All Chapters of Replaced by His First Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The servant's quarters reeked.It was a suffocating mix of damp earth, mildew, and the scent of forgotten things. I sat on the narrow, creaky cot, hugging my knees to my chest. My expensive white dress—the one I had bought with such fragile hope—was now stained with the filth of the basement floor.My hip throbbed where I had hit the marble earlier, but that dull ache was nothing compared to the hollow cavern in my chest.I looked at the pregnancy test again. The two lines remained. Steady. Unyielding."I can't give up," I whispered into the dark. "Not for me. For you, baby."Kael had discarded me like trash, but I clung to a single, desperate thought: He doesn't know. He believed Serena was his savior—the girl who had dragged him from the frozen lake ten years ago.But that was a lie.Because I was the one who had saved him.I remembered that night with terrifying clarity. The biting frost that crystallized on my lashes. The metallic scent of his blood. The crushing weight of his unc

Cold. Bone-deep, suffocating cold.I woke on the damp stone floor of the Moon Pack dungeon. The air reeked of mold, rust, and stale water. Every breath tasted like iron.My chest ached—the jagged emptiness where Kael’s mate bond had been, where my wolf’s heartbeat should have been. She was silent. Comatose.The rejection had nearly killed her.A soft, mocking voice echoed through the cell.“You’re awake.”I snapped my eyes open. Serena. Standing outside the iron bars, pristine, immaculate, and utterly terrifying. Her lantern cast flickering shadows across her flawless face. Not fragile. Not scared.Amused.“Serena,” I croaked. My throat burned. “What do you want?”She smiled, sharp as shattered glass. “Dinner. Kael said to starve you, but I convinced him to let me come. After all… even a traitor deserves a last meal.”Her heels clicked against the stone like a countdown to my death. She placed a tray of soup in front of me. My stomach growled—I hadn’t eaten in twenty-four hours. My ba

New York City. The city that never sleeps was alive with the sound of honking taxis and the rush of millions chasing their dreams.In the heart of Manhattan, on the top floor of the glitziest skyscraper, a pair of red-bottomed stilettos clicked rhythmically against the marble floor.Click. Click. Click.The sound was sharp, authoritative, and terrifying to the employees of Phoenix Designs.“No. No. And... absolutely not.”I tossed the sketches onto the glass conference table, my voice cool and detached.“But Ms. Phoenix,” a junior designer stammered, sweating profusely. “This is the trend for the upcoming season. Ruffles are in—”“Ruffles are for poodles,” I cut him off, raising an eyebrow. “My clients are powerful women. Lunas, CEOs, politicians. They don't want to look like cupcakes. They want to look like they can conquer the world.”I stood up, smoothing down my tailored crimson suit. It fit my curves perfectly, emphasizing a figure that was no longer thin and frail, but strong an

The black armored Maybach glided silently along the winding forest roads, its tinted windows reflecting the gray, brooding sky.I sat in the back seat, fingers drumming rhythmically on the leather armrest. Beside me, Leo pressed his small nose to the glass, eyes wide, absorbing the shadows of his fatherland.“Mommy,” he whispered, unusually serious, “this place feels… sad.”I looked out. He was right. Five years ago, the Moon Pack had thrived. Now? Trees clawed at the sky like skeletal fingers. Roads lay empty. Pack members moved with hunched shoulders, heads bowed, afraid to be seen.Silence and fear had replaced laughter and life.Ryan’s hand found mine. Warmth. Solid. Unshakable. “A pack reflects its Alpha. If the land is dying, it’s because the Alpha’s soul is rotting.”A slow, satisfied smirk curved my lips. Good. Let him rot.We reached the checkpoint. I recognized the guard—Thomas, a boy who once threw mud at me when I was a lowly Omega. Now he looked hollowed out, his hands sh

The silence in the Grand Ballroom was suffocating.Phoenix stood at the bottom of the staircase, crimson silk pooling around her ankles like fresh blood. She didn’t blink. Her gaze locked on Kael Blackwood with the imperious tilt of a queen watching a peasant.Kael’s feet moved before his mind could stop them. His hand reached out, trembling in the still air.“Ari—”“Kael!” Serena’s shrill voice cut through him like a whip. She grabbed his bicep, nails digging into his suit. “You’re making a scene! Everyone is watching!”Kael froze, chest heaving. He searched for the scent of his lost mate—vanilla and jasmine—but it was gone. Only the heavy smell of roses and the sharp bite of gunpowder remained.Phoenix laughed, a low, dangerous sound that scraped against his nerves.“Your Luna seems… insecure, Alpha Blackwood,” she said, slipping her arm through Ryan’s. She didn’t look at Serena with jealousy—only cold, bored disdain. “Hold on tight, darling. He looks like he might run.”Serena’s fa