The Unworthy: A Novel Novels & Stories

On Sundays everyone goes to church dressed in their finest clothes, putting on their fakest smiles and showing off how decent and moral they are. A sardonic smile lands on my lips at that last thought. I know better. There’s nothing decent about shunning an orphaned kid who just lost his mother at the hands of his own father, walking the streets and begging for help that never comes. Not so easy to call yourself decent when the only person willing to help that broken kid turned out to the the only other outcast in town, a foreigner with a broken heart of his own who has nothing to lose anyway. And look how it all turned out at the end. Even Pedro became a part of the crowd, showing his kindn

I promise you it will be worth it. And for those of you wondering about Lucas... well, guess what? He will get his own story too. Here’s a little hint, it involves an age gap, and maybe even a little sugar-daddy energy?? But kidding aside, I can’t wait for you to see the man he becomes. So once again, thank you so much for reading The Unwanted Wife. Thank you for crying, hoping, and growing with my characters. Thank you for believing in Lara’s journey, for hating Lucas when he deserved it, and for softening when he finally broke.

Cassandra Hart had never believed in playing fair. Not when her rent was due, her credit cards were maxed out, and her so-called “merits” kept getting passed over for men with mediocre smiles and less experience. If the system was rigged, she’d rig it back. And Daniel Cross? The elusive, quiet CEO of Lexington Tech? He was her target.

“You are not useless to me. You are my mate.” “Mating with me won’t gain you anything,” she almost snapped. “An Alpha deserves an omega wolf. If this pack becomes yours, you’ll need a Luna, an omega wolf and I am neither of those things. It’s not just about being a beta, I can’t. My pup…” her voice cracked at the mention of her son. “It was—it was a miracle. I didn’t think I’d conceive, didn’t think it was possible because—there are things. From my past, things that have been damaged. I can’t, not anymore. Your father will want an heir and I can’t give that. I’ll never be able to give you that or be a good Luna. I am worthless.”

Pinning my spindly arms as if I were no more than a child. I whimpered slightly and fell backward against the inside of the dark tree. Feeling somewhat hopeless. Eventually, I noticed my plain dress was torn near my knees and smudged across the chest. I’m filthy. I thought dully. Worrying about trivial things seemed to make the reality of my betrayal fade away. I wondered where my sketchbook had gone. I remembered dropping it but couldn’t even remember where I’d been when I had done. I felt a terrible loss at that.

By the time I left the park and drove back to the dorm, my panties were soaked and my mind was already spinning with filthy fantasies. Amelia wasn’t in the room when I got back. The gifts I bought her were still scattered on the floor. I didn’t bother picking them up. I just freshened up, took a quick shower, and crawled into bed. No exam tomorrow, so I didn’t even open my books. I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, imagining all the dirty things the stranger might do to me. Spreading my legs for him, getting choked, getting pounded until I couldn’t think straight. I was probably crazy for even considering this with someone I’d never met, but fuck it, call me a slut, because that

She also explained that there were no female pack alphas, but the mate of an alpha was called a Luna. There were more things she explained and I pretended to listen, but I couldn't stop feeling guilty about how selfish I had been with Alex. I had made decisions that I never considered how unfair they were to him. Selfish. That's all I could think about it. I didn't even dwell on being rejected by Ezra without even getting a chance to know him and know what I was. That didn't matter right now. Right now, I was hating myself and questioning what I should do. After we finished, I went back to campus. I didn't feel any other wolves around as I had earlier in the day. I pretty much finished the

And I will not interfere with Chelsea and Clifford even though I am their friend. At first I was unfamiliar with them. I don't want to have a friend anymore because of my past friends. Eventhough its just a simple reason, yet it brought a big impact to me. They have betrayed and backstabbed me. But with them is different. They came and persevered in my life. Quiet and unassuming. I am kind to the person who is kind to me. I appreciate someone when they check me and ask me if I'm okay, if I have doubt, and something like that.

CHAPTER FOUR ELOWEN VALE WINSLOW I hated funerals and solemn ceremonies. I was melancholic enough on my own. I hated being in this place. I hated the fact that people were attending a ‘commendation dinner' when someone had died, and I was one of them.

I stood beside Dane in the doorway of the hall and watched Adaeze listen to Kade and watched Kade talk and watched Charlotte at the other side of the room feeling the gathered pack with her new deliberate attention and felt the territory around all of it through the bond. My grandmother had written about trust. About a path that knew where it was going. I was looking at where it had gone. Not just me. All of it. Charlotte with her echo and Kade with his mother and Adaeze with sixty years of waiting and the east building about to become something and the inquiry about to find people who needed it. One bag. A plan to be invisible. The worst plan. The best outcome. Dane's hand found mine. We st