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.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.