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Cheyenne grew up in a small pack. They kept to themselves and never ran into problems. She graduated a year early from high school at the age of only 17 and freshman year of college coming up. Then a warning from the Moon Goddess comes to her and her life is turned upside down. On top of all of everything else, there's this mystery man that seems to show up randomly when she's in the most trouble. Who is he? Can she trust him? She tries to get answers from the Moon Goddess about everything but all she gets is riddles in response. When war threatens to plaque her home town, she has to make a choice. Her family has a held secret for so long and it's about to come to light.

Levi looked completely stunned, his jaw dropping slightly. No one ever rejected an Alpha's rejection. But I didn't care. Not about him or anyone else. This was my life and I was going to fight for it. If this wolf thought that my human life was insignificant just because I wasn't the one he wanted to marry, then he was clearly out of his freaking mind. "You will not get rid of me that easily, Levi," I told him, my voice steady and fierce. “I am your mate, and I will remain that way because I have no plans to die because of a selfish, inconsiderate, furry mutt.” Then, I turned my glare directly onto Ariella. "And as for you, you should go find another male to bother. Because this Alpha is mine.” ******************************************* During graduation night, Daniella Havlová was thrilled to be stepping into the real world after graduating from the prestigious Palisade Crown University. But then Levi Alexander Vance, the ruthless Dark Prince and newly crowned Alpha King, claims her as his mate, and kisses her like he owns her soul, every rule shatters. The problem? He doesn’t want her. In front of the entire elite supernatural society, Levi publicly rejects Daniella, choosing his girlfriend instead. What should have been the end of their story becomes something far more dangerous. Because Daniella refuses to accept his rejection. As the rejected bond twists painfully between them, Levi finds himself unable to stay away, caught between duty, power, and a human girl who refuses to submit. She was never meant to be his queen. But some bonds refuse to break. In a world of ruthless werewolves and ancient rivalries, one defiant human has declared the Alpha King hers. And she's not leaving without a fight.

At the company team-building event, I got called out by my colleague Samantha Rowler for not removing my price tag—she accused me of being a "freebie chaser." "Oh wow, Carla, you drive a BMW 5 Series. Are you seriously planning to return your clothes within seven days too?" she sneered. I tucked the tag back in and ignored her snide remark. But after the event, as soon as I got home, my phone started blowing up. My chat apps were going insane. A friend had sent me a link: [Luxury-Car Executive Turns Out to Be a Return Addict!] Someone had filmed me leaving the price tag on and posted it to a short-video platform. I opened the comment section and was met with a barrage of insults. [Can't afford to live, huh? Tag warrior.] [Is this car a sugar-daddy gift? Those who know, know.] [OMG, does this woman have some kind of illness? Which brand is this so I can avoid it!] I immediately knew Samantha was behind it. I messaged her to delete the video. Instead, the next second, she blocked me—and pinned a comment to the top of the thread: [You can know a person's face but never their heart!] I was about to post a statement to clarify, my finger hovering over the send button, when I noticed the video's likes had already shot past ten thousand. I laughed. If they wanted a scene, fine—let's make it bigger. I quickly posted a new update: [The outfit is really nice. I'll wear it again next time.] The netizens erupted. The insults doubled, the heat skyrocketed, and the post shot straight to number one trending. I just put my phone down and went to sleep.

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

"Honey, the soles of my shoes are made of sheepskin. I can't get them wet, so come pick me up right away." Just as I send a WhatsApp message to my wife, Cora Harden, a barrage of floating comments explodes in front of me in the downpour. "I really can't stand a high-maintenance second male lead like Allen Brandt. Cora, the female lead, is a billionaire CEO, and yet she lets him boss her around like a lapdog." "The male lead has already joined the company. Once Cora sees how sweet and thoughtful he is, she's dumping that loser Allen for good." "This is hilarious. After the divorce, Allen can't do anything, so he'll end up as some cheap thirst-trap live streamer." Staring at the screen of venomous insults, I clench my fists in anger. Just then, Cora arrives with an umbrella, half of her bespoke dress soaked from the rain. Noticing my whitened knuckles, she pauses for a moment, then timidly tugs at my sleeve. "Sorry, darling. If I had driven any faster, I would have been speeding."