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After claiming her stepsister instead of her, years later, her mate is on his knees… begging for the love he once threw away. ***** Clara Hale was never truly wanted. Not by her father, or by her pack. Even by the man fate chose for her that turned out to be Alpha Damien Grayson; the one man she had secretly loved for years. But when the bond connected them, he rejected her right away and chose her stepsister instead. Years later, after enduring several abuse and maltreatment, Clara is forced into an arranged marriage with an Alpha Prince of a rival pack. A man who had been in a coma for seven years. A vegetable. But days after she arrives at the new pack and tends to him, he wakes up, and he turns out to be her second chance mate. But just when she finally finds peace and love with her new mate, Damien comes back, stating he wants her again, that he'd made a mistake. But it's too late. Clara is not the same weak girl anymore. She is a Luna queen, strong and respected, and loved by her new mate who truly sees her worth.

After her husband found her in bed with his brother, Adrea’s world shattered in an instant. Rafael asked questions, yes — but he didn’t stay to listen. He opened their marriage and moved on, with another woman in his bed and no apologies. Left reeling, Adrea refused to beg for what should have been obvious. She had her pride. And when a charismatic old friend, Aris, stepped back into her life, offering comfort and something dangerously close to love, she complied with the terms her husband had set — and let herself be with him. But just as her heart began to settle, Rafael uncovered the truth: his brother had set them both up, and the wife he condemned was innocent all along. Now he wants her back. But after everything he’s done, does Adrea still have room in her heart for the man who walked away?

I come from an old-money family. My grandfather's will was ironclad: whoever gets an Ivy League acceptance letter unlocks 25% of a massive trust fund and a seat on the family board. Out of four siblings, I was the only one who stood a chance. Every night, my mother Victoria carefully made me a cup of "organic brain-boosting matcha." My twin sister Chloe and younger brother Mason never got that privilege. The night before the December SAT—the last chance for Regular Decision Ivy scores—Victoria handed me my green matcha as usual. The next day, my mind went completely blank during the test. I blacked out. I missed that application season. Meanwhile, Chloe—who spent her time at yacht parties and couldn't read an equation—miraculously got an offer from UPenn and sailed right onto the board. The second year, right before the test, my snobby cousin Brianna reached for my matcha. Victoria slapped her hand away and screamed: "Don't touch Ava's things!" That exam, I got severe stomach cramps and was rushed to the ER by ambulance. I had to drop out again. And Brianna—who only cared about designer bags—somehow got into Cornell and took her board seat. The whole family popped champagne in our Upper East Side penthouse. I became the laughingstock of Manhattan's elite, having missed two application seasons in a row. Why did my body crash like clockwork, right at the final, life-changing SAT? Prepping for the third time, I took no chances. For three days before the test, I ate only gluten-free detox meals controlled by a private nutritionist. But the night before the big test, Victoria smiled and brought me that familiar cup of green matcha.

My husband, Zachary Larson, and I are holding a welcome dinner for my sister, Julia Scott. When someone asks what Julia's greatest regret is, she raises her glass and looks at Zachary dreamily. "It's probably the time I wasn't brave enough to keep his child." Everyone starts to whisper amongst themselves. I tighten my grip on the pregnancy check-up report I'm about to reveal to them. My stomach twists with the emotions swirling in my head. Julia suddenly returns to her senses and chuckles. "I was just kidding. We were only friends with benefits, so don't take it to heart, Queenie. He married you, so you're the one he loves."

After nine years of loving Brandon Clawhill, the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, we're finally about to hold our marking ritual. That's when I discover he's been cheating on me with his adopted younger sister, Gwyneth Howler, for the entire nine years we've been together. Through tears, I demand to know why. Brandon simply smiles and gently wipes away my tears. He says in a soft voice, "Adlina, I can't help it. Gwyneth's breasts are much bigger than yours. She's curvier and sexier too. You know I've always had a weakness for women with E-cup figures. I just can't resist a woman like her." His words cut into my heart like a knife. I tremble with pain as tears stream uncontrollably down my face. The next day, I pick up my phone and call the Alpha of the Blackstone pack. "Hendrick Grayson, I'm willing to become your Luna."

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?

I'm dying, and so is Sean Quinton. He still has hope, though. I don't. Why? Because once I die, my body will become the first to have passed due to a special infection. It'll be dissected and researched to help cure Sean. So, his daily task becomes urging me to die. Unfortunately for him, I'm unwilling to save him another time, so I die not because of the infection but because of carbon monoxide poisoning. It's enough to destroy the symptoms my body shows and ruin their plans to research my corpse.

Bella Murphy always thought her ex-boyfriend was a sweet, innocent boy who couldn't even hurt a fly. But imagine, Bella's surprise when she bumped into her ex-boyfriend after seven long years to find the sweet, innocent and submissive boy changing into a dark, dangerous and dominant Mafia Leader. Silas Kingsley, a man who shoots a person before thinking was not always a dangerous man. But now he is anything but innocent and weak. And now he is not ready to go to his ex-girlfriend, who is engaged to another person? How will Bella deal with this new possessive side of hex ex-boyfriend, Silas Kingsley, the Mafia Don. ... "Next time I find that so-called fiance of yours anywhere near you, Bella, that will be his last day on earth." Silas said, his fingers holding me from my neck, and my breath hitched at his words. "You.... you won't do it, Silas!" I cried out in panic, but he only smiled at me. "I am no longer the sweet, innocent boy you left seven years ago, Bella. This Silas Kingsley will burn every single man who even dares to look at what's mine." He said, kissing my neck, and my eyes clenched shut at the warmth pooling my stomach. "He is my fiance, Silas." "And you're mine!" He said possessively, and I could only wonder one thing. How the hell did my sweet, innocent and submissive ex-boyfriend changed into a strong, dangerous and dominating mafia boss? And now he is obsessed with me.

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

My husband Bill and his beautiful assistant Doris are laughing and eating like they're on a first date. But the joke is on me... I'm here, Bill's wife, watching them from across the room, tending to my flat belly where a little life is now living. Of course, Bill doesn’t know about the baby yet. The news is still fresh in my mind, barely a few hours old. It is supposed to be a family dinner gathering, but I'm never the welcome one but an outsider. Watching Bill take the steak cut and handed over by Doris, his young age best friend who knows him the best, I guess I'm spoiling their fun by telling them now that I'm having a baby. Three years of marriage, and his frequent absences from the family left me feeling overwhelmed and alone. I've even forgotten the reason we got married. Maybe it was a mistake to begin with. Finally, I made a decision. Divorce. But a man came along and shifted things dramatically. And it didn't occur to me that this man was still deeply connected to bill's family. He was Bill's uncle.