Roses And Champagne Zig

My family auctioning me against my will was one thing. But being auctioned to him, the demigod Alpha, known for chaos and bloodshed, the cursed abomination, was the worst that could happen. I watched him kill men without mercy. I watched him claim me just to spite his brother and now, I'm trapped within his fortress as a slave. His slave. At first, I want to end it all before he does it for me, but on a second thought, I have to fight for my freedom. He swears he bought me to spite his brother and humiliate me. He swears that he despises me. My sin? Being born with the same hair as his mother. But then, the way he looks at me isn't the way you look at the enemy. The way he pins and touches me isn't the way you touch a slave. He buries his face in my neck and relaxes with my scent, claiming me in ways no master should claim a defiant captive. I'm supposed to hate him for being heartless, for being evil, for refusing to let me go, but somewhere in between, I don’t. It's hate and angst, yet every touch makes my heart betray me. He makes my heart beat in ways it shouldn't. A human and an Alpha? Unacceptable! In fact, forbidden in Dark Hound! It's in fact forbidden! But he's unhinged and doesn't care. It's all war and roses until I find out I'm the thing that could either destroy him—or break his curse. The devil they warned him about. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences (18+) readers discretion is advised For the girlies who love their MMC a little bit twisted, broken with redemption here and there.

My son is gravely ill. His inner wolf is too weak to awaken, and the healer warns that without the Alpha’s blood to strengthen his spirit, he may not last the next full moon. He clutches my hand, his feverish golden eyes dimming. “Mother, can Father take me to the Barnum & Bailey Circus？” But no matter how many times I summon my mate through the pack bond, he does not answer. His presence in the mind-link is an empty void. I can only hold my son as his small body trembles. I whisper stories of wolf warriors and great Alphas, but his breathing grows weaker. When the dawn breaks, his tiny fingers slip from mine. His wolf never wakes. A few days later, the scent of wild roses floods our pack’s sacred grounds. I turn—and there he is. My mate. My Alpha. He strides into the hall with my sister cradled in his arms. Her neck bears his fresh scent mark. His mark. I watch as he presses a lingering kiss to her lips, his hands caressing her like a treasure. Their love is bold, shameless—an unspoken declaration to the entire pack. And only then do I learn the truth. While my son lay fighting for his life, waiting for his father’s touch, longing for his Alpha’s strength… my mate was deep in Rose Valley, tangled in passion with my own blood. I thought my heart had long since gone cold from his neglect, but at that moment, it shatters. I make my decision. I will leave this pack. Yet just as I turn to walk away, the mate who had only ever treated me with indifference suddenly drops to his knees. A broken sob rips from his throat. For the first time, my proud, untouchable Alpha weeps.

Je suis entrée en fauteuil roulant dans le salon de réception que Wells avait préparé pour mon anniversaire, l'immense salle, qui bourdonnait d'animation quelques instants plus tôt, s'est figée quand ils m'ont aperçue. Ils sont tous venus ici pour leurs propres raisons, mais certainement pas pour célébrer mon anniversaire. « Voilà donc la fiancée handicapée du président Wells, mademoiselle Joy ? » « Oui, mais le vrai amour n'existe qu'entre Wells et Anna, je les ai vus s'embrasser dans un coin à l'instant. » Ils dissimulaient leurs murmures derrière leurs coupes de champagne, persuadés que j'étais toujours cette ancienne invalide muette et sourde. Mais ce qu'ils ne savaient pas que, depuis la semaine dernière, j'ai recouvré l'ouïe, aujourd'hui, je perçois chacune de leurs railleries. Mon fiancé, Wells, se tenait à l'écart sans rien faire pour défendre mon honneur. Il avait semblé oublier que c'est pour le protéger que j'ai sacrifié ma mobilité, le jour de l'accident, c'est moi qui l'ai écarté de la trajectoire de la voiture, me jetant sous ses roues. Lorsqu'on m'a ramenée à la vie, Wells avait juré de rester à mes côtés pour prendre soin de moi pour toujours. Mais après trois ans, tout a changé. Mon téléphone a vibré. « Mademoiselle Joy, la réplique de votre corps est prête. Répondez 'CONFIRMER' pour activer immédiatement le service de fausse mort. Nous livrerons la dépouille à votre noce avec Monsieur Wells dans cinq jours.  » Sans hésiter, j'ai tapé « CONFIRMER  ». Wells, je te souhaite un merveilleux jour de noces.

The fearsome Romano family has made an announcement. Whoever among me and my sister, Vivienne Everhart, can give birth to the first grandson of the Romano bloodline shall inherit the Romanos' wealth that's worth tens of billions of dollars. Also, said grandson will be the next Don of the Romano family. In my previous life, Vivienne had married Dominic Romano, a healthy and strong young man of the Romano family. My parents were the one who had arranged for this marriage to happen. I, on the other hand, got married to Julian Romano, a gloomy man who was confined to his wheelchair due to his crippled legs. In less than a year after our marriage, Julian had regained his ability to walk once again. At the same time, I got pregnant with the first grandson of the Romano family. As such, Vivienne got abused by Dominic to the point that she completely lost her marbles. That was how she became the laughingstock of the rich socialites of the upper crust. On the day I was about to go into labor, Vivienne stabbed my belly with a blade. Then, she grabbed me before jumping off a tall building with me in her arms. When I open my eyes again, I see Vivienne snatching away the bouquet made of blue roses that's given to me by Julian. "I want to marry Julian!" "Vivienne, how could you snatch Isabella's bouquet away?" As soon as Vivienne receives the fancy blue rose bouquet, she freezes in place when she hears our father scolding her. After Dad grabs the bouquet from Vivienne's hands, he passes it to me before saying, "Isabella, you have a healthy body. Julian might be handicapped, but at least he's pretty talented when it comes to running his business." Then, he pats Vivienne on the head lovingly. "Vivienne, you're in poor health. Marrying Dominic is your best option." As I stare at the blue rose bouquet in my hands as well as the wedding gown I'm currently wearing, I dig my nails into my palm forcefully. Finally, I realize that I've gotten reborn.

I've been mated to Alpha Alaric Goremane for five years, and I'm still a virgin. On the night he claims me, I stand before him, naked. With my heart pounding against my chest, I muster the courage to step forward and wrap my arms around him. But he pulls away, and then comes the words that lingered in my head for years like a devil's whisper. "I'm sorry, Kyna. I have severe germaphobia and can't handle physical intimacy. Please give me some time." In that moment, my heart plunges into the abyss. But when I see the torment in his eyes, I convince myself that he doesn't love me any less. He's just sick, and all I have to do is wait. So, I wait for five long years. On our fifth mating anniversary, I cross thousands of miles in a raging storm just to see the look of delight on his face when I surprise him. Sure enough, I see the warmth in his eyes and gentleness in his expression. But what a pity… it isn't for me. The Alpha, who claims to be an obsessive clean freak, is on one knee before his childhood sweetheart. He gently slips off her rain-soaked heels, dries her feet, and warms her cold toes with the heat of his palm. It's as if that's the most natural thing in the world, and as if his world holds no one else. He sighs. "Serene, how many times have I told you that you'll catch a cold? What would you do without me?" In that instant, the last of my delusions shatters. I finally realize that his germaphobia is selective, and I'm simply the one he can't bear to touch. Instead of making a fuss, I slip off the ring I've worn for five years and walk into the storm without looking back. Later, I hear he tries to win me back with the most expensive roses in the city. But the Kyna Lupen who loves him is long gone.

Synopsis (Version Française) « Je te déteste ! Tu n’es pas notre mère ! » Melissa recula, bouleversée. « Tu… tu l’as entendu ? » souffla-t-elle, pointant du doigt leur plus jeune enfant. Jaden esquissa un sourire en coin, la tête légèrement inclinée. « Bien sûr. Il n’a pas tort, de toute façon. » Elle avait tout sacrifié pour lui — passant du statut d’héritière riche et respectée à celui d’épouse négligée d’un homme ruiné. Malgré le passé difficile de Jaden et son précédent mariage, Melissa était restée à ses côtés, élevant ses enfants et aidant à reconstruire son entreprise jusqu’à en faire un empire rival de celui de sa propre famille. Elle pensait enfin recevoir les roses qu’elle méritait. Elle croyait que Jaden Oscar l’aimerait davantage maintenant qu’ils avaient tout. Mais la réalité brisa ses espoirs. Quelques années à peine après leur réussite, Jaden rentra à la maison avec une autre femme… qu’il présenta comme la véritable mère de ses enfants. Melissa se retrouva seule — sans mari, sans enfants, sans famille. Sous la pluie battante, fixant la maison qu’elle appelait autrefois la sienne, elle fit un vœu solennel : se venger de tous ceux qui l’avaient trahie, et plus que tout, de son cher mari, Jaden Oscar. --- ️ Note de l’auteure > Cette œuvre est ma propre création. Il s’agit de la traduction officielle en français de mon roman anglais publié sur GoodNovel. Merci de respecter mon travail et de ne pas copier ou reproduire sans autorisation. — Chel-C

Winifred Jaeger comes from an ordinary family. She meets Timothy Stringer, a rich heir who falls for her at first sight. He immediately starts pursuing her with gusto. Winifred knows they're from different worlds, so she keeps rejecting him. He doesn't give up, though. When she wants to have food from her hometown, he steps into the kitchen for the first time ever. He cooks for her, relishing in it despite getting scalded. When she wants to have candy, he lines up in the dead of winter to get it for her. The iciness and sharp wind don't faze him. She likes fringe tree flowers, so he gets seeds from all over the world. He covers a mountaintop with them for her. She likes making desserts, so he buys ingredients for her from various places. He's more than happy to test her finished products. When she's in a bad mood, he makes sure to cheer her up despite being sick. When Winifred graduates from college, Timothy spreads 99,999 roses on the field to propose to her. She finally realizes she's long since fallen for him, so she says yes. Everyone says she's lucky to have met a man who loves her so and thinks of her as his only one. Yet it's precisely this man who cheats on her when they're about to get married. He tells her he loves her, yet he almost manically tries to have a baby with his mistress. Heartbroken and devastated, Winifred chooses to leave. It's only after she's gone that Timothy searches for her like crazy. When he finds her, he does everything possible to beg her to go back to him. He paces outside her door and begs her incessantly, his eyes red-rimmed. However, she turns him down calmly. "It's too late—you're a closed chapter in my book, and I'm already on a new chapter." Winifred turns to look at a tall, handsome man standing nearby—Timothy's childhood friend, Cyrus Littrell.