The Beta's Castaway, The Alpha King's Queen
Three years ago, right before their bonding ceremony, Beta Richard suffered a brutal accident that left him seemingly unable to sire an heir. To protect his status and save face for the pack elders, Arabella selflessly took the blame, never mentioning anything to Richard. She lied to everyone, claiming she was the barren one.
For three long years, the once-cherished noble heiress swallowed her pride, enduring cold glares and whispered insults while playing the part of Richard’s dutiful, silent Luna.
Her reward? Discovering that Richard had taken a high-society star as his secret lover—and her pregnancy was already five months along.
Furious, Arabella urged Richard to choose between the two of them, the baby or her. But the betrayal cut deeper than she ever imagined: she uncovered the devastating truth that their pack-binding registry was entirely fake, leaving her unbonded and legally unwed all along.
Completely heartbroken and disillusioned, Arabella refused to be a victim. Instead of backing down, she turned around and formed a forbidden, unbreakable bond with Richard’s newly returned, notorious uncle—Samuel, the supreme Lycan King. She also demanded a divorce with Richard.
Three months later, Arabella is glowing, deeply cherished, and carrying twins beneath the absolute protection of her powerful new mate.
Meanwhile, Richard discovers the bitter truth about his own medical condition and his mistress's deceit. Broken and full of regret, he spends his nights kneeling outside Arabella's door, weeping and begging for a second chance.
Resting comfortably in Samuel's arms, Arabella gently touches her rounding belly, looks down at her wretched ex-husband, and smiles coldly.
"Who are you again?"
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Chapter: Chapter 22: She Actually Dares to Divorce MeMrs. Roswell had known all along that Richard was sterile. The catastrophic car accident three years ago had not involved Arabella; it had shattered her own precious son, Richard. "Arabella, you know Mother had no other choice back then," Mrs. Roswell said, her tone dripping with manufactured empathy. "I only have one son, and the Roswell family has no other direct heir. If the business world found out he was sterile, the corporate stock would have plummeted overnight." "You loved him so deeply back then. You couldn't bear to let a proud man like him become the laughingstock of the elite, known across the city as the eldest young master of the Roswell dynasty with an unspeakable flaw. So you helped him hide the truth, taking the blame for infertility upon yourself." Mrs. Roswell sighed, reaching out to pat Arabella's hand. "Mother knows. You've suffered in silence for three years." Arabella stared at those manicured, opulent hands, her mind flashing back to that exact day three ye
Last Updated: 2026-10-08
Chapter: Chapter 21: Arabella, Do You Resent Me?"How could a marriage certificate possibly be fake?" Arabella looked at Troy with a calm, steady gaze. "If the certificate wasn't legitimate, how could the Roswell family have ever allowed me to step into the role of eldest young mistress for three full years?" Troy furrowed his brow, rubbing his thumb over the edge of the document as lingering doubt nagged at his mind. He had handled countless dissolution proceedings over his career and had inspected more marriage booklets than he could count; while this one looked remarkably convincing at a glance, the texture of the cardstock felt entirely off. Uncertain how to articulate the exact source of his unease, he laid the booklet down and looked directly at Arabella. "Miss Roswell, have you ever personally checked this certificate through the civil registry database?" Arabella stared down at the booklet. The photograph printed inside had faded slightly at the edges, and the memories of that period felt distant and hazy. A sha
Last Updated: 2026-10-08
Chapter: Chapter 20: The Marriage Certificate is FakeHot tears spilled down her resolute face, dripping onto Richard’s hand with a scalding heat that made him instinctively want to pull away. Yet looking at that breathtaking face, he thought back to every single argument over the past three years. When had Arabella not cried just like this, mouthing harsh words about not loving him and demanding a divorce? Then, within a couple of days, with a little coaxing from him, she would obediently lower her head, admit that her temper tantrums were her fault, and promise never to mention a divorce again. Over the past three years, Richard had heard those threats many times, believed them many times, and knew how it always ended: with mutual forgiveness, reconciliation, and returning to the picture-perfect couple the public envied. This time would be no different. Using his free hand, Richard wiped away the crystalline moisture from Arabella’s face, treating her tears with the careless flick one might use to brush dust off an old piece
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Chapter: Chapter 19: Richard, I Don't Love You AnymoreStepping into the hotel lobby, Arabella caught sight of Richard sitting right in the center lounge. Dressed in a dark, tailored suit, Richard sat with rigid posture and a furrowed brow, radiating an overbearing, aristocratic dominance that seemed to drop the surrounding temperature by ten degrees. Catching her in his peripheral vision, the sharp impatience in his eyes softened just fractionally. He crooked a single finger, beckoning her over with the casual gesture one might use for a pet. "Arabella, come here." Clutching her jacket tightly against her chest, Arabella froze mid-step, a jolt of resistance spiking through her veins. It was the first time in her entire marriage she had ever felt the instinctive urge to disobey him. Richard curled his finger again. "Arabella." His tone carried a sharp, authoritative edge. Noticing the shift in the atmosphere, nearby guests began casting curious glances and murmuring amongst themselves. Biting down hard on her lower lip,
Last Updated: 2026-10-08
Chapter: Chapter 18: Samuel, We Won! Arabella and Troy Thatcher were down to their very last unrevealed cards. This was their final chance to wager. Without a single second of hesitation, Arabella pushed her remaining pile of chips straight into the center of the felt. "All-in!" She lifted her striking eyes, locking her gaze directly on Troy. "Call, or fold?" Her voice was impossibly light, as casual as asking about the evening weather. Troy stared at the cards spread out across the table, his eyes narrowing. In all his years dominating this underground sanctuary, he had never run into a hand like this—where both players were fighting for the exact same card to complete their victory. The entire game boiled down to who pulled the Black Spade King. Troy loosened his tie, his gaze tracking the towering mountain of chips as raw, high-stakes temptation surged through his veins. "Call!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes flushing red with competitive heat. "I refuse to believe your hidden hole card is the Spade King
Last Updated: 2026-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 17: Going All-In Right From the Start A wave of intense heat washed over Arabella’s earlobes, dyeing them a brilliant, burning crimson. Seeing that he had teased her enough, Samuel straightened up, looping a possessive arm around her slender waist and guiding her straight toward the center gaming table. Only a single man sat at the table—dressed in a sharp silver-grey suit, wearing a polished silver mask that matched his striking silver hair. Samuel leaned in close to Arabella’s ear, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling hum. "That's the legendary pack legal shark, Troy Thatcher." Arabella silently repeated the name in her mind. *Troy Thatcher.* She knew his reputation well. He was City A’s most formidable divorce litigator—a legal titan whose courtroom record was spotless, boasting a hundred percent success rate in high-net-worth pack dissolutions. Countless mates trapped in miserable bonds begged for his representation, but Troy Thatcher was notoriously difficult to secure. He didn't care about exorbitant ret
Last Updated: 2026-09-06
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