In a world where loyalty is a luxury and power is a deadly game, Luna Lucy life is shattered when her mate and husband, Beta Andy, reveals his darkest secret: a child with another woman. Ash , the cunning and ruthless mistress, will stop at nothing to claim Andy's wealth and status, even if it means destroying Lucy's life. Forced to flee her pack, Lucy finds refuge with the enigmatic Alpha Daniel and his Pack. As Lucy navigates her new life, she must confront the shadows of her past and the secrets that threaten to destroy her future. With the help of Daniel and her newfound allies, Lucy must summon the strength to reclaim her power and her heart. But as the truth begins to unravel, Lucy realizes that her greatest challenge lies ahead. Will she be able to overcome the deception and betrayal that has haunted her for so long, or will the secrets of the past destroy her chance at a new beginning.
Lucy POV
"Luna Lucy, you're pregnant."
The pack doctor's words sounded so unreal, as though they were spoken from a distant dream.
My chest immediately tightened, my fingers trembling as they curled into the edge of the chair. The stark clinical room suddenly felt suffocating, the air too heavy to breathe.
"Pregnant?" The word rolled off my tongue, foreign and weightless. It couldn't be real at all. It shouldn't be real atleast, even though have been waiting for this moment like forever.
"Yes," the doctor confirmed, her voice calm but firm, as though she had uttered the words a hundred times before.
"You're pregnant, Luna."
I blinked at her, searching her expression for any sign that she was joking to me.
A cruel mistake? A misdiagnosis? Surely, it wasn't true. My heart beat wildly in my chest, hammering against my ribcage like it was trying to escape already.
"Are you sure about that?" My voice wavered, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly.
Without hesitation, the doctor handed me the scan results.
The proof stared back at me in black and white.
It was undeniable at this point. The faint outline of life inside me, a miracle.
I was actually pregnant.
For a moment, the room spun, and I felt as though the world had tilted off its axis.
After good five long, agonizing years of waiting to have a baby of my own.
Five years of shame, whispers, and pitying glances. Five years of wondering if I was broken, if I was unworthy of being a Luna of a pack, of being a mother for the Beta.
Now, at last, I had the answer I had been praying for over the years.
"I... I don't know what to say," I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes at this point.
A mixture of joy and disbelief flooded my heart at almost same time.
I gently placed a hand on my stomach, the thought that something so precious was growing within me almost too much to bear.
The doctor's face softened, her voice taking on a soothing tone.
"It's still early, but everything looks healthy and good. Congratulations, Luna."
I nodded absently, my mind racing with anxiety.
What would this mean for me? For my mate? For the whole pack?
The joy was quickly tempered by a creeping unease. Not all pregnancies in the pack were celebrated equally though. Not every mate reacted with happiness to such news. I knew the traditions, the unspoken rules that governed our world. Would he be happy? Would he... care?
The thought sent a chill down my spine.
As I stood to leave, my legs felt shaky, as if the weight of the news had rendered them weak. The doctor gave me some parting instructions, but her voice was drowned out by the storm of emotions raging in my head.
I left the clinic, the scan result clutched tightly in my hand. The cold breeze outside did little to cool the flush on my cheeks. I looked down at the paper again, as if to reassure myself that it was real.
Pregnant. I was pregnant.
I should have been ecstatic. I should have been running to tell him. But instead, doubt and fear gnawed at the edges of my joy.
Five years without a child hadn't just been a test of patience, it had been a test of our mate bond. A bond that had started with love and devotion but had grown strained with every passing year. His words still echoed in my mind.
"If you can't give me an heir, what's the point of all this?"
He had said it in anger, during one of our worst fights, but it had cut deeper than any physical wound on me .
I knew he had resented me for years, though he tried to hide it behind a mask of duty.
Would this change things at this point? Would it bring us closer, or drive us further apart?
I hurried back to the packhouse, my heart pounding with every step I made. The halls felt colder than usual, the weight of the secret I carried pressing heavily on my shoulders.
When I reached my room, I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for support. I stared at the scan result again, my emotions swirling in a chaotic storm.
Finally, I allowed myself to smile, a small, hopeful smile. This was my moment, my miracle. No matter what happened next, no one could take this away from me.
But as I turned to place the scan result on the bedside table, my hand froze mid-air. A scent lingered in the room, faint but unmistakable.
It wasn't mine.
It wasn't his, either.
My stomach sank, a cold dread replacing the warmth that had filled me just moments ago
. Slowly, I turned my head, scanning the room for any sign of disturbance. My gaze fell on the bed, and my breath caught in my throat.
A single, unfamiliar item lay on the sheets.
A scarf.
It was delicate, feminine, and reeked of a scent I didn't recognize.
The scan result slipped from my fingers, fluttering to the ground like a dying leaf.
My heart clenched, my mind racing to make sense of what I was seeing. The implications were clear, but I refused to believe them.
No. It couldn't be. Not now. Not when everything was finally falling into place.
I looked around the whole apartment while trying to get something to understand, what I never wanted to do was to reveal that I was pregnant already.
At this point, I hated myself.
But deep down, I knew.
Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong.
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
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. .