As Isadora's belly swells with the weight of the soon-to-be Alpha King's unborn child, she overhears a heartless conversation between him and his beta, where he cruelly refers to her as nothing more than a disposable tool and "sex toy" to bear his heir. Crushed and shattered, Isadora makes a daring escape into the shadows of the untamed wilderness, with his unborn baby in her womb threatening his ascension, hell breaks loose. The story of Isadora, a woman who gets betrayed and disappointed multiple times by her mate, unfortunately for her, she is pregnant for him, but he's only concerned with pack matters and ascending the throne of Alpha king. Would she give up on him, runaway and reject him out of frustration and fear, or would her mate forsake the alpha king title he desperately desires and love her back?
Isadora pov.
"She's nothing more than a means to an end; Isadora is just a tool to secure my position as Alpha King,"Eamon spoke, his words cutting through me like shards of ice.
"Once she bears my child, she will be of no further use. Probably just a'mere'sex toy' to satisfy my sexual fantasies once in a while."The world around me seemed to shatter at those words, and my body trembled with shock and hurt. This couldn't be real, I thought. Eamon, the man I loved with all my heart, speaking of me with such heartlessness and disdain?
"It's all about power, Alpha. You made the right choice. Love is for the weak, and you can't afford such vulnerabilities. Once you have secured your position, there will be other women who will vie for your favor. You need to be ruthless."The voice of his beta chimed in, echoing Eamon's cruelty.
"You're right; besides, she won't taste the same once my heir is born. It would be best to get rid of her. She's nothing to me."Eamon's words echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain. The pain was unbearable, and I felt as if the ground beneath me was crumbling. I couldn't bear to face him, not in that moment, not when the image of his tender smile and affectionate gaze clashed so starkly with the venomous words I had just overheard. I turned away, retreating from the door back to the dining room instead, my heart shattered and my spirit crushed. As I hurriedly wiped away my tears, I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I couldn't let Eamon see my pain, not now. As Luna, I had a duty to maintain appearances, and I couldn't let anyone, especially Eamon, suspect that I had overheard his heartless conversation with Victor. With trembling hands, I laid out the breakfast dishes on the dining table, my heart aching with every movement. I mustered a smile, hoping it would be enough to hide the turmoil inside me. But as the seconds ticked by, the charade became harder to maintain. The weight of the betrayal pressed down on my chest like an unbearable burden. Eamon's footsteps approached the dining room, and I forced myself to turn towards him, the mask of affection firmly in place.
"Good morning, my Alpha," I said, my voice betraying no hint of the pain I felt. His face softened as he looked at me, seemingly unaware of the tempest raging beneath the surface.
"Isadora, my love. I was wondering why breakfast was taking so long. Is everything alright?" he inquired, concern in his eyes.
"Oh, everything's fine," I replied, forcing a lightness into my tone.
"I just got a bit caught up in my thoughts, that's all. But your breakfast is ready now." As I placed the breakfast in front of him, he smiled, but I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. Did he suspect that something was wrong? I quickly averted my eyes, not daring to meet his gaze for fear that he might see the pain hidden within. Throughout the meal, we exchanged small talk, our words carefully chosen and measured. I played the part of the loving Luna, and he played the part of the caring Alpha King. But the weight of his callous words hung heavily in the air between us, an unspoken truth that neither of us dared to address. In the midst of the dramatic charade, a part of me yearned to confront him and demand an explanation for his heartless betrayal. But I knew that doing so would only escalate the situation and put myself and my unborn child in danger. So I bit my tongue, swallowed my pride, and continued the pretence. As breakfast came to an end, Eamon reached out to touch my hand.
"Isadora, my love, you seem distant today. If there's anything on your mind, you know you can tell me, right?" The tenderness in his voice pierced my heart, and for a moment, I almost believed that his affection was genuine. But the memory of his heartless words flooded back, and I withdrew my hand gently, offering a reassuring smile that hid a world of pain.
"It's nothing, Eamon. Just the usual preoccupations of being Luna," I replied, masking the turmoil within. As the day wore on, I found myself planning my escape with newfound determination. I knew I couldn't stay in the pack any longer, not when the love I thought was real had been nothing but a facade. My child deserved a better life, once free from the heartache and deceit that surrounded me. Later that night, after the pack had settled into slumber, I stole away to my private chamber. The moon's silvery glow illuminated the room, casting an ethereal light on the parchment and maps spread before me. With trembling hands, I plotted my route, identifying the safest paths through the untamed wilderness that would lead me far away from Aeloria or anywhere at all. As long as I'm far away from Eamon, I'll be good. As I focused on the plan, I felt a mix of fear and determination swirl inside me. My heart ached at the thought of leaving behind the life I had known-the life I had dreamed of with Eamon. But the pain of his betrayal fueled my resolve, and I knew that my child's safety was paramount. Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my escape plan, the door to my chamber creaked open, and there stood a shirtless Eamon, his amber eyes burning with intensity, at the door.
"Isadora," he said softly, stepping inside, his gaze never leaving mine. My heart quickened at the sight of him, my body betraying the turmoil within as I quietly pushed aside the maps on the table.
"Eamon, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure. He took a step closer, the distance between us melting away.
"I couldn't sleep," he admitted, his voice low and husky.
"I felt a distance between us today, and I couldn't bear it." I averted my eyes, unwilling to let him see the truth of my emotions.
"It's been a long day, that's all," I replied, trying to sound casual. He cupped my chin, gently guiding my gaze back to his.
"Isadora, my love, you can't hide from me. I know there's something you're not telling me." My heart clenched at the tenderness in his touch and the genuine concern in his eyes. It was the man I had fallen in love with-the one I had thought was real. But the memory of his heartless words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't let myself be swayed by his charm.
"There's nothing to tell, Eamon," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
"I'm just tired, that's all." He leaned closer, his breath caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"Is that all it is?" he whispered, his lips tantalisingly close to mine. I closed my eyes, my resolve wavering, torn between the love I once felt and the pain of his betrayal.
"Oh, please, like you care, Eamon; you're only here to play with your favourite play toy, isn't it?" I murmured, my voice barely audible. But he didn't relent. Instead, his lips met mine in a passionate kiss, and for a moment, I was lost in the sensations he stirred within me. The memories of our past, the love we shared, and the hope for a future together surged through me, clouding my judgement. Yet, even in the midst of the steamy embrace, the truth of his heartless words and even more heartless reality gnawed at me, and I gently pushed him away.
"No, Eamon," I said, my voice firmer now.
"This changes nothing." He looked at me, confusion and desire mingling in his eyes.
"Isadora, I don't understand. What's come between us?"
"I'm just tired, Eamon; maybe it's the pregnancy," I said, avoiding his gaze and trying to hide my feelings under the umbrella of vulnerability. Eamon nodded, disappointment evident in his eyes, but he didn't press further.
"Rest well, Isadora," he said softly, turning to leave. I followed him behind, shutting the door behind me. I couldn't continue with this act for too long. It wouldn't be long before Eamon figured it out. I had no choice but to leave immediately. Hopefully my stepfather's pack, which is only a few minutes away, would be a good place to gather my thoughts.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
"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?"
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.