Werewolf Werewolf Web Novels & Intelligent Face-Slapping Stories

Mia was the Moonban Slave Omega, In Moonban, Luna's has more statue than the mere Omega's, Not only was she an Omega but she was a fat one at that. Her lack of a lithe hunter's physique made her a prime target for the dominant wolves, who forced her to bare her neck in constant, humiliating submission. Pregnant with her Alpha’s child and hoping always for a scrap of love, she instead on the day of her mating bond ceremony even with the Alphas pup, he straight on rejected her right in front of the pack house and choose her best friend instead. The agonizing snap of the severed mate bond echoed through her chest, causing her inner wolf to howl in absolute agony as the pack’s cruel laughter filled the territory. Hurt by the revelation, she cried and left the packs gathering ran till her Wolf whimpered and stayed at an isolated place to fathom the yoke of rejection. But instead of drowning in her pity full state, she gets claimed instead by the powerful tyrant rogue Triplet. Three massive, feral males shrouded in the terrifying scent of blood and lawless dominance suddenly surrounded her, their golden eyes flashing with sudden, absolute possession. They didn't just claim her they worshipped her even, no caring for the flaws Zach couldn't see. Being protected by three powerful tyrant’s protected by the moon Goddess, Zach comes to ask for forgiveness but Mia wasn't just the broken Omega he could call with just a stomp of his paw. She had evolved into an untouchable queen of the wilds, and her three feral mates were more than ready to tear the throat out of the Alpha who had thrown her away.

I froze to death alone in the endless snow, my wolf core brutally crushed by Kalen Blackrock—the fated Alpha I’d given my entire life, my loyalty, my heart to. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. It was the exact day he’d planned to publicly reject me, the day that broke my past life before it even began. This time, I didn’t wait for his cruelty. I smiled, ripped our sacred mate bond to shreds before he could utter a single word, and said flatly, “I don’t want you anymore, Kalen Blackrock.” He’s the most powerful Alpha alive, feared by every pack across the werewolf world. But the moment I turned and walked away, he broke. He groveled, he begged, he laid his entire kingdom at my feet, desperate to earn back the love he’d thrown away. But it’s too late. I’ve found my true destiny: I am the Moon Goddess’s chosen heir, the only one who can save our dying world. I was never meant to be his Luna. I was born to be their Queen.

I scrubbed his floors for eight months before the Moon Goddess bound me to him in front of three hundred witnesses. was fate finally choosing me.? unknown to me It became the beginning of the worst night of my life. The woman he was supposed to marry framed me as a spy within a day, and nobody asked one honest question before believing her. My own Alpha stood in his hall and rejected me, tore the bond out of my chest, and let his guards drag me to the border like I was nothing worth keeping. I never begged him to change his mind. I simply walked. Turns out the nameless servant girl he threw away was the lost daughter of the enemy pack next door, and the fire sleeping quietly in my blood was something his own bloodline had gone to war to wipe out generations ago. I did not come back to win him back or hear another apology. I came back to burn down everything he loved, starting with the woman who framed me, and ending with the pack that watched me fall and called it justice. He will spends the rest of his life learning what he threw away. I'll make sure he never gets the chance to hold it again. He will beg, eventually. I let him kneel in front of everyone. Then I walk past him anyway, in front of every person who once watched me get dragged out in chains. Some mistakes do not get forgiven twice. Some bonds do not get a second chance. I am not the girl who knelt on that cold floor anymore, and I am finished being anyone's mistake to fix. He rejected me once. I will not give him the chance to reconcile with me ever again.