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"I will not allow this weakling , bring shame to our pack."He voiced out , holding onto his shirt in an alw . Amelia watched in horror as the king and his son faced off, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. And then, to her shock, the king spoke. "Very well," he said, his voice resigned. "If my son does not want this new member in our pack, then she shall be rejected."He stated , Obligated to his son. Amelia's heart shattered as the king's words sank in. She had been so close to achieving her dream, and now it was all slipping.She had face her first Rejection immediately she enter it the wavoon packs Who could have thought that a single wolf would survive in the midst of Lycans , especially after facing Rejection at first sight. After being Rejected and Neglected by her pack as a rejected and a forbidden wolf breed . Amelia set on a journey to join a different pack in the woods ,she came in contact with the pack of only Lycans where she happened to be the mate of The Lycan prince. Will she be accepted by the wave pack of only Lycans or will she be rejected and set out as an intruder of the pack

Freya Walker is a woman who just wants to disappear from the world. Her mother died during childbirth, leaving her at the mercy of her treacherous, gambler and alcoholic father who loves to abuse her. Her fellow students in high school despise her for no reason and she is often harassed at her work. She would rather end her life than spend another miserable day on this planet. The only thing holding her back is her little brother. But her life is about to change completely as Cameron MacGyver, the schools most popular bad boy and the future Alpha imprints on her. Suddenly, Freya is sucked into the world of the supernatural where she finds a sense of belonging for the first time in her life. But Freya’s trust has been broken several times and she fears to trust again, let alone love. How can she accept the fact that the boy who had tormented her all through high school was suddenly obsessed with her? Will she give love a chance or will she end up just like her mother, broken and destroyed and six feet under.

Running away is easy. For Dyanne Collins, it's by far the easiest thing to do—perhaps even instinctive, but running from her problems can only get her so far. After her father passed away, she left everything behind, and now, ten years later, she is back where it all began Working directly for Alexander Morgan, the man she had been in love with before she abruptly ended things and moved away. Dyanne's plan: 1) Work in Morgan's company for two more years, 2) Pay off her debt and run away again, 3) and for no reason, fall for her ex-lover, Alexander Morgan. If she could do it back then, she could again. How long, though, can she run? How long until she faces all that has been holding her back? How long can she keep the secrets and questions of her past from coming back to haunt her? “It's going to be nothing serious, I can do it,”, but sometimes serious can sneak up on you in ways you never expected.

On the day of my ninth wedding attempt, my fiancé, Lucas Yearwood, leaves me jilted again. This time, I follow him. I see him holding his adoptive sister's hand as they walk into the obstetrics department. "Lucas, I dreamed that we're having a boy—he's definitely going to be as handsome as you." Watching the two of them laugh and chat like that, I feel my blood freeze. After I chased Lucas for seven years, I got a chance to use a debt of gratitude to force a marriage contract out of him. I backed him into a corner to make him marry me. Everyone thinks I can't survive without him. But this time, I hand the marriage contract back and leave him without looking back. On my wedding day, he calls me. "Viv! Where are you right now?" I'm in the shower. My new husband picks up the call for me. "Do you have business with my wife?" Later, I hear Lucas turned all of Riverville upside down, digging through every trash can to find our marriage contract.

Eight years after I broke up with Greyson Tromp, we met in the hospital. He brought his wife for a prenatal checkup and happened to have their consultation with me. I wore a mask and carefully examined the condition of her baby. The intern beside us asked how they ended up together. Elise Jacob said smugly, "You have to fight for a handsome guy. To get the best, you have to fight for it! He used to like someone else. To win his heart, I stirred up trouble between them, causing them to misunderstand each other and gradually drift apart. "Later, they had a really bad argument, and I hid the apology letter he asked me to pass on to that woman. I still keep it as our token of love. That woman was pregnant at the time, and I used every means to get rid of her baby!" After they left, I removed my mask. My hands instinctively rested on my stomach. There was an ugly scar beneath my clothes. It was from when Greyson forced me to abort our baby. A few days later, Greyson came kneeling before me, holding that apology letter and a divorce agreement.

My Alpha, Damon, and I grew up together. Our fated mate bond ignited the second we stepped onto the grounds of the Wolf Elite Academy. He looked at me, his eyes soft, and told me he had a surprise for me at the Academy’s New Moon Festival. He said I had to come on stage. My heart raced as I walked toward him. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me tight. He told me to close my eyes and wait. The next second, the lights flared to life. I saw another Alpha’s daughter standing before me, a pair of silver scissors in her hand. Snip. My long hair had always been my pride. Now, it lay in ruined clumps on the ground. The hall erupted in the excited howls of the pack. His laugh was the loudest. The most cutting. The next day, he found out I was dropping out of the Academy. A wave of his uncontrolled Alpha power slammed into me. "You're leaving? Over a game?" I turned away calmly. "Yes."

My secretary replaced me on my wedding day, walking down the aisle in a white wedding gown. The man I had loved for ten years threw the bridesmaid dress in my face and ordered me to wear it instead. "She is the bride now. You'll be next," he said coldly. My grandmother was so furious that she fell ill on the spot. Meanwhile, he and the secretary smiled brightly as they completed the wedding ceremony. After the grand wedding, the secretary posted photos of herself in her wedding gown on social media. The comments were overwhelmingly congratulatory. [Today is such a beautiful day, I finally got what I wanted. I hope those who try to ruin someone else's relationship will wake up soon.] She wrote. Chester Morrison replied to her post: [It is a great day. Don't ruin your good mood by some trash.] When I returned home, holding my grandmother's photo, who had passed away, I found them tangled together on the bedspread my grandmother had lovingly sewn for me, the one with a pair of Swan that symbolizes eternal love.

My wife, Valerie Larson, had a congenital heart condition. Despite that, she still wanted to have a child with her first love, Eugene Dyer. I refused without a second thought. Ten months later, Eugene's mother, Susan Turner, passed away. Her eyes were still wide open as if refusing to accept death without ever holding her grandchild. Overcome with guilt for failing his mother, Eugene took his own life in his small, rundown apartment. Valerie, consumed by grief and anger, took us on a road trip, only to crash the car head-on into a truck without hesitation. She shouted, "It's your fault Eugene died! If you had let me give him a child, he never would have ended up like that! His whole family is gone, so yours doesn't deserve to live either!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Valerie first asked to have Eugene's child. This time, I forced a small smile and said, "Darling, go ahead. Our whole family will support you."

"This is wrong, Rosie. I'm engaged to your mother." Henry murmured, touching my cheeks softly. "It's wrong that I want you this way." "Then let it be wrong," I whispered, pressing my body against his. "Because I don't know how else to make it right with you. And I'm tired of having you in my thoughts and dreams alone." ****** Rosie has a secret, a forbidden one. And obsession to the one man she could never have. Her professor. Gareth Henry, disciplined and respectable. Henry was nothing more than Rosie's fantasy, until fate pulled them together. Not as her professor… But as her mother's fiancèe. Forced to live under the same roof, Rosie is trapped between what she wants and what she should never desire, every glance, every accidental touch and every quiet moment between them becomes a crack in their restraint. Because Henry remembers her. And the tension between them is no luck them one-sided. But lines exist for a reason. And crossing them could destroy everything, her family, her future and the fragile control they're both desperately holding onto.

The design competition is approaching, yet my fiancee swaps my application with an assembly line worker registration form just to help her first love. I have become the laughingstock of Kingsborough. "Maybe the shoes I wear in the future will be made by Mr. Dalton himself." "I heard Willa already called off the engagement. Makes sense. How could he ever measure up?" Willa Quinn stands there holding Aaron Yule, looking at me with open disdain. "You'll only lose your shot at the design competition. Aaron is the one losing his love. "You can't even compare to a fraction of Aaron, and you still think you can fight him for first place?" My chest tightens as if caught in a giant fist. After a long moment, she lifts her chin like a benevolent queen granting mercy and says, "When Aaron wins the competition, you can come back. I'll marry you then." I shake my head. "No. That won't be necessary." "I'll let the two of you have what you want."