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.
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.