Big Chase Paw Patrol

I'm Kennedy, the pack's recognized Luna, and Tyler's fated mate—or so I foolishly believed. That day, the pregnancy test burned in my palm as I traced the tiny life growing inside me, my heart swelling with secret joy. But that joy turned to ash outside the club on that rainy night. Brenda's back—the woman who saved his life, the one he chose without hesitation over me. He grew colder by the day, letting her friends call me a FAKE LUNA to my face, even saying he wanted to reject our mate bond. I clung to my pregnancy like it was my last shred of dignity, terrified that if I spoke up, all I'd hear was his icy command-- "Abort it." He left me soaking in the rain, ignored me when I was burning with fever, and let me be humiliated, let me be pressured. But he forgot— I'm Kennedy, not some fragile vine that bends to his will. He'll pay the most brutal price for that stupid mistake!

For four years, Clara Hayes Kingsley has endured a marriage built on cold indifference. Her billionaire husband, Cassian Kingsley, gave her his name but never his heart that still belongs to his first love, Vanessa Hale. He forgets their anniversaries, touches her only to satisfy his own needs, and warns her never to carry his child. When Vanessa returns to the city, Clara becomes a ghost in her own home. Every insult from Vanessa is excused. Every hurt is overlooked. Cassian sees it all and does nothing. Until Clara decides she's had enough. She leaves her wedding ring, signed divorce papers, and a short letter behind. No tears. No begging. Just silence. But when Cassian wakes to an empty penthouse, the wife he ignored for four years is suddenly the only woman he can think about. Now he's chasing the woman he rejected and Clara is done being anyone's second choice.

Samsara Angela Sakura learned to live as a breadwinner. Until one day, circumstances made her life twice as much harder than before. When an opportunity comes for her to be one of Miss Night Women and be purchased by a Billionaire, will she accept it?

​“I dragged you out of that filthy gutter, Leylie. I paid for your mother’s last breath and your sister’s cheap little dreams. I turned a nobody into something almost presentable. And now you’re going to repay that debt in another man’s bed. That’s all you were ever good for, anyway. ​●●●LEYLIE●●● ​My fourth wedding anniversary started with a bouquet of roses and ended with Finnian Thorne, my husband, forcing me to watch him have sex with another woman. ​He says I’m ungrateful. He says I’m selfish. ​But the truth is, I’m just a pawn in a billionaire’s game. ​To keep my family alive, I have to follow his final, twisted order: Seduce Hayes Doyle — his business rival, and destroy him with a single lie. As Finnian serves me divorce papers and throws me to the wolves, he makes one fatal mistake. He hands me over to a man even more ruthless than himself. Instead of a target, I find an ally. Instead of a victim, I become a weapon.

Ella Leen hid her identity to pursue Damon Monteverde, the genius boy who can make anything from scratch, but was still despised and looked down because of being a poor man. He hated rich people, so she thought that by enduring hardship along with him, he would be able to finally see her sincerity and love. That she was not any worse than his first ever love. But seeing that even after five years they were married together, she still can’t be compared with his first girlfriend--his first love. She finally left. But.. “You don’t love me Damon. You just can’t stand the fact that I left.” She left, not wanting to turn back, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer towards him, as his hot breath sprayed on her face. “Come back, and I prove it.” Ella chuckled, her multi-million worth of watch shook slightly under the dazzling sun, "Sorry. I can’t come back.” “I’m busy inheriting properties.”

Killian Voss—the Alpha King, the man Sera had secretly loved for three years—grabbed her by the throat the morning after he marked her. "I would never touch someone like you. Not sober." Then he rejected her in front of everyone. Because she was nothing but a wolfless Omega. But his wolf betrayed him. Every full moon, when his human side lost control, he came crawling back to her bed. Desperate. Hungry. Touching her like she was sacred, tasting every inch his pride refused to claim. They called it Mate Madness—the curse that struck Alphas who rejected their True Mate. He needed her to survive. So she became his dirty secret. His monthly fix. The woman he claimed in moonlight and discarded by dawn. Sera told herself she could handle it. The contract. The money. The way he treated her like a curse he couldn't shake. Until she got pregnant. "Get rid of it," he said without even looking at her. "I don't want any connection to an Omega." That was the moment something inside her finally died. She took her baby and ran. Six months later, there was a knock at her door. The cold-blooded Alpha King was on his knees, begging for a second chance. But this time, she was the one who got to say no.

The day Yancy Shepherd died, Benedict Page poisoned our dinner. His eyes were wild, and bloodshot, as he watched me writhe in agony. There was a madness in his gaze, but worse was the hatred, a disgust so deep it twisted his face into something unrecognizable. "If it weren't for you forcing your way into our lives, Yancy wouldn’t have died from heartbreak. You ruined us! It’s all your fault!" A photo slipped from his trembling hand and landed at my feet—Yancy at twenty, looking radiant, her smile as bright as a blooming flower. I collapsed to the ground, my strength fading fast like a rose withering in the final grasp of winter. Helpless, I waited for the darkness to claim me, consumed by despair and bitter regret. Why hadn’t I listened to the system and killed him when I had the chance? But when I opened my eyes again, everything was different. I stood watching Benedict flee our engagement ceremony. My brother moved to chase after him, but I quietly raised a hand, stopping him. This time, things would be different.

At the age when I should have been attending university, I was framed by my biological parents and sent to prison. My sister had been cruelly killed by her kidnappers when she tried to save me, and they blamed me for her death. On the day of my release, I was kidnapped and had one of my ears cut off. When I found the opportunity, I immediately called my father, asking him to save me. Instead, he snapped, saying, “You’re no longer my son! Don’t contact me!” I was then burned alive. After I died, my sister returned. However, when my parents found out that the charred corpse was mine, the family crumbled.

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?

My sister and I were mated with a pair of twin werewolves. She mated with the black wolf—strong, imposing, and the Alpha heir to the wolf pack. But he was cold and desireless by nature, with a violent temper that made her life after forming the mate bond unbearable. He often turned on her, leaving her battered and broken. I, on the other hand, mated with the frail white wolf, who was gentle, considerate, and seemingly weak. Yet with patience and intelligence, he eventually became the Alpha of the pack. Jealousy consumed my sister. She poisoned me, ending my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day we were choosing our mates. My sister hurriedly reached for the white wolf. I smiled. Did she really think the white wolf was harmless?