Bratayley Caleb Logan

"I, Muriel Oliver, reject you, Alpha Lucian Logan as my mate!" *** Muriel, an Omega-ranked wolf has never wished for anything else than to find her mate on her eighteenth birthday and leave her Pack. But when she discovered her mate was no other than her Pack Alpha, her childhood enemy, she rejected him. However, the Moon Goddess has something more surprising for her. Her fate is not just bound with Lucian, but a demon whom she must help save his kingdom.

Marybeth is married to Logan Renfry, a man she has dedicated seven years of her life to and with whom she has a beautiful five-year-old son. Although she knows this man doesn’t love her at all she still stays, hopeful that her love will be strong enough to turn his little respect for into love. But that all changes after his first love comes back to America. Now Logan doesn’t care about her or their son anymore and his actions make it obvious. After a car accident leaves her hospitalized and her son dead, Marybeth hardens her heart- divorcing her husband, making use of her family to show him the full brunt of her wrath and marrying his uncle, all in a bid to destroy Logan’s world and make him regret. Will she succeed?

Kieran Brielle Henderson couldn't accept the fact that she was being cheated on by her boyfriend. Her long time boyfriend whom she thought will forever be with her. She was deeply hurt after seeing him having sex with another woman. Feeling unwanted, unloved, betrayed, broken, and hurt, she found another way to heal her broken heart, to be able to move on, and have her little revenge. And that is by marrying the ruthless billionaire, Logan Achilles Sullivan who was arranged by her father to her to save their company. *** "I'll let you divorce me after one year, but that's after you carry my child, my heir." I frowned at him. "I'm too young for that! I still have dreams! I don't want to have a child yet!" Who does he think he is?! Does he really think that having a child is easy?! He let out a cruel smirk as darkness clouded his electric blue eyes. "Then, don't divorce me."

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.

The medicine in her hand is a gateway to death, but it may not be. Victoria knew the path she was about to take could lead to destruction, but the hope for a little happiness remained. In the darkness of the hospital room, before her sits a man she once knew-a man who has lost everything, who now stares at her with sharp, hateful eyes. Logan, the badly injured CEO of Dallas Corp, spends his days in a wheelchair, trapped in a deep grudge. Victoria knows this is the right moment. If she didn't act now, it would all be over. “I can take you to get everything back,” Victoria said, voice wrapped in hesitation yet full of determination. Stepping closer, her eyes met Logan's dark, piercing ones. “Everything they ever took away, including your own honor as CEO of Dallas Corp,” she added, looking at him deeply, like an unbreakable promise. “But... pay for my daughter's entire treatment. Even if necessary, find the best doctor in the country so he can work on her recovery.”

Three months after my death, my brother is hospitalized due to leukemia. That's when my family finally remembers me after kicking me out. My sister, Ruby, texts me. "Caleb is sick, so get the hell back here for a bone marrow transplant. Mom and Dad will stop holding a grudge against you for stealing money." Dad calls me a few times, but they go unanswered. He curses, "How dare she! She didn't even bother calling since we kicked her out a few months ago!" Mom holds my brother, Caleb. Her gaze is full of heartache. "Jolene is an ingrate. She must be hiding because she doesn't want to save you. I'll find her, even if I have to scour the world!" None of them care about me. They have no idea that I died on the night they kicked me out of the house. When they tossed me out, my head bumped into a stone hidden beneath the snow. The snow was particularly heavy that night. It kept falling and falling. Later, when they finally start looking for me, they find my frozen body underneath the thick snow.

The day I find out I only have three days left to live, my mate comes home with a mate termination contract. He wants to break up with me and form a new bond with another she-wolf who's pretending to be dying—just to fulfill her so-called final wish. "Sweetheart, I don't have a choice," Caleb Lowe says, holding me in his arms. "Ruby's been poisoned with silver. She's got about a week left. Her dying wish is to marry me. But don't worry. You're the only one I love," he adds, looking at me with those sincere eyes. "Once the bonding ceremony is over and she's gone, we'll get back together—just like before." I look down and give a small laugh, then sign the termination contract. Forget it. I'm dying anyway. Who he ends up with doesn't matter anymore. I might as well let him have what he wants.

Layla was treated as a curse by her pack members, she was bullied and maltreated, even her father hated her, he accuses her for her mother's death, the pack considers her a disgrace and she's more taunted when she didn't get her wolf early, and she's taunted for having a white wolf, they call her a curse. She realizes that the alpha son Logan is her mate, yet he rejects her and maltreated her. Tired of staying in a place where she is not loved and wanted, Layla runs away. She finds out that she has a new mate in the woods, and she's excited to know he doesn't reject her. Her excitement is cut short when she realizes her mates dislike her, he doesn't want to reject her, nor does he intend to like her the way she thought he would. What will happen when she knows the reason for her new mate's hate? What will she know when she finds out her true nature? Will she understand him? Will Ethan set aside the hate he has for Layla's kind?

My body hurt—badly. The bruises from Logan’s fists were fresh, my ankle throbbed from where he kicked me, and one of my eyes was nearly swollen shut. But I still limped down the hallway with a cold pack in hand, desperate for something… maybe comfort, maybe just his attention. I didn’t know. Then I heard it—low groans, heavy breathing, the unmistakable sound of skin against skin. Sweaty. Lustful. Raw. I opened the door and my heart shattered. There he was—Logan Hart. My husband. The man I loved more than myself. And with him? Tessa Black—his girlfriend, his mistress, the perfect model everyone adored. They were tangled in the sheets, bodies slick, eyes wild, too lost in each other to even care that I stood there. I couldn’t breathe. I screamed. And Logan… he didn’t even flinch. He didn’t apologize. Didn’t care. “Get out,” he said coldly. “I’m in the middle of something.” That was it. That was the moment I broke. I ran. Limping, shaking, crying—I ran and didn’t look back. What I didn’t know was… that heartbreak would be the beginning of everything.

The ninety-ninth time my Alpha mate blocked our mind-link, I was in the final stages of Wolf Spirit Decay. I dragged my broken body into the Council Hall. The cold marble steps grated against the soles of my feet, and with every step, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "I am here to petition to leave the pack." The council official studied my pale, thin form with a pitying gaze and asked softly, "Are you certain, Miss? You would be giving up the pack's protection." Since childhood, my wolf has been unstable, making me frail. Ever since my father brought home my adopted sister, Lydia, when I was ten, my parents have treated me like a disgrace to the family. Despite being his marked mate for years, Caleb never promised me a Luna ceremony. He rarely even took me to pack gatherings. As a result, hardly anyone in the pack knew who I was. "It doesn't matter," I said, my voice calm despite the effort. "I will be dead in three days."