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Adler Hayes Vergara may be an easy-going, responsible, calm, and collected Executive but he is a drunk mess when stressed and a man who isn't ready for commitment and responsibility, thinking that he should keep the ball rolling while he's still free from the engagement arranged by his family. But one rainy day, a woman appears on his doorstep, soaked and pale like a stray kitten, introducing herself as his fiancée!

"We are enemies." "That doesn't stop me from possessing you." He breathed and every word he whispered later on sent chills down my spine, "You are mine, Amara. From the pale blonde strands of your hair to your faded nail-polished toes. Every breath you take is mine. Not excluding the freckles dusting your cheeks to the pimples on your face. Your misery is mine, which I shall bring upon you myself. From your giggles to your random nonsensical chatter, I own them! Your darn strawberry moments are mine. Every drop of blood that flows through your veins belongs to me and so does your last breath when I snuff life out of you, watching as your pretty green eyes lose their shine and your heartbeat goes dull beneath my palm." His hand traveled to my neck, fingers lacing around it, and he squeezed a bit, "Who do you belong to?" He asked capturing my ear lobe between his lips and I shivered. "Myself and you can't have me!" I swung my head back and crashed it against his, sending him reeling backward. **************** You have got to let your loved ones know what's happening with you' Amara snow Dardanos learns this the hard way when her perfect world is crushed by a secret she kept away from her family. Orian Wolfe Akanther, one of the leaders of the underworld is given the task of taking the werewolf princess as vengeance for the injustice and treachery done to his kind. The plan was simple, to take her, watch her family and kind crumble beneath his finger tips and then kill her but that plan seems to foil when his nonexistent heart leans towards her and he is at the risk of breaking a blood oath.

Tantalizing crimson eyes and jet black hair were all Lily could remember in the features of the enigmatic young man who saved her ten years ago when she was kidnapped. One day, she accidentally saw him again after ten years in the middle of a busy street in an unexplainable situation. Time froze for few seconds, people around her stopped moving, and in his snap of finger defreezes time, as the car in front of him lose control and crashed with the nearby truck. She was left dazed by what had just happened in front of her. The scene shocked her and triggered her memory of him. "The guy who saved me was no human," she murmured staring blankly, remembering their uncanny encounter a decade ago. "Grim Reaper?" Confusion was written on her face. He shook his head. "Non, I am Doom, and I bring death to people." After the street incident, she couldn't forget his face and his lines kept replaying in her dreams like a broken tape which made her wonder if this was part of the after-effects of her trauma or if it was destiny that aligned their stars to collide.

"Kill her!" "Kill her!" "Kill her!" They all chanted as she knelt before them with her head hung low. Her wet hair clung to her face as her heart hammered against her chest. She was going to die. Her hands were tied behind her and her legs were shackled with huge chains that sent bristle shock through her body. Her throat kept bobbing, forcing the lumps down. It has finally come to this. She thought to herself. •••• She was nothing but a weak and cursed Omega. Left to die in the terrifying Black Forest, Nyx was captured by slave hunters who wanted to have her sacrificed for the Alpha King’s sister's marriage. Her salvation came in the image of her mate, Zenith Hells, the Lycan King. But there was an hindrance. Zenith was not here for a mate but for an arranged bride. What happens when she is suddenly caught between the royal struggle for power and the throne? Will she be able to get her mate from the clutches of his fiancée and the chaos that roamed the streets of the Lycan Lands or will she be left to tend to her broken heart?

The wind blows to give a sign that the blue moon goddess has appeared in the night sky. Gisella froze when she saw what was in front of her."She killed your sister, this human. why are you just silent?" snapped a woman with knee-length black hair"I, I don't understand what you're talking about?. I didn't kill anyone," argued Grisella. she was stunned because the blue-eyed man was staring at her nowThe wolf's howling was then heard clearly, singing along to accompany the night's silence amidst the lush forest."What are you waiting for, she's a heartless human being," insisted that woman again. Gaze at Grisella with hate. Meanwhile, the blue-eyed man, with fur that had appeared all over his body, was silent."I can not," said the man with blue eyes began to voice, "I can not. She's my mate," repeated the man in his sad voice."What? She who killed your brother, how could she, your mate? You choose her, or your clan?" repeated the woman. What is the man's answer ????

He rejected her when she didn't know what he meant to her. He left her when she needed him the most. He left her broken and alone in the claws of this cruel world. But now he’s back to claim what’s his. Will she accept him now? Read story to find out about his REJECTED LOVE…. My mate. So weak. So pathetic. I have a weak and pathetic mate. He thought as he looked at her with disgust and displeasure in his eyes. Just like me, when I was human. She is a human! I don't want a mate. I don't want a weak and pathetic mate! She can't fix me! She's nothing! Screw this! His thoughts were going berserk with the rushing flashes of his past. He tucked his hand roughly through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the replay of those horrible evocations. He laid her on the small grass patch at the side of the deserted road. She was half-conscious, so she could hear him. "Hey!" He said, jerking her pale face gently. Blood was covering half of her face but she was still looking beautiful in the moonlight. The sparks weren’t going unnoticed as he reminded himself that it was just the mate-bond. He was determined in his decision and he wasn’t going to change it. The girl opened her eyes slightly and with that, he did what he thought was right at that time. "I, Kane Wilson, reject you as my mate!" He said, with all the strength he could have mustered in his miserable state of emotions and with that, he left her there, feeling extreme pain in his heart. But he pushed that pain aside and ran from there in inhuman speed. Away from her!

"Love doesn't protect the border," he said, rejecting her while she carried his secret heir. Five years later, she is the fake fiancée of his deadliest enemy... and she’s hiding a child with the Golden Eyes of a King. "I reject you, Elara Vance." Five years ago, Alpha Kael of Camelot chose power over love. Believing the lies of his corrupt Oracle and Elara’s own foster sister, he publicly banished his fated mate on his ascension day, leaving her with nothing but a broken heart—and a secret growing inside her. Now, Elara is a rogue herbalist living in the shadows, her life revolving around her five-year-old son, Leo. But Leo carries a deadly curse. To save him, Elara must venture into uncharted territory to steal a legendary Orchid from the most dangerous man on the continent: King Darius of the Lycans. She infiltrates the Palace, but the Ruthless King catches her red-handed. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right now," Darius growls. "Because," Elara gasps, "I'm the only one who can wake your guards up." Intrigued by her skills and cornered by the Council into a forced marriage, Darius offers Elara a devil’s bargain: The Orchid for her life. "Marry me for one year. Convince the world you are mine, and I will save your son." Elara accepts, dyeing her son’s hair black to hide his identity. But deception is fragile. When a Peace Summit brings her vengeful Ex to the palace, Elara’s secrets are one washed-out hair dye away from being revealed. With a Lycan King stealing her heart and an Alpha hunting her son, Elara must decide: Keep running, or unleash the wolf within.

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

“My final act as Alpha is as follows. All omegas shall be sold off as slaves to other alphas as requested by the Lycan King himself.” My mouth falls open. How could he just sell off half of his pack? Someone grabbed my neck, causing me to scream in pain. “That includes you Jocelyn Hallows. You are no longer the adopted daughter of myself and my Luna. You have wrongfully harmed the new Luna many times and for this, I strip you of all titles, making you again an omega and, therefore, will be sold off as a slave.” His words were harsh and I could not understand them. A single tear fall from my mother’s eyes as I looked at her, she turned her head and walked out of the office as the man who I thought was my father grabbed me by the hair and dragged me as I tried hard to get out of his grip but it didn't work, his foot connected with my face as everything went black I heard his words. Will Josie achieve the revenge she wants? Does her future hold more in store for her then she thinks?

Under the full moon, Lyra Cynthion watched her entire pack slaughtered by a tyrant alpha. The sole survivor, she was chained in silver and enslaved for years, scarred by abuse that never extinguished her rage. Captured by Alpha Viktor Alistair, the fated bond sparked hope—until he spat in her face before the entire court: “I, Viktor Alistair, reject you, Lyra Cynthion, slave, as my fated mate.” Sentenced to the Ceremonial Hunt, Lyra bleeds, kills, and escapes into the human world. She dyes her silver hair black, hides in Mateo’s bar, and swears to make Viktor beg. Two years of silence shatter when Dean Valerius walks through the door: rising bastard alpha, storm-blue eyes starving, scent of forbidden forest. “I am Dean Valerius… your future alpha,” he growls, awakening the wolf she buried. The same rare blood binds them. Now she has a choice: use the bastard to destroy Viktor… or let him destroy her. Brutal enemies-to-lovers • Soul-crushing rejection • Merciless revenge • Rising alpha • Forbidden mate bond The rejected wolf is back. And this time, she hunts.