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I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

She gave away everything for love. Now she’s coming to take it all back. Three years ago, Mica Silvers made the ultimate sacrifice for love—she willingly handed over her Alpha powers to her mate, believing they would rule together. Instead, she watched in horror as he murdered her father and destroyed everything she held dear. Left for dead by the man she trusted with her heart and her pack, Mica was found barely alive with no memory of who she was, forced to survive as nothing more than a broken slave named Sasha. But some things can’t stay buried forever. When the dangerously powerful Alpha Damon Blackwood buys her freedom, Mica’s forgotten past comes flooding back with devastating clarity. The naive girl who gave away her birthright is gone—in her place stands a woman forged by betrayal and hungry for revenge. Now, with the most feared Alpha in North America at her side and an invitation to her former pack’s banquet in hand, Mica has one chance to reclaim everything that was stolen from her. But confronting the man who destroyed her life means risking not just her heart, but the new love she’s found with Damon. Some betrayals can never be forgiven. Some wounds never heal. And some enemies should have made sure she stayed dead.

“…Poor you, you’ll never know what it feels like to litter. It's a pity that your womb is barren,” her co-mate said mockingly, cradling her own bump. “Do not challenge my stay here because I’m the reason why you’re still Luna, Ivory. I’m the source of Alpha’s happiness. You're just the ceremonial Luna!” Betrayed by her Alpha and falsely condemned by her own pack, Ivory’s life is tragically cut short. But her innocent spirit catches the moon goddess's attention. Granted a second chance, Ivory is reborn with a new identity, strength, captivating beauty, and fertility, ready to forge a new destiny. Scarred by her past, she swears off love, shielding her heart from deceitful men. But then she meets him — the formidable Alpha King, who loves her unconditionally. The king’s love challenges her resolve, and she's torn between vengeance and redemption. Will she move on with her newly found life, or will she go ahead and take revenge? How will she navigate her new peace and identity and fight the people who killed her with no mercy in her previous life? Updating schedule: daily update

Framed for infidelity on her wedding day, Leina Ashford is disowned by her parents and cast out of the family legacy. Unable to face the shame, and having nowhere else to go, Leina moves out of the country to Mexico. There she struggles to adapt to the new life. Until she meets Damien Moretti. He offers her marriage, and a new identity, in exchange for taking care of his daughter. This is a golden opportunity for Leina. Three years later, Leina is ready to return to New York. But this time she's not returning as the abandoned heiress. She's returning as the wife of the most influential man in the city. She's going to make all those who hurt her pay and pay hard.

Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life. Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever." I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together. Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia. In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad. I called him, desperate to make it happen. "Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?" His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting." I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart." That night, our daughter passed away. Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!] I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]

It was one night in Las Vegas that changed my life. When I found out I was pregnant three weeks after my trip I had no way of finding the father. Six years later as fate would have it I walked back into his life. Little did I know that things were about to get more crazy than my life already was.

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.

My sister-in-law, Cynthia Ziegler, has my name written on her cancer diagnosis report. As such, the entire Ziegler family assumes that I'm the one with cancer. Overnight, my husband, Leonard Ziegler, sends a text message to his mistress, Irene Ludlow. "Our time will soon come! That old bat is about to die at last, so I'll finally be able to marry you!" My grandmother, Amanda Powell, cries and clings onto my hand, begging me not to seek treatment. She is not only discussing with Leonard on how best to split my insurance money after my death but also employing various methods to hasten my death. However, they are all unaware that Cynthia used my medical insurance card when she went for her physical examination. I feign sadness and nod with tears in my eyes. "I won't seek treatment, Mom. Let's not seek treatment no matter who is diagnosed with cancer."

In the Valenti Family, you're born with a chip. It's fused into the bio-watch on your wrist, its digital face counting down every second you have left to live. Everyone could see the numbers ticking down on my twin sister's watch. And on mine. They all knew she would die on our 18th birthday. So Vivian became the untouchable princess of our brutal world. Every diamond-stitched gown was hers. The rarest jewels were hers. Even our father's last shred of humanity was hers. That single sliver of warmth he showed only after his gun was holstered. I used to pity her. Her time was running out. But God, I envied her. She had everything I never did: our parents' love. Then, the night of her 18th birthday party. My parents worried I'd make a scene. That I'd piss off the Don of an allied Family. So they locked me in the cellar. Damp. Cold. While a deadly fever burned through me. I pounded on the heavy oak door, my voice cracking. "Mamma, please! Let me out! I'm burning up. My head is splitting open…" Outside, my mother's voice was a steel trap. "Enough, Sienna! Today is your sister’s 18th birthday. Her last day alive! Stop the theatrics! Can't you suffer in silence for the Family's honor?" "But I'm really sick..." Her footsteps clicked away, fading into nothing. Then the darkness swallowed me whole. And on my wrist, the bio-watch was flashing a critical alert. CRITICAL ALERT: Vital signs mismatch. Paired chip data incompatible. Please verify user.

My name is Greyson Langley-just call me Lang. I'm a heavy-metal band player who just back from a concert tour. On my Clofus campus, I reunited with my friends and my beautiful four crushes. Later, I heard about the largest prostitution complex in South East Asia was threatened by being evicted by the government. There, I met a prostitute with a golden voice with a dark past. So, I promised to free her from that despicable valley. Later, I found myself torn between five different women in five irreconcilable lives. The deeper I became involved in their lives, I catapulted into the intrigues of a world that threatens my life and may shatter my heart. And even my nation's democracy. One day, I found a diary written by my grandfather, which made me enlightened also threatened. Stranded amid love, danger, passion, and violence, I should choose between myself, my lover, or my nation. What I begin in compulsion now becomes my urgent need. Come, read my story ... If you dare! WARNING: This story contains adult, explicit, disturbing, and sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.