Becoming Female Fanfic

After my father, I started working as a Beta for the Alpha of my pack. He was not an alpha just because he had Alpha's blood or had the abilities to become Alpha. He was an Alpha because he was mated to the Alpha's daughter, Mrs. Stacey Adams Brown. She had all the qualities of becoming an Alpha and leading the pack. She was sweet, kind and a great leader. But she let her mate rule the pack. She was everything that anyone wanted in his mate but everything changed two months back when her mate... The love of her life left her for another woman who could bear his child as the Luna was barren. She went from the woman that believed in mate bond to someone who used to make fun of it. She went from happy to rude, sweet to bitter, loving to heartless. She was no longer the Luna that she was before. But never did I think that she would ask me to pretend as her love interest to take revenge on her ex-mate.

Prince charming by day and the devil himself by night. Trevor Saint Williamson. A hybrid who didn't know his lineage or the cause of his inhumane abilities got into trouble with the authorities when he unknowingly feasted on the governor's only daughter. On the other hand, Kira Blue Miron, who was meant to be a queen in another land, as prophecy says, went out to find the man that would make her prophecy come to fulfilment. On unusually encountering Trevor feasting on a human, Kira felt the telltale signs in her move, as said by prophecy, when she met the man that would make her a queen.   At one point, it all got confusing because she realised he wasn't a king but an orphan with a supernatural ability. How could he be the man fate had for her? Find out how Trevor's captivity by the authorities exposed his identity and began the fulfilment of Kira becoming the queen in an unknown land.

Silas Jordan drew lots, which resulted in me being chosen as his wife. He hated me for getting his childhood sweetheart killed. Hence, he tortured me to death. But after I died, deep remorse overwhelmed him. After I returned to the past, I first rigged the lottery to help him get together with his childhood lover. However, there were endless new comments on the screen. They were from readers of the novel I was trapped in. [Based on the plot, the male lead will pick the female lead. Then, the male lead’s childhood lover will kill herself. When the female lead gets tortured to death, the male lead starts regretting it. But why would this miserable novel change when the female lead rigged the lottery?] It was because I no longer wished to marry him again.

In a world where change is seen as the ultimate sign of power, Lily's failure to transform into something else resulted in her becoming the subject of ridicule. However, she always remained unaffected by their teasing. She confronted her tormentors directly with a fiery spirit and unapologetic attitude. Yet, her life drastically changed upon realizing she was destined to be the mate of all three triplet heirs to the throne. The name Luna came at a high cost - a lifetime of serving, meeting expectations, and yielding. However, Lily has always desired freedom. Will she give in to the dominant charms of the triplet as the mate bond strengthens, or will she resist to keep her independence? Will she be able to withstand the temptation of their strong magnetism, or will she plead for their forgiveness? Immerse yourself in a realm of raw desire, where passion and surrender clash in a struggle for power.

Due to one phone call, Carl Lorde left me behind in a deserted area on the highway, even though I had been pregnant for four months. I walked to a rest area to ask for help, but in the end, I was unable to keep the baby. I broke down and called Carl, but he kept rejecting my calls. The next day, his childhood friend posted an intimate photo of them lying side by side in bed, with a caption. [With just one call, you’d come over to my side no matter what.] Everyone was waiting for me, Carl’s girlfriend, to make a joke of myself. However, I just wiped away my tears, liked the post, and commented, [Congratulations, you two are a match made in the trash dump. I hope you rot in hell together.]

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

At the full moon party before our marking ceremony, my mate Lucas got wasted. I went to pick him up, just like we agreed. Only to walk in on him burying his face in his first love’s neck, marking her with his scent. "Don't ever leave me again, Willow. My wolf only wants you." His first love shot me a triumphant smirk and shoved him into my arms. "Your mate is here. You should go." But Lucas, hiding behind his drunkenness, just looked at me with disgust. "You're the only one for me, Willow! She's just some lowly half-blood Omega. She's just my ride home, don't worry about her." I swallowed my humiliation and took him home, only to find out he wasn't drunk at all. He claimed he only said those things to appease Willow, for the sake of her pack's power. I just turned away. So on the day we were supposed to be bound for life, I ran. If Lucas was still hung up on his first love, then I would grant him his wish and disappear. But I never expected that after I left, he would lose his mind, crying and begging for me to come back.

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

In this world, there are more ways to deal with a problem than the problem itself. That applies just as well to cheating men. Rich men, especially, will go to absurd lengths just to have more women in their lives. There's no trick too low, no scheme too shameless. Take my boss, for example. He handed over his stunning mistress to me. Honestly, I suspected he couldn't perform in bed, because she came into my bedroom night after night.