The Mistress Runs Away

I used to be the one and only girl spoiled by my family. But everything changed on my 18th birthday, when my father adopted a she-wolf orphan named Sophia from the Werewolf Charity House. My elder brother, Alex, started to love her more and began to look down on me. My mate, John, who had grown up with me, liked her and ignored me. Even my father said that Sophia, an orphan, was ten thousand times better than his own birth daughter. It was my graduation day from Werewolf University. But instead of celebrating with me, they broke their promise because of Sophia.The 101st time. I counted. And it hurt worse than all the hundred before. I couldn't help crying out, "Am I really part of this family?" My father looked at Sophia—whose eyes turned red because of my words—with pity. Then he slapped me across the face. "You're still fighting for affection? I wish I had never given birth to you," he shouted. Alex snapped at me too. "You make me sick. I'm ashamed to have a sister like you. Get out of this den!" I didn't say a word. I simply packed up my things and left in silence. After I left, the den fell into a strange quiet. They took Sophia to the South Pole to see penguins, as if nothing had happened. No one contacted me or showed concern, because they assumed I would eventually come back—just like before. They never planned to do anything for me. They never had. But this time, they didn't know I was leaving for real. I called my mother, who lived in another pack far away, and told her I'd finally agreed to go live with her. Because this time, the family… Was no longer a place I needed.

“I, Cassandra Lopez, reject you, Rouge Anderson, as my Alpha and my mate.” """"" Heartbroken and betrayed by her husband, Cassandra Lopez runs away for being the Luna and mate of Alpha Rouge. Seven years later after she signed the divorce agreement, she returns with their six year-old son, the true heir of the Anderson Empire and the successor of the great Alpha Rouge. However, Rouge hates her for leaving and rejecting him, demanding Cassandra a payment for breaching the contract of their marriage. But he doesn't want money to be the payment, he wants her all for himself, because even if he loathes her to the core, he just can't help but love his only luna and mate.

Rejected. Betrayed. Reborn. Beatrice Raven was raised as a servant in the Nadine-West Pack, unwanted, unseen, and unloved. But everything changes when she discovers her fated mate is none other than Mason Wilder, the Alpha’s son. Instead of accepting her, Mason chooses another as his Luna… yet he can’t seem to let Beatrice go. When a rogue attack exposes Mason’s true loyalties, his jealous Luna, Zahra, takes revenge, imprisoning and torturing Beatrice in secret. she escapes and finds refuge in the powerful blood-howl Pack… where she learns the truth about who she really is. Now stronger, wiser, and no longer bound by fate, Beatrice is back. This time, she’s not looking for love. She’s looking to reclaim her power and her future. He rejected her. She became unstoppable.

“What if I could?” Leo angled his head to one side, “Could do what?” “What if I could do it? What if I had the guts?” Her eyes never left his. She wanted to look away, but she also wanted to look tough. She had a bad record in that area already and she knew that averting her eyes wouldn't do her any favors, so she kept her gaze locked with his. Leo knew what he was about to do was crazy, but he was intrigued by this woman. He was honest enough with himself to admit it. She was nothing like the women who usually met. And maybe that was the reason why her offer to work for him intrigued him. He was curious. What would she do for him? How far would she go? It was a terrible thought, but he wasn't a good person, was he?

Akala ni Ellaine ay katapusan na niya nang mabangga ng isang malaking truck ang sinasakyan niyang kotse. Laking-gulat na lamang niya nang sa muling pagmulat ng kanyang mga mata ay nasa isang madilim na siyang kuwarto... sa kama ng isang hindi niya kilalang lalaki. Akala rin niya ay iyon na ang pinaka-wild na nangyari sa kanya pero hindi pa pala. Mas wild pa pala nang ma-realize niyang napunta siya sa loob ng romance novel na huli niyang nabasa bago siya namatay. Ang masaklap... ang kasalukuyan niyang katauhan ay hindi ang Female Lead, hindi rin ang kontrabidang babae, maski ang secondary character na bestfriend ng Female Lead ay hindi pa rin siya. Siya lang naman ay isang cannon fodder character na hindi man lang naabutan ang simula ng main plotline! May mas masaklap pa pala... ang lalaking nakaniig niya nang unang gabing napunta siya sa loob ng nobela ay walang iba kundi ang Main Villain– ang big boss ng mga big boss ng mga kontrabidang hadlang sa buhay ng Male at Female Lead! Ano na lang ang mangyayari sa kanya kapag nalaman ng malupit na Big Villain na iyon ang nangyari sa kanila? Sigurado siyang hindi na talaga siya aabutan ng pagsisimula ng main plotline kung mananatili siya kaya napagpasyahan na lang niyang tumakas at mangibang bansa. Wala nga lang sa mga plano niya ang sorpresang iniwan sa kanya ng unang gabing iyon.

"Stay away from the room at the extreme end of the east wing... Be quiet as much as possible.... Leave at once when the second hand struck 5pm, not a second late!" Those were the three grand rules that she received. Allicia will never have expected her life to face a total turn around after she accepted to work as a caregiver in the house of a man that she never even met before. She had no idea what this unknown person she worked for was called, she had never seen him, not once had he shown his face. He was always hidden in a room in the mansion. Allicia had never been a disobedient girl all her life and she followed the rules while working diligently in the mansion. The only thing she did in the lonely mansion was sit by the window and sing with the birds. Her life went on smoothly and peacefully until an unfortunate stormy evening... It was a painful experience for her, one that she never wished to recall ever again. Not until she met him...

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade. "Let's get divorced, Jaxon."

It's about a divorced couple who still love each other. Then the wife became her husband's mistress. Where did the faith would bring them? Let's see...

“I pressed a hand to my stomach and forced myself to stand taller, even as the howls grew louder, closer. They will not take you from me, I whispered. Not him. Not the pack. Not even fate. The wind carried my vow into the night. Somewhere far away, I swore I felt a shiver of response, like Kael himself had heard me. Like he was already hunting me.” “You can run, Aria. You can hide. But the child is mine. You are mine. And I will claim what belongs to me.” The bond inside me pulsed, as if she heard, as if she trembled somewhere in the dark. I smiled then, a sharp, dangerous curve of lips. The hunt had only just begun.

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.