On her birthday, she was drugged, and her sister entered her fiancé's room instead of her, while she lost her virgin to a stranger in the neighboring room. Ten months later, she gave birth to a baby, and the next day, the baby's daddy came looking for her. "Do you have a house and savings?"she asked. The man looked puzzled. She accepted her fate and said, "Well, I guess I'm unlucky. From today on, I'll be responsible for earning money to support the family, and you'll be in charge of taking care of our baby." But who could have told her that the man she was supporting turned out to be a billionaire, the richest man in the town... And he was also a werewolf! So wait, her baby is a Hybrid?
The night was deep.
NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.
Isabella lay on the operating table, her face pale, and her body drenched in sweat. Despite the intense pain, she endured it without uttering a word of complaint.
"Push, we can see the baby's head," the midwife's voice echoed in her ears.
Isabella's hand clung tightly to the bed rail. After a day and a night of pain, she could hardly summon any strength.
"The baby seems to be stuck; it might be a difficult birth. Should we notify Bet-, Mr. Ryan, for their safety?" The midwife and the head nurse exchanged a glance.
"No, don't mind me, save the baby," Isabella's sweat-soaked hand suddenly clutched the doctor. Her voice was filled with agony but unwavering.
The doctor was moved and firmly held her hand, saying, "Let's try again. Listen to my instructions, take a deep breath, and push..."
With the sound of a newborn's loud cry, everyone in the delivery room breathed a sigh of relief.
The head nurse took the baby to clean, and the midwife left the delivery room, dialing a number on her phone.
"Beta Ryan..."
On the other end, Ryan answered the call and knocked on the intricately carved wooden door in front of him.
"Come in," a mature and deep voice echoed from inside.
Ryan pushed the door open and found a tall man standing by the large French windows, his suit buttons undone, revealing a crisp shirt underneath. A cigarette burned quietly between his middle and ring fingers of his left hand.
"Is there something you need?" he raised an eyebrow, exuding an intimidating aura.
"Alpha, the hospital just called. That human, Isabella, has given birth to a baby boy, six pounds two ounces. Both mother and child are fine," Ryan immediately replied.
"Alright, I know." Alpha Andrew listened without a hint of emotion in his profound expression.
Ryan felt like he should say "congratulations," but before he could speak, Andrew asked, "What time does the video conference with the UK branch start?"
Ryan was momentarily taken aback, struggling to keep up with the conversation. He raised his wrist and checked his watch, then cautiously answered, "In half an hour, Alpha."
"Have Nathan prepare for it and head to the conference room." Andrew finished his sentence, extinguished his cigarette, and turned to walk out the door.
The video conference continued until the early hours of the next day.
A secretary entered the conference room, holding two cups of strong coffee.
"Aren't you going to the hospital?" Beta Ryan, who had been holding back all night, finally couldn't help but ask.
Sitting across from him, Andrew elegantly took a sip of coffee. After a brief hesitation, he instructed, "Prepare the car."
Hospital room.
The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm feeling on Isabella's body.
Isabella opened her tired eyes and looked at her sleeping child beside her, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
At the age of nineteen, while other girls her age were still in their parents' arms, she had become a mother.
Even though the child's father was unknown, and she had almost collapsed when she first found out she was pregnant, over the past ten months, he had grown inside her, becoming an irreplaceable part of her life.
Perhaps, that's what motherhood is. So when the doctor mentioned that she might have a difficult birth, she almost instinctively offered her own life in exchange for the hope of the child's survival.
A knocking sound echoed at this moment, and Isabella quickly wiped away the tears on her cheek with the back of her hand. In a hoarse voice, she said, "Please come in."
She thought it was a nurse coming to change the IV, but as the door opened, a handsome young man she didn't recognize walked in.
"Have you come to the wrong room?"
His demeanor was cold, and the way he looked at her made her feel like he was looking down on her. "Andrew Turner, your child's father," he introduced himself briefly and directly. Although his voice was clear and cold, to Isabella, it felt like a thunderclap, making her dizzy.
Her already pale face turned even whiter, and she struggled to sit up in bed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him, losing control.
"Rapist, how dare you show up here? Aren't you afraid I'll report you!" Isabella angrily growled.
Compared to her hysteria, Andrew casually raised his arm to block the pillow she threw at him, and then, with long strides, walked to the hospital bed.
Next to the hospital bed was a baby sleeping in swaddling clothes. A wrinkled, rosy face, like a little monkey.
Isabella didn't know what he wanted to do, but instinctively, she reached out to protect the child in her arms.
"Why haven't you called the police yet?" Andrew's gaze moved away from the child and returned to her. His eyes were deep and calm.
Isabella clenched her lips tightly, trembling, unable to find her words out of anger.
She couldn't call the police because she had no evidence to prove he had raped her.
That night, she had entered his room on her own, mistaking him for her fiancé, and she hadn't resisted at all.
"What do you want?" Isabella asked hoarsely, her earlier defiance gone.
"If you calm down, we can talk," he said.
She stared at him, wondering what there was to talk about with a rapist.
"You have two choices: marry me, or give me custody of the child." His tone was as if it were a matter of course, and he seemed accustomed to giving orders.
She wanted nothing more than to tear off his handsome face. "You can't..."
"No need to rush to answer. Think about it, and you can call me," he interrupted her, his expression aloof, as he placed a business card with his name on the bedside table.
The door opened and closed, and he left without a sound.
The baby in the swaddling clothes slept soundly, as if he had no connection to the world even if it collapsed.
Isabella closed her eyes in exhaustion, feeling wronged, and her eyes, still bitter, seemed to well up with tears again.
Memories from a year ago flooded her mind like a tidal wave.
On her eighteenth birthday, she and her fiancé James Brown had agreed to give their first time to each other.
Her half-sister Emily, however, had climbed into James's bed in her place after getting her drunk.
Meanwhile, in another dark room, she had been raped by a stranger.
Isabella had always thought the man who had been intimate with her all night was James. It wasn't until the next morning, when she woke up naked in her bed, alone in the room, that she realized something had happened.
She had no idea what had transpired, and she called James's name like a fool. Then, her stepmother Charlotte burst into the room, hugging her and crying loudly. "Isabella, my poor child, how could something like this happen? Auntie has already reported it to the police. The animal who raped you will not escape justice..."
With Charlotte's outburst, the story of her sleeping with the wrong person became widely known.
Her father David, without considering the truth, angrily slapped her...
A knock on the door brought Isabella back to reality from her memories.
She subconsciously thought it was still Andrew, so she got out of bed, opened the door in frustration, and growled, "What do you want now!"
"You're quite fiery!" Outside the door, Emily took off her black sunglasses, revealing an exquisitely made-up face, and she smiled brightly and confidently.
I was rejected by my best friend at my 18th coming-of-age ceremony. “What I seek in a mate is a female warrior like your mother, not... not someone like you." Not someone like me, a mute, an omega with no fighting capability. I struggled to compose myself, holding back tears, continuing to communicate silently with gestures。 Why? Kevin, it wasn't my fault that I wasn't as strong a beta as my mother. He sighed, shifting his gaze away from me, the laughter from the werewolves in the audience almost knocked down my self-esteem. ----Many years later, Alpha Kevin meets his mute mate again. He will pay a heavy price and regret for his mistake in rejecting her when he was young. Ella, she looks like a useless Omega, but in fact she is a poisoner. After her mother died to protect Kevin, she decided to become a she-wolf who is loyal to herself.
"Elena, that's not your name, is it?" he teased, sending a shiver down my spine. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his warm breath on my ear, my underwear was wet. ***** Isabella is the daughter of the former Mafia King. her family's downfall was orchestrated by her father's brother's betrayal, resulting in her expulsion. She was compelled to engage in smuggling from Avalia to Rome and eventually fled, assuming the new identity of a young girl. The city is divided into slums and rich areas, and is ruled by 7 mafia bosses. Eight years later, she met a mysterious boxer who always appeared in underground fighting arenas. He was a dangerous and charming man who always appeared when she was in trouble. Is there any secret behind his approach to her?
I accidentally had a one-night stand with my father's enemy. "Morning, mate." He is naked, holds me tenderly, My eyes widened in fear, my virginity was given to a strange male wolf instead of my fiancé. *************** Ava, the daughter of the Blue River Pack Alpha, Robert. She was doted on by her father as a child. From birth to nineteen, she never left their small village. Until a festival party, her mate found her. The leaders of the Blue River Pack and the Shadow Pack have been sworn enemies for generations. The Shadow Pack lives on the sea, and their werewolves are rumored to be vulgar, savage, and fond of force. Her father has always taught her to stay away from the ruffians of the Shadow Pack, warning her that their aggressive and unpredictable ways make them untrustworthy and dangerous. However, her life changed when the leader of the ruffians found her. "Sweetheart, don't think about running away. Even your father can't stop me."
He is a 33-year-old Lycan King, I'm a high school graduate. It's rumored that he was cursed by his first love, a dark witch who betrayed him, rendering him unable to feel the presence of a mate and sire offspring. To break the curse, he needed to find an 18-year-old virgin in the human world to serve as a surrogate. That's when I was chosen, and my stepmother sold me to him, signing the contract. During our first meeting, he coldly said, "Human, after giving birth to my child, you must return to the human world immediately." The reason I was chosen is that I resemble his first love. Could it be that I'm just a substitute for him? When I finally left the werewolf clan, he unexpectedly came looking for me with twin wolf cubs. "Methis, please, be the mother of my pups."
"Meet my sons, Mia. Sons, meet Mia, your soon-to-be step-sister." Then three tall, sturdy, muscular men joined us at the table and I had no doubt that they were my step-brothers. They looked just like their father. I gasped, shrinking in fear as I remembered where I had met them. Quinn, Jack and John, the triplets of misery in my high school life. I would be a fool if I ended up liking the boys who had bullied me and treated me like I wasn't worth shit. They are different at this time from the wolves in my dream. They are playing the role of a gentle older brother. I heard that they were in the Navy and I must admit that was where fitted them. I hoped that they met with men who were stronger than they were who could give them a taste of their own medicine and bully them, just as they had bullied me. Later, they claimed that I was their mate. "Keep it a secret from our parents, okay? We'll cherish you, Sis."
"I reject you, Omega." "Alpha Lucas, there seems to be a misunderstanding. It wasn't me who-" "Save your breath, Omega. I've heard enough." "I would never accept an Omega as my Luna. " his voice had declared, a harsh decree that had struck me like a dagger to the heart. "You should learn from your sister, instead of becoming a worthless omega, don't you feel ashamed of so many scandals? Leave now, you should understand that your actions will hurt Seraphina." ************ I was a lone wolf, entangled in a web of secrets and lies, and the notorious male wolf I had just shared a bed with was the last person I should have been involved with. And as I stood there, the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future crashing over me, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the price I had to pay for my reckless pursuit of freedom. I will counterattack and become a unique female warrior under three packs so that everyone can no longer despise and ignore me.
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"