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Fiona thinks she has it all-love, loyalty, and a secured life-until her mate, Alpha Kael, leaves her for his first love, Laila. Abandoning her at the altar on the day of their bond reaffirmation before the moon goddess, Fiona watches helplessly as Kael dotes on Laila from the shadows without knowing how else to claim back her mate. Fiona soon discovers she's pregnant and hopes the news will finally bring Kael back to her. But her world shatters when Laila, also carrying Kael's child, pushes Fiona down a hill during a heated fight, causing her to have a miscarriage that left her broken and desperate for revenge. Just when all hopes seems lost, Fiona crosses path with Alpha Derek, the blind yet most powerful Alpha in the Eastern region. He offers revenge against her unfaithful mate and his mistress in exchange for becoming his Luna for a year. She agrees. But Derek is no savior. He hides behind his dark shades and darker secrets. Worse still, he’s the very architect of her pains. Yet the closer she gets to him, the more her heart betrays her...because the most dangerous thing about Derek isn't his power or his schemes but the way he makes her want him, even when she swore she'd never risk her heart again.

Amelia had just discovered that she's carrying Alpha Jace's child but she didn't expect her world to shatter in one night. Finding her mate and her friend entangled together in bed, he didn't deny it and didn't apologize. Betrayed, replaced and humilated, Amelia decides to escape the cage she had lived in for two years by leaving the pack. Pregnant and alone, how would she survive? Her freedom led her to a second chance mate while she still struggled to get over the trauma caused by her first. Zayden Briggs. The cold alpha with a dark past everyone fears to talk about. What happens when she meets Zayden? What happens when her first mate, Alpha Jace, comes back trying to reclaim her?

Rejecting her one true mate, Alpha Anton Bates, after all the horrible things he and his father had put her through. Nala thought moving into a new land and studying to become a doctor, her life would run smoothly, and she would have a wonderful new start, but it is not as she seems. Her being away from Alpha Anton his love for her has turned into an obsession one that is not healthy for him and dangerous for Nala. But that is not all happening within poor Nala's life. While trying to ignore her alpha mate another alpha's eyes met her. How will Nala get away from these two now or does she don't want one to leave her side. "Get engross in an intriguing read." FACEBOOK PAGE: A.K.KNIGHT INSTAGRAM: ATHAN941

One steamy night together. That’s all it takes for him to turn the entire world upside down in search of her. *** Lovett Olivia Lice’s world shatters when she discovers that her adorable little niece is her husband’s child. The betrayal is compounded by divorce papers and her grandfather's sudden passing. With no one and nowhere to turn to, she decides to end it all. However, she’s rescued by a Good Samaritan. Five years later, she returns to her hometown as a successful chef and a devoted mother. She has two things in mind. Revenge and the man from that night, five years ago. However, when she finally gets to meet him again... “Give me just one reason why I shouldn’t have you skinned alive. Right. Now?” He growled. ‘Who. Is. This. Man?’ Lovett is speechless.

That had to be the happiest day of Daliah's life: meeting her mate, the pack's future alpha. But he rejected her, humiliated her and ordered Daliah to be locked in a cage during the moon ceremony. Daliah had given up hope. Trapped, hungry and cold, she didn't see a way out for herself. But fate had one more surprise for Daliah: a second-chance mate. The Lycan King!

"I, Alpha Dylan Langley, Alpha of the waterside pack, reject you, Esme West, pack member of Waterside West, to be my mate and Luna" On Esme's 18th birthday, she figured that the Alpha of the pack was her true mate, which meant she would be Luna to the waterside pack. She felt the mate bond breaking, and it hurt so much. She didn't know if she was strong enough to handle the rejection completely. She was holding back her tears to show him no weakness and no emotion towards his rejection. "I, Esme West of the waterside pack, accept your rejection to be your mate and Luna of this pack" I turn towards the entrance of the pack gates and slowly walk towards our home, where my brother waits for me. I didn't want to cry. I heard of the tales of being 'Rejected' and the pain it causes to fated mates, but I never thought I would be rejected. I especially didn't think the moon goddess would have the Alpha to be my mate. I'm nothing but a lowly omega. I know my place, and it isn't by his side. I work for nothing, and I am the pack's punching bag. Especially the queen bee herself, who has always wanted Alpha Dylan to be her mate...Adeline Carter... Some wolves who have been rejected have often left the pack and survive, but others haven't been so lucky and have managed to find a new pack that is willing to take them in within the time frame of 2 weeks, and they are automatically classed as rogues. Rogues are wolves who have no packs. Some are nice, but the thing I have heard is that some rogues will kill to get what and where they want to be in the chain.

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.

There's an unwritten rule in the Chicago Outfit. The Don never keeps a mistress for more than a hundred days. When the hundred days are up, the women he’s finished with always take the money and leave quietly. Once, someone asked him, unwilling to accept it: “Why?” Santino Falcone smiled softly.“Because I love my wife.” Everyone knew that his wife of seven years was his weak spot. But this new mistress wouldn’t behave.Emboldened by his favor, she sent me a taunting text message. “Arabella, isn’t your husband cute when he’s asleep in my arms?I’ve got plenty more photos. I can send them to you if you want.” “I’m his one true love. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll step down and give me your place as his wife.” I didn’t argue with her.Instead, I generously gave her my wedding ring. Because what she didn't know was that I had gotten my memory back. I was never the orphan Santino saved. I am the long-lost princess of New York’s most powerful family, missing for seven years. In three days, my brother Matteo’s armored motorcade will arrive in Chicago to take me home.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.