache, Duke shoved Camelia to the floor and sprinted out into the night. Sitting alone on the freezing floor, Camelia's heart finally shattered and turned to ice. She couldn't understand how a man could be so ruthlessly blind, treating his legal wife worse than a stray dog while worshipping a manipulative liar. The next morning, the mistress texted a victorious selfie from Duke's bed. Camelia didn't shed a single tear. She calmly called back, telling the mistress to make sure Duke got a full STD test. Then, she pulled out her suitcase, looked at her furious, hickey-covered husband with dead eyes, and prepared to walk away from this toxic prison forever.