Mochi Mochi No Mi

Me besó sin aliento, sin sentido; me tenía deseando, jadeando descaradamente contra el frío cristal del patio, abierto para cualquiera.—¡No podemos! Alguien podría ver...—Déjalos —ronroneó contra mi cuello—. Quiero que vean.Mi nombre es Ayda Sabine, una vez princesa de la ilustre manada del Lago Esmeralda, ahora una madre soltera viviendo una vida de indigencia en Eventide City. Mi estatus me ha sido arrebatado, desterrada por mis padres por mi digresión de salirme de mi acuerdo de esponsales.Para empeorar las cosas, no recuerdo quién es el padre de mi hijo. Lo único que recuerdo son sus ojos dorados. Sin embargo, cuando surge la oportunidad de que mi hijo y yo ascendamos en la escala social como estilista personal de Narcissa Onasis, del clan Primavera de Diamante, por fin tengo la oportunidad de encontrar al hombre que podría ser mi verdadera pareja."La pareja secreta del alfa" es una creación de Claire Wilkins, autora de eGlobal Creative.

Mi hermana gemela, Elena, y yo fuimos emparejadas con los gemelos Alfa. Solo el primer cachorro que naciera entre nosotras sería el heredero Alfa de la manada. Mi hermana quedó embarazada un mes antes que yo, y se suponía que ella daría a luz al heredero primero. Pero yo entré en labor de parto un mes antes, de forma prematura. Pero cuando estaba a punto de dar a luz, decidí quedarme en una habitación llena de pociones especiales que suprimían las contracciones. Porque, en mi vida anterior, mi pareja Alfa, Marcos, me había sumergido en agua mezclada con acónito para retrasar el parto. Al final, mi cachorro y yo morimos allí. La agonía fue insoportable. Sollozaba y suplicaba, rogándole que me explicara por qué me hacía eso. Pero él ignoró mis gritos por completo. Lo único que le importaba era apresurar a Elena hasta la guarida de partos de la manada. —Mi hermano Gabriel murió salvando mi vida —me gruñó—. La única forma de honrar esa deuda de sangre es asegurarnos de que su hijo sea el heredero de la manada. Puedes resentir a Elena todo lo que quieras cualquier otro día, pero hoy no. Solo aguanta un poco más. —Es una poción especial. Vas a estar sana y salva. ¡Confía en mí! ¿Sana y salva? Pasé un día y una noche enteros sufriendo en aquel sótano. Mi hijo se asfixiaba en mi vientre mientras el veneno de acónito me consumía lentamente. Cuando abrí los ojos de nuevo, había regresado al día de mi parto. Esta vez, tengo que salvarme a mí misma.

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"

He is the unchallenged Alpha of the Shadow pack. He crushes my hand, lets his true love drive me to the brink, and forces me to lick wolfsbane from my wounds in the punishment chamber, turning me into the pack's laughingstock. I am the Lunar pack's pawn in a political bonding. After enduring three years of humiliation and clutching enemy intelligence, I overturn his throne during the Moon Ceremony, making him watch helplessly as his beloved betrays him and his pack descends into chaos. Later, he backs down. He abdicates as Alpha and gets down on his knees at the pack's border every day, his voice hoarse from shouting, "I was wrong." I hold a blood-stained dagger, my gaze icy as I say, "Your regret is deadlier than wolfsbane and worth even less than my life." Our bonding is a calculated trap, and revenge is the move I am determined to play. Winning him back no longer matters. This time, I am not turning back. I want nothing but his endless remorse and the chance to break my chains and begin a new life.

La nonagésima novena vez que mi prometido, Draven Frost, me colgó la llamada, fui como pude hasta la iglesia de la familia, aferrando en la mano el diagnóstico de enfermedad renal terminal. —Padre, quiero romper todos mis lazos con la familia Rocci y anular mi compromiso con Draven Frost. Apenas terminé de hablar cuando mis padres irrumpieron en la iglesia con mi hermana adoptiva, Bianca. Mi padre, el Consigliere de la familia, no dudó. Me dio una cachetada, ahí mismo, frente al sacerdote. —¡Tu prometido es un Capo muy respetado en la mafia y te atreves a insultarlo de esta manera! ¡Estás manchando el nombre de la familia frente a toda la organización! Mi madre me arrebató el diagnóstico de la mano y dijo con desprecio tras una rápida mirada: —¿Otra vez con tus mentiras para llamar la atención? ¿Ahora qué quieres? Mi hermana adoptiva, Bianca, se aferró a los brazos de nuestros padres, con la voz quebrada por el llanto. —Ay, hermana, lo siento mucho. Si quieres, te cedo mi lugar en la gala. ¡Pero por favor, ya no les causes más problemas a papá y a mamá! Me limpié la sangre que escurría de mi nariz y, con calma, le repetí mis palabras al sacerdote. —Ya no soy hija de la familia Rocci. No soy digna de una alianza con los Frost. Me quedan tres días de vida. Y quiero que este compromiso se anule antes de eso.

For six years, I took bullets for him and erased every sharp edge of myself. Because of the way he protected me, outsiders all believed I was the woman closest to his heart. However, when I asked for just one sincere “I love you”, he laughed and refused. “Mafia marriages aren’t about feelings. Know your place.” Then he said, “If Sophia doesn’t like it, don’t even bother.” When the bomb countdown hit thirty seconds, my don husband shoved me aside without hesitation and ran out holding Sophia in his arms. Only then did I understand that after six years of entanglement, I wasn't even worth a single hair of his sister. I slammed the divorce papers into his face. “I’m going to personally send you and your precious sister straight to hell!”

As the Mafia principessa, my dad banned men from my life growing up for my protection. However, when I turned twenty, my mom suddenly started arranging blind dates for me. “Please. Just go meet him.” “Mom, I’m only twenty. Am I supposed to get married already?” I didn’t understand her urgency. “I know, I know, but—” After hesitating for a long time, I finally said what was really bothering me. “The guy you introduced is almost fifty. He’s old enough to be my dad!” There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then my mom spoke carefully. “Well, actually… it’s possible he really is your father. I was young and foolish back then. More daddies, more options, right?” My silence must have been deafening because she hurried to backtrack. “Okay, okay. He is a little older, but he’s seriously handsome! A daddy among daddies. Incubus‑level hot!”

My husband lies to me about working late on Christmas Day. I know he wants to give me a surprise—I saw a jewelry set worth millions of dollars in his pocket. However, all I receive is the news of him pretending to be Santa Claus as he delivers a gift to his female secretary. She flaunts it on social media. "You're the most precious Christmas gift I've gotten." My husband changes the background photo on his social media to a photo of them together. I smile and like the post. Later, the secretary comes to me and smugly says she's pregnant. Meanwhile, I pull out a diagnosis report verifying that my husband is sterile. "Checkmate!" She visibly panics.

My husband, Gideon Huber, is a self-righteous hypocrite. He used my money to fund an impoverished student's education fees, forced me to donate my kidney to a homeless man, and even gave my newborn to a human trafficker. Now that I'm reborn, I finally found out why Gideon had done all those things to me in my past life. Apparently, he was bound to the virtue system in my past life. This time, the system has chosen me as its host. Well then, Gideon, please enjoy the feats of "justice" I shall perform on you!

I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant. She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.” I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.” “I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped. He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.” It seemed three years together was nothing but an act. That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.” He protected me, and for a moment, I really thought I’d finally found someone I could rely on. However, when we were practicing at the shooting range later, I stared at him. “Why are you helping me?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that mess I left behind.” His eyes flickered for a second before he answered, “Just trust me. That’s all you need to do.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. This whole disaster was all one giant setup. And now here I am, gripping a gun, fighting for justice, but am I really avenging myself? Or was I already someone else’s pawn from the very beginning?