Break Yo Self Foo

La primera decisión que tomé tras renacer fue rechazar el rito de marca con mi compañero Alfa, Ethan. En mi vida anterior, cuando Ethan intentó aplazar nuestra ceremonia de unión por trigésima segunda vez, lo amenacé invocando las leyes sagradas de la Diosa de la Luna. Al final, Ethan cedió. Para apaciguar mi furia, juró que nada volvería a interrumpirnos. Sin embargo, esa misma noche murió Ivy, su amante Omega. Desde aquel instante, Ethan me odió con cada fibra de su ser. Cuando le confesé que estaba esperando cachorros, me ahogó en las aguas gélidas del Mar del Norte. —Tú y la abominación que llevas dentro merecen morir por lo que le pasó a ella. Me escupió las palabras mientras me hundía la cabeza bajo el agua. Morí sumida en la desesperación. Pero al abrir los ojos, me encontraba de nuevo frente al altar. Ethan lucía impaciente. —A Ivy le duele el pecho... Tenemos que posponer la ceremonia de unión otra vez. Esperaba que le suplicara. En lugar de eso, me desabroché el collar ceremonial y se lo arrojé a la cara. —Ve con ella. Yo me largo. Ethan hizo una mueca de desprecio. —Deja el drama. Sin mi aroma, vas a regresar arrastrándote de rodillas en una semana. No sabía que, una hora más tarde, yo estaría tocando a la puerta de su enemigo mortal: Damon, el Tirano del Norte. Cuando publiqué una foto luciendo el anillo del Alfa Winterborn en mi dedo, con la leyenda “Un Alfa Mejor”, Ethan enloqueció...

En el año en que mi novio, Nelson Castro, estaba más a la miseria, sin un peso, lo dejé. Después, se convirtió en el gran boss de la mafia y puso a trabajar a medio mundo, con sus métodos más bajos, para obligarme a casarme con él. La gente cuchicheaba que yo era su primer amor, su obsesión, la mujer que de verdad le importaba. Pero luego, se paseaba con una mujer distinta cada noche, y yo terminé siendo el hazmerreír de todos. A pesar de la humillación, nunca hice un escándalo. Me encerraba en mi cuarto, en silencio, para no interferir con sus asuntos. Una noche, fuera de sí, Nelson me besó con furia y me preguntó casi en un susurro: —¿No tienes celos? Pero en realidad... lo que él no sabía era que yo estaba enferma. Él podía comprar al mundo entero con su dinero, usar la violencia, las amenazas y lo que fuera, podía forzar este matrimonio y acostarse cada noche con las mujeres que quisiera. Pero no tenía ni idea de que a mi vida solo le quedaban siete días.

“Is trusting you a sin?” Hannah asked. “It wouldn't have been a sin if you were nothing but sand under my feet. You’ve always had it all—the grades, the charm, the spotlight. Teachers adored you. Boys wanted you. Even James, the only one I ever looked at like that, fell for you despite your boring look.” Her best friend’s laugh was dry. Cruel. Hannah’s heart squeezed, her breath catching in her throat. “You think you’ve won?” she said, voice shaking. “Because you slept with my husband and fed him lies?” “I don’t think, Hannah. I won.” “You didn’t win. You settled. You crawled into my leftovers and tried to wear my skin like it would turn you into something better—but it didn’t.” --- On her first wedding anniversary, Hannah Reyes was drugged—by her husband and her best friend. The betrayal shattered her world, and cost her the one thing she was holding onto: her unborn child. The next day, still lying in a hospital bed, her husband handed her divorce papers... then ordered her thrown out. Lost, bleeding, and alone, she was hit by a car. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. The driver? Matthew DeLacruz—her husband’s former friend, now bitter enemy, and a man he once scammed. And Matthew made her an offer she couldn’t ignore: "Be my vice president, and I’ll help you destroy him." What began as revenge turned into something else, something thrilling, empowering, and dangerously beautiful. And just when she thought she had nothing left to lose, Matthew made her a different offer: Marriage. Now Hannah must ask herself: Can she truly trust again? Or will this new beginning become just another ending?

“What am I doing? What were you doing letting another man feel you up?” “I don’t belong to you. I can let whoever I want to feel me up. Take a hint Declan.” I ran a hand over her arms and watched as goosebumps rose on her skin. I could smell her arousal, and knew every alpha could too. I was overwhelmed with the urge to carry her away and lock her up for my eyes only. I settled for pulling her into me and burying my face into her hair. Her scent drove me crazy. She smelled so sweet, so safe, like home. “Does his touch make you feel like this? Does his scent make your pussy purr, Maeve?” She gasped, and I watched, satisfied, as a blush crawled onto her face. Without a word, she had given me my answer. She could deny the way we reacted to each other with her words, but the body didn’t lie. She wanted me. ********* One night. One mistake. One bond that will never break. It was supposed to be nothing more than a freshman party with loud music, bad drinks, and no consequences. But when I locked eyes with him, I knew I was walking straight into trouble. I did it anyway. He’s been searching for me, watching me, and obsessing over me. The possessive alpha he keeps buried slips closer to the surface every time I push back and remind him I don’t belong to anyone. But bonds don’t care about pride. And the darker his desire gets, the harder it becomes to tell whether I’m running from him… or provoking him on purpose. Because the truth is, I never forgot that night either. And some knots were never meant to be broken.

El día de nuestra boda, Leonardo Sánchez me juró que me amaría para toda la vida. Siete años después, hizo que otra mujer quedara embarazada y hasta la instaló en una mansión de maternidad que había preparado con esmero. Cuando lo descubrí, el vientre de ella ya estaba abultado, a punto de dar a luz. Él apenas se sobresaltó un instante, pero enseguida la protegió detrás de su espalda. —Camila, tú siempre tuviste miedo de ser madre. Con este hijo, la familia Sánchez tendrá un heredero y tú ya no tendrás que sufrir. —Seguiremos igual que antes, nada va a cambiar. Yo sostenía en mis manos el examen de embarazo recién confirmado y, entre lágrimas, solté una sonrisa rota. El día en que Valeria dio a luz, yo me sometí a un aborto, dejé el acuerdo de divorcio y tomé un avión rumbo a un país lejano.

Durante seis años, esperé para convertirme en la compañera marcada y Luna oficial del Alfa Kael. La primera vez, Lyra, la compañera de su difunto hermano, llamó llorando por un ataque de renegados. Él me dejó en el altar y corrió a salvarla, pero resultó que ella solo se había perdido mientras caminaba por el bosque. La segunda vez, nunca se presentó porque Lyra había amenazado con suicidarse. Más tarde descubrí que él le había entregado el collar de la Luna porque la loba de ella necesitaba más protección que la mía. La tercera vez, fui a buscarlo y lo encontré en su cita prenatal, con la mano sobre el vientre de ella. Él no sabía que yo también estaba esperando un cachorro suyo. Con el corazón roto, decidí irme. Después de que desaparecí, él se volvió loco buscándome.

Elena Matthews appeared to have it all with her wealthy tycoon husband, Richard McDowell. However, her seemingly perfect relationship crumbled when she caught him red-handed with his step-sister in a hotel. Just when she thought life couldn't be worse, her brother and his wife died in a tragic car accident. Now, suddenly, Elena is tasked with being the legal guardian of her late brother's six-year-old son, and also set to inherit his business until her nephew is old enough to take over the billion-dollar enterprise. A year and a half later, rich and successful, when Elena returns to New York, her ex-husband can't stop begging her to take him back. And that's not all. The mysterious and domineering president of McDowell Industries, and the uncle of her scumbag Ex, wants to pursue her too. Strange, isn't it? But with a heart scarred by love's betrayal, will she risk it all for a man from the same family that shattered her world? Or will she fully embrace her boss lady status at Matthews Empire and shut love out for good? And what about those secrets she's been keeping—the ones that could blow everything up? And let's not forget about the revenge she's itching to dish out. Will she manage to have it all without getting burned? Or is this whole thing going to crash and burn before anything good even gets a chance to start? ——-S N I P P E T ——- “I tried to warn you, princess, but you always seemed to have your head in the clouds. But it's not too late, is it? Be my woman, and I promise to make you my queen," he whispered. To which Elena replied. "I have learned my lesson, Mister. Such lies can't move me anymore."

She was born a warrior, yet destiny forced a crown upon her head. Aria buried her dreams beneath duty children, responsibility, and a marriage that slowly unraveled after she was betrothed at a young age to Kael, the pack’s heir and future Alpha. But nothing could have prepared her for the night she caught her mate kissing her maid. Aria may be an Omega, but she carries secrets far darker than anyone could ever imagine.

Beverly Sinclair and Evan Gray have loved each other for ten years, and they've been married for six. To everyone else, Evan seems madly in love with Beverly. He's devoted, gentle, and basically the perfect husband. But it's only when his mistress shows up at her door that Beverly realizes it was all a cruel joke. He's been cheating for five years, and he even has an illegitimate child. He keeps the other woman right under Beverly's nose, all while wearing the mask of a loving husband. He says he loves her—even more than life itself. But how is this love? Evan hides behind layers of fake affection, dragging everyone around him into the charade, all so he can build the illusion of a perfect marriage. Even Beverly's son has been lying to her. It's a double betrayal from father and son, especially when they act like the mistress is the one who completes the family. Utterly devastated, Beverly decides she's done with this. She returns to her classified team and leaves behind the absurd, hollow life that never truly belonged to her. When the one-month notice period ends, she disappears completely, vanishing from the world without a trace. From that moment on, Evan never sees Beverly again. ... Evan loves Beverly to his core. He was just too afraid to lose her, yet that fear turned their marriage into a tragedy. He thought he hid it well. He thought their marriage was still blissful and that the woman he loved so deeply would never discover the truth. But it's only after Beverly vanishes from his world that he realizes just how wrong he was. Evan breaks down, losing his sanity. He gives up everything. He jumps through hoops and kneels before every god he can find, begging for just one more glance from her. With red eyes and shaking hands, he pleads, "Can you please... love me once more?" However, the truth is that a late apology is worth less than nothing. Beverly already has someone new in her life. There's no place left for Evan or their son.

Hurting deep down, a lot of us mask our real feelings. Most people think that by hiding the hurt would fade but it never really goes away. It's hard to confront the fact that you have been hurting. This could make you unnecessarily lash out at people, isolate yourself and even experience bouts of depression. No one can end your hurt for you, it's an endless cycle of pain and anger that only stops when you choose. Healing is a journey and you can start on it right now. It's not even as difficult as you thought it would be.