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I spent three days and three nights decorating the altar for my mating ceremony. My mate, Alpha Alec, used it to pledge himself to another woman. His dead brother’s mate. I rushed to confront him, but before I could speak, Serena clutched her chest and collapsed. Furious, Alec threw me in the silver room, leaving me to suffer as the silver burned through my veins. "My brother died before he could claim her! I was giving Serena the ceremony she deserved. Why did you have to ruin it?" "Serena's wolf is weak because of you. You'll stay here until she wakes up. Think about what you've done." Three years later, the Lycan King, Damien, returned to the North with his mate. He was hosting a summit for the Alliance at a top-tier lakeside resort. Alec arrived with Serena, who was dripping in luxury. He was there to beg Damien for control over the Alliance's new project on the Genetic Decay. He saw me being blocked by the guards and glanced at the file in my hands. "I heard you bonded with some rogue, a worthless wolf with a tainted bloodline, just to spite me. Regretting it now?" "If you beg me, I might consider getting you in." I didn't even bother to look at him. Damien had left a critical report at home. I had to get it to him before the summit meeting.

• Intrigue principale : Lean est une princesse, médecin et chanteuse, qui fût battu par son père en plein concert. Elle a quitté le pays mais doit revenir pour remettre le pays sur les rails avant que l'état déclare faillite. Lean devra faire face à ses peurs mais aussi, à sa famille et celui qu'elle aime depuis l'université. • Enjeux romanesques ; Lean et Jaden devront travailler ensemble et faire renaître leur amours. Jaden découvre que Lean ne savait pas que c’est lui qui était choisi pour devenir son mari et désire faire de leur mariage un vrai mariage. Intrigue(s) secondaire(s) ; Lean devra, se réconcilier avec sa famille et sauvé l’état de la faillite. • Résolution de l’intrigue : Lean et Jaden se retrouverons et se marieront et sauveront l’état de la faillite, ce qui emènera le roi à abdiquer et que Lean prend la tête du pays.

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la médaille du service distingué de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon venaient de terminer la fête de remise du diplôme qu'ils avaient organisée pour ma sœur. Pendant que ma sœur Élise publiait une photo de famille chaleureuse sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre sous-sol, appuyant sur mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler à l'aide. La seule personne qui a répondu était mon compagnon, Richard. Tout ce qu'il a dit, c'était : « Sophie, arrête de faire des histoires. La fête de remise du diplôme d'Élise est importante. Assez de crises de colère ! » C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils faisaient cela. Je gisais dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons immobiles. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste une scène, que je me cachais quelque part, que s'ils me donnaient une leçon, je reviendrais en rampant. Mais ils ne savaient pas, j'étais à la maison tout ce temps. J'étais déjà morte.

Elle ne l’a jamais choisi. C’est sa famille qui a décidé pour elle. Un mariage imposé, une vie qu’elle n’a jamais voulue. Mais elle a essayé… elle a vraiment essayé. Elle a aimé, elle a espéré, elle a pardonné trop de choses. Jusqu’au jour où elle découvre deux trahisons d’un seul coup : celle de son mari, et celle de sa meilleure amie. Son cœur se brise entièrement ce jour-là. Mais quelque chose renaît en elle aussi. Elle va apprendre à se relever. À devenir une femme qui dit non. Une femme qui marche seule. Une femme qui ne revient plus en arrière. Et quand un autre homme entre dans sa vie, simple, doux, patient… elle découvre que l’amour vrai existe. Un amour qui ne fait pas mal. Son mari, lui, comprendra trop tard. Parce qu’elle ne reviendra pas. Cette fois, c’est fini. Cette fois, c’est trop tard pour l’aimer.

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.

After my younger sister went abroad, I married the mafia Don in her place. Five years after we married, we became each other’s greatest enemies. He hated me for driving my sister away and scheming my way into becoming his wife. I hated him for always treating me as a stand-in, never once acknowledging me in front of the world. My lack of status brought humiliation to my vain parents, and from that moment on, their love for me turned into hatred. In the end, he and my parents left me behind on a snowy mountain while celebrating Christmas with my sister. In the bitter cold, I died together with the child I never got to meet. Meanwhile, my sister basked in everyone’s love and had the happiest Christmas of her life. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my sister returned from abroad. This time, I would not beg Gideon or my parents to love me ever again.

Inside the mediation room at the police station, my passenger looked disheveled with messy hair and rumpled clothes. She cried as she complained to the police officer, “Sir, it’s him! The Grab driver had bad intentions! He even tried to harass me! “People like him should be put in jail! And I want compensation for the emotional distress he caused me!” Right after she finished speaking, she slumped down on the floor and threw a tantrum. I could not believe someone could be this shameless. All I did was tell her not to smoke in the car, and she falsely accused me of harassing her. On top of it, I was a woman too! It was just that I usually dressed less femininely. How could I possibly have harassed her?

Je suis morte le jour où j'ai remporté le Prix international du doctorat en médecine. Mes parents, mon frère et mon fiancé venaient de célébrer les seize ans de ma petite sœur. Ils ne sont rentrés à la maison que trois heures après ma mort. Sur les réseaux sociaux, les photos de famille rayonnaient de bonheur, tandis que moi, je gisais dans le sous-sol étouffant, baignant dans mon sang. Avant de mourir, j'avais lutté pour faire glisser ma langue sur l'écran de mon téléphone, tentant désespérément d'appeler à l'aide. Mes parents et mon frère avaient bloqué mon numéro. Seul mon fiancé avait répondu. À l'instant où sa voix s'est fait entendre, il a lâché sèchement : « Winona, l'anniversaire de Winnie est important. Arrête d'essayer de détourner l'attention avec tes excuses pitoyables. Assez de cinéma. » Cela a achevé la dernière étincelle qui me restait pour survivre. Dans ce râle électronique, mon cœur s'est arrêté. La centième fois qu'ils la choisissaient, elle. La centième fois qu'ils m'abandonnaient pour elle. Mais c'était aussi la dernière. Ils pensaient que je m'étais encore enfuie pour attirer leur attention, et que s'ils me donnaient une bonne leçon, je finirais par revenir en rampant, pathétique. Mais pas cette fois. Parce que je n'avais pas quitté la maison. J'étais allongée dans le sous-sol de chez moi.

Kaelan noticed I hadn't filed a single medical or living expense request in the pack’s resource channel for a week. He must have thought I’d finally kicked my greedy human habits. At dinner, he tossed a black card at me. It cut a cold arc through the air, landing beside my plate. “Your father’s treatment for next month. The wolf gene serum, the lab fees—it’s all approved.” His voice was pure Alpha command. An order, not a suggestion. “Bringing you and your father here was a risk. I fought the Elders for you. You are my mate. Stop begging for pack funds like a common stray. It’s a bad look.” He didn’t know my fingers were ice-cold when I picked up the card. The papers to sever our mate bond were already signed. So was my will. The hoodie I wore when I left was a faded thing he’d tossed at me three years ago. No one would believe it. The fated mate of an Alpha who ran a corporate empire… had to send a photo of a $10 painkiller receipt to a Beta assistant for approval. All because he thought a fragile human like me was a leech who couldn’t be trusted with cash. But a week ago, when my father’s lupus caused his organs to fail, I needed $50,000. He needed a dose of pure gene repair serum, synthesized in the pack’s high-tech med-bay. I begged him on my knees. His childhood friend, Seraphina, just laughed. She froze my request, saying she was helping me break my bad habit of “cashing in on my mate status.” Kaelan never knew I endured that humiliation just so my father could stay alive in his top-tier medical lab. Now, my father was dead. The medicine was cut off, and his ashes were already in the ground. I didn’t need to be his obedient little pet anymore.

An ordinary girl who can be defined by one word; adventurous...and well, maybe a little bit of rebellious. It's one thing that can set her soul free from everything. A boy who is known for three words; the sheriff's son. In other words—well-behaved. What happens when these two people collide? Have you ever painted a graffiti on a wall? Ever destroyed a Lamborghini? Or even try to outrun drug dealers? Well, he's about to experience that with her as The Three A.M Getaway begins.