Five years ago, a young man and a woman hugged each other tightly in a narrow car. Their bodies were bloody. The man clenched the woman's hand at this dangerous moment. "Even if I die now, I would find you in the next life. I won't forget you and leave you." This is Romain Stewart's promise, and Otylia Marguerite believed him for five years, even though she had never seen him again after she was taken away by the rescue team. Five years later, she finally saw the tall and familiar figure again. He turned out to be the president of the Stewart Ltd. He was the most prestigious figure in London, the ideal boyfriend of thousands of young girls in London. He passed by and give a glance at her. His eyes were strange and cool. Such a powerful, handsome, and intelligent man was even willing to give all, even his life, to a woman.
"You're fired," he states flatly.
"I beg your pardon?!" My voice rises in disbelief.
Several minutes earlier, I was looking out my car window, I savor the warm summer zephyr caressing my face. A rare purr from my wolf prompts a fleeting smile. These moments of contentment are seldom these days. My smile dissolves into the memory I've been desperately trying to evade - a memory that brings a twinge of pain every time it surfaces. Pushing it back, I park my car roadside and enter the local diner, quickly slipping into the role of a waitress. Then, my boss told me I was fired?
Hello???
"You heard me right," he retorts, his eyes turning steely.
"But why?" I query, still reeling.
"Your punctuality is poor, you're prone to accidents, and you're not fit for the job," he answers matter-of-factly.
"Not fit?! I just serve tables!" I protest.
"Watch your language!" he snaps back.
"Listen here, mister! I don't deserve this!" I retort.
"Irene," he sighs, adopting a softer tone.
"You need to leave," he adds, a note of regret in his voice.
'Something's off,' my wolf eyes him suspiciously.
"Alright!" I grumble, preparing to exit.
"Irene," he calls out as I head for the door.
I pivot, arching an eyebrow in question.
"An hour ago, someone called for you. You can call back if you want, they left this number," he slides a piece of paper toward me, then stands up and strides past me.
With a reluctant step, I approach the table and pick up the slip. Glancing at the number, a stab of heartache seizes me. I've committed this number to memory. It belongs to him...
I stifle a breath and dial the number, bracing myself for the voice on the other end.
"Hello?" The familiar voice echoes from the receiver.
"Hello," I manage to keep my voice steady despite the tremors within.
"Irene?!" His voice betrays surprise.
"What do you want?" I retort, my tone frosty.
"You can't speak to me like that! I'm your Alpha!" He snaps.
"Of course, Alpha. What do you want?" I grind out, barely keeping my temper in check.
"Whether you like it or not, you're still part of my pack and I won't let you leave," he says authoritatively.
"But you already have, haven't you?" I retort, my jaw clenched.
"Return tomorrow, Irene. That's an order," his Alpha command is resolute.
"No," I retort, unyielding.
"You will come back!" he roars.
My wolf instinctively wants to comply, but I wrestle with her control.
"Consider me a rogue. Oh, and I accept your rejection," I declare calmly before hanging up.
I walked out of the office, my apron left behind. Why would I linger when I had to escape before Jimmy, my ex-pack's Alpha, caught up with me?
My hatred for him was simple: he was my mate, he rejected me, yet he still clung to me. He declared I was unfit to be Luna, too weak for his strong pack. Well, he got himself a real witch for a mate, didn't he?
With a roll of my eyes, I entered my beat-up car and drove off. After five hours on the road, I pulled into a city and decided to stop at a diner for a meal.
As I entered the diner, the scent of other wolves hit me. I was on someone else's turf. I decided not to linger.
Before I could make my escape, a deep voice resonated from behind, "Mate."
I slowly pivoted to face the speaker – the most stunning man I'd ever seen. But it was impossible... He was an Alpha.
"Bring her to the mansion," he said impassively, casting me a look then walking out.
"Come on," someone grabbed me from the back and pulled me to a black car. He pushed me inside causing me to hit my head in the process. He smirked through the rearview mirror once he settled into the driver's seat.
"If you're thinking of jumping out of the window, you should know that I turned on child lock," He grinned tauntingly.
I grit my teeth together and look away.
"So, what's your name?" He asks.
I ignore him and continue to look out the window.
"The cold shoulder. I see, but it's not like it matters, you'll be dead in a few hours anyway," He stated dryly.
I gulped but made sure not to let the fear show on my face.
"I'm Kole, by the way," He said after a few minutes of silence.
I just ignored him and fiddled with my hands.
When the most mysterious Mrs. Austin showed up in New York again, it became a trending topic on social media. Mrs. Austin was charged with attempted murder by driving the car that hit her husband's lover, and she was sent to prison. Alberto Austin stood outside the prison for days, but he only got the bodies of Mrs. Austin and a baby boy. Six years later... Martha Doyle came back, but she was no longer Mrs. Austin. And she was holding a beautiful little girl's hand. When Martha met Alberto again, she was smiling. "Mr. Austin, I am married. Please behave yourself." Alberto replied, "Yes, you are married, but I'm single. So it doesn't stop me from pursuing you." Martha was speechless.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
"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?"
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?