I Was Reincarnated

"I should've ended you years ago, the moment you soaked me in the garden," my alpha mate said through gritting teeth with anger. There were little times spent without threats and exhaustion. Working as the pack alpha’s maid was better than living with less protection on the streets. But as I yearned for freedom from this nightmarish pack, I suddenly got sent to the past! As my Alpha bully too! That’s not it all, my mate now lives inside my body! Now, what do I do? Should I teach him a lesson? Can I survive living as an alpha of the pack?

Ashley thought living a life of misery had ended when she got marked by the Alpha prince on the night of the moon festival. However, her happiness didn't last too long. She was betrayed by her best friend on her wedding day. Her best friend framed her for killing her father- in- law. “I, Alexander Grey, sentence you to death for murder and deceit, today you’ll go back to your ancestors and remain in punishment! I hereby reject you, Ashley Wells, I regret marking you as my true mate…!” She died, it looked like that was the end for her, but the moon goddess has plans for her. She reincarnated into the body of Luna! Now, will she be able to cope in her new body and in a new pack? Will she decide to go after her ex-mate and her bestie for a reckoning? What would be her fate as Roan James, the Luna of Silver Haven Pack

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ It may contain mature themes and some scenes that may trigger or not be suitable for young aged readers. Read at your own risk. Dying in the hands of the one she trusted and believed to protect her the most. Alison Carter, Omega and Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, was killed by her Alpha David Austin. She swears to take revenge on David and her Beta best friend Mandy Walker, who have a secret affair and colluded with David to kill Allison. However, she woke up in her parent's house which takes her back five years before she mated David and became the Luna. Throughout her planning, something unexpected happens. Alison met Liam Kingdred, Alpha of the Sapphire Dune pack from the Southern territory. They instantly knew that they are true mates connected by a deep bond that only destiny picks. Will Alison be able to exact her revenge or forgive and forget to finally become happy in the arms of her soulmate?

I returned home after studying abroad for three years, only to find that my brother’s girlfriend had brought her entire family to live in my mansion. The moment they saw me, they pinned me against the floor. "How dare you! Call him your sweetheart, spend his money, and now you're here to take my mansion? " When I saw the girlfriend’s crazed antics, I was shocked. “Who did you say owns the mansion?” “It’s my boyfriend’s, but it’ll be mine sooner or later. It has nothing to do with you.” With her parents, she yanked off the ancient pendant on my neck and crushed my heirloom bracelet. They even tied up my limbs, put me on the table, and positioned me in a humiliating pose to post online. Her brother pinned my legs down and reached under my shirt…

Phuture Diaz is a Divine Goddess, but she is transmigrated into a slave during a separate timeline! In a nation known as Union Greenland, her soul is now in another powerful woman named Celie Ward's vessel. Both women are strong spiritual beings, but Phuture is weakened after transmigration with little memory of her past life! She is a prodigy in the world of spirituality and elemental techniques and mastering any technique she can think of in seconds. Follow her journey to finding answers on how to return home, she will be challenged by multiple supernatural fantasy demons, vampires, ghost, and more!

On the day of my wedding gown fitting, a stranger burst into the VIP suite and stabbed me with a knife. “You think you deserve a dress this expensive after stealing someone else’s man?” She tore at the delicate fabric of my skirt. Then, with a twisted smile, she hurled a bottle of acid at me. The blade was buried in my lower abdomen. The pain drove me to my knees. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. “Gerald’s my husband! What are you? You’re nothing but a mistress who can’t even be seen with him in public!” Blood dripped down my fingers. That was when it finally sank in. The man I had been with for seven years had been keeping another woman by his side. “What’re you staring at? Even if I kill you, with my husband’s influence, no one will dare touch me!” Staring at her smug face, I pulled out my phone with hands slicked in blood and called my brother. “Matt…” My voice was unnervingly calm. “Come pick me up at the bridal shop. And please inform the Hoover family that the engagement is off.”

I'd been "married" to Zachary for two years—until I tried applying for a loan and the bank's system flagged someone else as his legal wife. Our wedding? Just a private show. The real marriage license had his name next to hers. So yeah. I wasn't the wife. I was the other woman. Crushed, I went home—only to hear Zachary talking to his friend, Ethan, by the door. "Man, watching you stress is exhausting," Ethan said. "You clearly love Sierra. So why marry Cathryn?" Zachary looked torn. "At first, she was just a stand-in. But when she left, I couldn't stop thinking about her. So I brought her back—as my assistant." He paused, then muttered, "I can't live without Sierra. But I can't let go of Cathryn either. So I gave Sierra my love in public and kept Cathryn hidden with the title. That's fair, right?" I stood frozen, heart splitting open. He loved us both. Me—his childhood sweetheart. Her—the hidden wife. I thought I was the one. Turns out, I was just the game. He didn't break my heart. He shattered my whole world. But I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I walked away. And started planning two things.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

Sebastian Duncan, Alpha of the blue stone pack, have a long hatred to humankind because those weak imbeciles have a hand in his painful past and lead to the kill of his beloved Luna. Amelia Jones, a bartender in Alaska trying to live a simple and normal life, finds her life taking a new turn when she starts experiencing weird dreams of her running in the woods with a mysterious man and then the next day this man saved her in real life. What happens when Sebastian swore never to have anything to do with his second mate but isn't letting her go either? And what happens when Amelia is exposed to a new world of supernatural creatures and at the same time being hated by her supposed mate? Moreover, what will happen when Sebastian finds out Amelia's true identity after he already hurt her that much?

On our wedding night, my wife led my younger brother onto our marital bed. He was wearing nothing but his underwear. She expected him to consummate our marriage in my place. "Sweetheart, I feel awful about your legs and what the doctors said about your infertility," she said softly. "Elliot will just have to help us for one night." My face hardened as I stepped forward. I was ready to throw Elliot Charlton out of the bedroom. However, my parents immediately sided against me. "You're the one who can't fulfill your role as a husband," they said sharply. "Elliot is willing to sacrifice himself so that you can have a child. What's wrong with that?" Even my brother laughed at me. He said I was not a real man and told me to accept things while I still could. According to him, I should be thankful to gain a son without doing anything. They even suggested that I stay and watch, claiming it would prove the two were only trying to conceive a child and nothing else. I clenched my teeth until my jaw ached, then turned and called my wife's greatest rival. "You win," I said quietly. "The Wallace family's investment will be transferred to your account tomorrow." After ending the call, I raised my eyes and looked at Janet Wallace. "You share his bed tonight," I said. "Tomorrow, we get divorced."