Romans & Histoires Finance Reject

She thought she was a beta. Until she turned twenty-one. Her late presentation as an omega shatters everything she believed about her future. Overnight, the rules change. In a world where omegas aren’t allowed to live independently without an alpha sponsor, her family refuses to claim her, and the law gives her only one year before she’s reassigned to a guardian alpha she doesn’t choose. She refuses to let that happen. She’s smart, sharp-tongued, and has never waited for permission in her life. If the system demands an alpha, she’ll find one herself. A powerful one. A rich one. One who gives her security without taking her freedom. But alphas are a disappointment. The chemistry is wrong. The entitlement is worse. And then, on one reckless night, everything changes. A dark club. A stranger who radiates control. One encounter that leaves her body finally still… and an alpha who disappears before she can ask his name. When she secures a coveted internship at a corporation that temporarily sponsors unbonded omegas, she thinks she’s bought herself time. Until her first day puts her face-to-face with the man she can’t forget. Her CEO. Her alpha. And the last man who wants to bond. He doesn’t claim omegas. He doesn’t mix desire with obligation. And he refuses to become what the system expects of him. But she’s done being patient. If survival means seduction, she’ll do it on her terms. Even if he fights it. Even if the bond they’re resisting is inevitable.

He bought me back like you buy a car. Now… I belong to him. When her father loses everything gambling, Léna finds herself sold to a wealthy stranger to pay off his debts. She thinks it's a bad joke… until she recognizes the icy gaze of the man before her. Ilyès Blackwood. The man she slapped in public two years earlier after a disturbing night she'd rather forget. The man she's never seen again. The man who hates her. He wants neither her love nor her respect. He wants her submission. Her silence. And her body. He'll do whatever it takes to make her his entirely, with or without her consent.

I was the girl he threw away... and now, I’m the woman he’d burn the world down to keep." In college, I was just Aria—the shy girl with simple clothes and a heart foolishly full of love for Lander Storm. He broke that heart in front of everyone, calling me "ordinary" and "worthless." Five years later, that girl is dead. I’m cold, I’m elegant, and I’ve returned with a face he can never forget. But I didn't come back for him. My family’s survival depends on one thing: a marriage contract with the Storms. The deal was simple: marry the brother who’s stuck abroad, wait one year, and get my freedom. But when Lander saw me—really saw me—the "temporary" part of the deal vanished. He decided to take his brother's place. He decided to become the substitute groom. He thinks he can own me. He thinks a ring on my finger can erase the scars he left on my soul. He wants to turn this one-year lease into a life sentence. But Lander Storm is about to learn one thing: I am not his property. I am the ghost of the girl he destroyed, and I’m here to make him pay the price

"You made me wait," Cole said, reaching for his shirt like the conversation was already over. "Clara didn't." Roxie looked at the man who was supposed to claim her that same night and found nothing in his face worth saving. "So this is my fault," she said. "I'm not saying—" "You are literally saying that." _________________________________ Roxie Blackwood was never the pack's favourite. Too low-ranked, too grease-stained, too useful to discard but too easy to overlook. She built their weapons. Fixed their machines. Kept her head down and waited for the one thing that was supposed to be hers, her fated mate, her way out, her proof that the Moon Goddess hadn't forgotten about her. Then she walked through the wrong door. One night stripped Roxie of everything. Her mate. Her rank. Her father's protection. Her pack. Banished into rogue land with nothing but a tool roll and a mind that refused to quit, Roxie should have died before sunrise. She didn't. The Ironfang Pack doesn't take strays. But they've never encountered anyone like Roxie, a woman who survives not with claws and dominance, but with wire, precision, and a mechanical genius that turns a battle-hardened pack into something truly unstoppable. Then there is Ralph, Ironfang's Beta, cursed with strength so uncontrollable his own pack keeps their distance. Ralph doesn't believe in second chances. Doesn't believe in mates. Keeps everyone at arm's length and calls it discipline. Until Roxie came into the scene for him —------------------;----------------------------------- "Thirty days," Alpha Damien said. “Demonstrate your value. After that — I decide." Rihianna met his eyes. "And if I don't meet your standard?" "You go back to the border." She didn't flinch. Didn't beg. She'd been disposable her whole life. She knew exactly what to do for thirty days.