Female Pov

Franchetti Xerene Covry - maangas, palaban, astig, at walang inuurungan. She's careless and reckless, lahat na ata ng kalokohan ay alam na niya. Aakalain mong tomboy ito dahil sa paraan ng kaniyang pananamit. But don't underestimate this small thing because she's insanely strong and terrible. Dress her up and she's actually a bad-ass chic. She may live in an apartment but trust me, she can afford to buy islands, perhaps, an entire country. SHE'S THAT WEALTHY. But it was not hers, she said. All those wealth and everything, it was not hers. It was for DEATH.

Vida Sharsmith is the well-known heiress of Alpha Dexter, the Black Frozen Pack's Alpha King. She possessed a natural goddess beauty that made every man in their pack be amazed at her. Despite being the next Alpha Queen, she decided to run away from her obligations and withdraw her upcoming mating ceremony with the ruthless stranger Alpha, just to marry Alpha Terrence, who saved her when she was attacked by a group of rogues and hid her identity as the upcoming Alpha Queen. She became the Omega, who had been chosen by Alpha Terrence to be his substitute Luna while his mate wasn't found. She thought that she would finally have a vivacious life, but everything changed when she found out that Alpha Terrence impregnated the love of his life. She forced herself on Alpha Terrence with the hope he had a little love for her, but she was wrong, because what was important to him was Greta, the woman who had his child. Betrayed by anyone, Vida did everything to escape from Alpha Terrence's pack, yet she failed, which led her to be crippled for several months and die after Alpha Terrence's pack faced war. Seeing how her husband gave importance to another woman, she wished for the moon goddess to give her another chance, to correct her mistake in marrying him, to have her vengeance, and to slap them with the truth that she was higher than them. Surprisingly, the moon goddess heard her pleas and gave her the chance to do the right thing, but... it seemed the moon goddess wanted to play cupid when she met her ex-fiance Alpha Jaxon and wanted her to be his contracted Luna.

What would you do if the man you gave your heart,tossed you aside like yesterday's trash? I gave everything to Alpha Drake — my loyalty,my love even my future. But when I needed him most,he banished me. If only I know that loving him was a loosing game ,I would have kept to myself. Scarred and wolfless, and cast out of Silver Crescent Pack,alone and pregnant. I stumbled into Shadowsville Pack where I met him — Antoine Del Morino,the elusive 'Southern Lykan King' who hides behind a mask ,he saved me and gave me a reason to live again. But now ,years later I have become one of the strongest and richest Luna then Alpha Drake comes begging ,but my heart had already been bought by the 'Southern Lykan King' Antoine Del Morino. Should I give him a dose of his own medicine or should I stay buried in the love Antoine Del Morino had offered me ?. Find Out In THE ALPHA'S REGRET: THE LUNA WHO DEFIED REJECTION

🌕 Series Synopsis Racheal Black, a rare female beta born into the powerful Moonwatcher Pack, has spent her life protecting others. Bound to duty. Trained for obedience. Respected but never truly free. Everything changes the night she turns twenty-three and meets Alpha Kade Thorn, a cold but noble leader from the Shadow Fang Pack. The Moon Goddess marks them as mates—an unbreakable bond that promises peace between packs and a future as Luna. But destiny doesn’t care for peace. During a border dispute, Racheal crosses paths with Alpha Jaxon Vale, a rogue-blood outlaw exiled for rejecting the mate bond system. He shouldn't be able to feel the pull—yet he does. So does she. A second bond. Impossible. Unheard of. Dangerous. Now, Racheal is torn between two alphas: Kade, the one chosen by fate, who offers her power and security. Jaxon, the one her soul craves, who offers her chaos and freedom. But the packs are watching. Enemies are rising. And if Racheal doesn't choose soon, the bond may destroy them all—starting with herself. In a world where being mated twice is considered a curse, love is not just a choice… it's a weapon.

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."

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?"

My boyfriend has depression. To help cure him, I pass on the opportunity for a recital abroad. Instead, I accept commercial gigs so I can rake in the cash. After one performance, I see my boyfriend holding hands with a woman who looks like me in a private room. He wears a sharp suit and smiles so brightly that he doesn't even look ill. The people around him cheer and tease him. "You really are different with your true love back in the country. When are you two going to make things official?" "I heard you'd been dating another woman for seven years, though. Do you love her?" Charles Foster smiles indifferently. "I was just having some fun with her. Only an idiot like her would take me seriously." I sob with devastation while hiding behind a door. Suddenly, I feel like a fool for spending seven years with him. I call my mentor, who suggested that I take part in the international piano competition. "I will take part in the competition."

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.

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.]

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.