Danruo Chami

On our one-year anniversary, I waited in red silk, praying my Alpha, Alex, would finally mark me as his Luna. Instead, a notification popped up on his tablet: "The Omega Prank." I tapped it and watched a livestream of him draping the Moonstone Necklace around another woman's neck, laughing that I smelled like desperation. It turned out the last year of my life was just a bet. A game to entertain the bored elites. But the humiliation didn't stop at the truth. Alex forced me to wear a diamond collar at the Charity Gala, parading me as "The Alpha's Pet" while the pack laughed. When his grandmother ordered me beaten with a cane for a painting his mistress ruined, Alex didn't stop them. He just poured a drink and looked away while the wood cracked against my spine. I didn't scream. I just watched him check his phone, indifferent to my blood. He thought he could exile me to a winter cabin to keep his "embarrassment" hidden. He didn't know I had already initiated the Ghost Protocol. I staged a bloody scene at the cliff's edge, making it look like a rogue attack. Standing over the freezing black water, I looked back one last time and severed the bond. "I reject you, Alex Bradley." Then I jumped, leaving him with nothing but a fake suicide scene and a regret that would come too late.

I was eight months pregnant when my husband drugged me and locked me in our panic room. The contractions started immediately, fierce and too soon. He told me over the intercom that his late partner's widow was also in labor. Her child had to be born first to inherit billions from a tech fund. He ignored my screams, my pleas, the blood soaking through my nightgown. He called me dramatic and manipulative. His sister arrived, not to help, but to inject me with another drug to "keep me quiet." I felt my baby's life fading along with my own. I was left to die, a casualty of my husband's greed. But he made one fatal mistake. He never knew I was Elinor Guzman, the sole heir to the Sterling empire. And now, two years after my supposed death, I'm back to collect the debt he owes-with interest.

The man I loved, the man I was going to marry, asked me to save my twin sister' s life. He didn't look at me as he explained that Annabell's kidneys were failing completely. Then, he slid the annulment papers across the table. It wasn't just my kidney they wanted. It was my fiancé, too. He told me Annabell's dying wish was to marry him, even for a day. My family' s reaction was brutal. "After everything we've done for you?" my mother shrieked. "Annabell saved your father's life! She gave him a piece of herself! And you can't do the same for her?" My father stood beside her, his face grim. He told me if I wouldn't be a part of the family, I didn't belong in his house. I was being cast out. Again. They didn't know the truth. They didn't know that five years ago, Annabell drugged my coffee, causing me to miss our father's transplant surgery. She took my place, emerging a hero with a fake scar while I woke up in a cheap motel, branded a coward. The kidney humming inside my father was mine. They didn't know I only had one kidney left. And they certainly didn't know that a rare disease was already ravaging my body, giving me only months to live. Abel found me later, his voice ragged. "Choose, Aurora. Her, or you." A strange calm washed over me. What did it matter anymore? I looked at the man who once promised me forever and agreed to sign my life away. "Fine," I said. "I'll do it."

For twenty-seven days, I sat hoping by my mother' s hospital bed, begging Olivia, the woman I' d loved for six years, to marry me. Her excuses flowed like water-"Swamped with work," "Bad timing," "Next week, honey." Then, a text. And a picture. Olivia, radiant in a wedding dress, arm-in-arm with Brandon, her childhood friend. The marriage certificate read: twenty-seven days ago. The very day my dying mother had entered the hospital and I' d first proposed. The world shattered. My phone buzzed again, an apology from Olivia: she couldn' t make our courthouse wedding, Brandon wasn' t feeling well. Another lie. That same evening, the nurse grimly told me Mom had passed away. Olivia' s deceit had poisoned her last wish. I was numb, my heart a block of ice. When Olivia called later, feigning concern, trying to string me along with more empty promises, something snapped. "Mom is dead, Olivia," I said, then hung up, letting myself finally break. I wouldn' t forgive her. Not for Mom. Not for me. I purged everything-my job, my apartment, every trace of her. But she just wouldn' t quit. Then, the ultimate betrayal: I found Brandon, her secret husband, in my bed, in my apartment, wearing my clothes, while she tried to pull another pretense of love. I walked out, leaving the wreckage behind. I fled south, seeking a clean break, a new start. My life was shattered, but I vowed to rebuild.

The rain hammered against my windowpane, a relentless drumbeat mirroring the dull throb in my abdomen-a constant reminder of the child I' d lost. My husband, Captain David Miller, was a celebrated hero on TV, his charismatic smile a stark contrast to the corroding rust of our marriage. Right there, beside him, was Chloe, my best friend, looking at him with adoration, her hand tucked in his arm. They didn' t know the real David, not like I did. The betrayal had been a slow, agonizing descent, a series of small, sharp cuts. Late nights, calls taken in hushed tones, excuses woven around Chloe' s supposed fragility. "She' s fragile, Scar," he' d say, "You' re strong. You understand." I tried to, but then he missed our anniversary for her panic attack, my doctor' s appointment for her broken-down car. Each time, a piece of my trust chipped away. The final, unforgivable act came when I lay bleeding on the floor, calling him in a choked whisper. "David, please. Something' s wrong. I' m… I' m bleeding." I heard Chloe' s tearful voice in the background, "David, don' t go. I need you." He hesitated. That cold, sharp hesitation twisted in my gut. He never came. I lost our baby alone in a sterile hospital room while he comforted her. He truly cared more about her feelings than our child. Months later, with my mother' s funeral underway, Chloe approached me again. "It' s like she had to go so my son could live," she whispered, claiming my dying mother was a necessary sacrifice for her child. My suppressed rage ignited. This woman, who had manipulated my husband, stolen my locket, and had a piece of my body donated to her, was now mocking my grief. "I want a divorce, David," I declared, the words cutting through the chaos. He tried to deny it, to plead, to promise. But his love was poison, and I was done. I walked away from the graveside, leaving behind the man who had destroyed everything. With the help of my father' s old friend, an opportunity for a new life, a new name, appeared. I didn' t look back as I dropped my wedding ring into a trash can at the airport. It made a small, tinny sound, the final note on a life I was leaving behind. As the city lights faded below, I felt a flicker of peace. My past was over. My future was waiting.

In my first life, I died for my family, betrayed by the closest person to me. My father, a high-ranking State Department official, was disgraced, and my mother died of grief. It was my older sister, Stella, who orchestrated it all. She poisoned my family' s reputation with a self-righteous speech at a D.C. gala, becoming a progressive darling while our lives crumbled. My fiancé, Ethan Lester, and the Vice President' s son championed her, oblivious to the destruction she wrought. But the ultimate betrayal came when I joined the army to protect my younger brother. Stella, posing as a "war correspondent," leaked my patrol's location to insurgents. She deemed a rescue "not worth the risk," leaving me to bleed out in the dirt, her face the last thing I saw. How could my own sister, who once claimed to love me, deliberately condemn me to such a horrific end? The pain of her betrayal was worse than any bullet. Now, I've woken up again, back at that lavish D.C. gala, seconds before she destroys everything. This time, things will be different.

My son, Andrew, killed me. Not with a weapon, but with a slow, agonizing betrayal that drained every ounce of life. I spent my entire existence and my formidable family' s legacy building a golden path for him, scheming and battling to make him a hero, while I became everyone's villain. For my trouble? He stood over my grave, radiating false humility, telling the world he was finally free from his "materialistic, power-hungry" mother, preaching about earning one's own way from a mansion my money bought. The press called him a saint; I was a cautionary tale. The last thing I remembered was the crushing weight of failure and an ungrateful child. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Back in my gilded cage of a D.C. home, facing my husband. He was starting the exact conversation that first pushed me down the path of destruction, where I sacrificed everything to make Andrew the political heir. Why was I given a second chance at this hell? But this time, a chilling calm settled over me. This time, I' d write a different ending.

The emergency sirens wailed, another Diablo Wind fire ripping through our valley, just like the last time. As an elite smokejumper and daughter of a Cal Fire legend, I knew these fires. I also knew my husband, Fire Chief Caleb, was supposed to be leading the fight. But in my last life, Caleb's betrayal cost me everything; he left me to die in a blizzard after our baby was stillborn, all because he loved Chloe, his childhood friend, more. Now, reborn into this same nightmare, I knew the fire wasn't the only threat-Caleb was using it as a cover for his affair with Chloe, burning through vital resources while abandoning his post. When I tried to reach out for aid, Caleb convinced his loyal friend, Sheriff Brody, that I was having a psychotic break, framing me as the arsonist. Brody, blinded by Caleb's lies, prevented my escape, causing me to fall and tragically lose my unborn child. Our town was devastated, and Brody's deputies were lost, all while I was held captive, my pleas ignored. Why did Caleb consistently choose deception and destruction? How could a man sworn to protect his community, his family, be so utterly monstrous, and then twist the truth to blame me? The injustice of it all, compounded by the loss of my child, ignited a cold, hard rage inside me, dulling the grief. But then, my sister-in-law, Maya, discovered undeniable evidence from a trail cam: Chloe wasn't just Caleb's mistress, she was intimately connected to "Phoenix," the eco-terrorist who started the fire. Brody, witnessing the true villainy and the devastation his blind loyalty wrought, broke down, offering me his absolute allegiance. With my new purpose forged in tragedy, I knew exactly how I would use his guilt and his position to systematically dismantle Caleb's world, piece by agonizing piece.

I, Sarah Thompson, a driven software developer, had poured my life into securing a multi-million dollar Manhattan condo and a coveted spot at the elite Parkside Academy for my daughter, Emily, envisioning her perfect future. My well-ordered world came crashing down mid-business trip when an unknown South Bronx public school called, bizarrely claiming my Emily Thompson was enrolled there, accumulating unpaid fees and behavioral issues. Rushing back to Parkside, my heart hammered as I was shockingly accused by the headmistress of being an imposter, attempting to abduct my own child. The surreal nightmare intensified when my husband, Kevin, arrived hand-in-hand with his high school flame, Jessie, and publicly disavowed me, coldly labeling me mentally unstable and proclaiming Jessie as Emily's mother. My mind reeled from the sudden, grotesque betrayal; how could the man I trusted orchestrate such a calculated deception, twisting reality to paint me as a delusional stranger? Every fiber of my being screamed over the injustice, desperate to know: Where was my real Emily? The gut-wrenching revelation that our daughter was neglected in his abusive mother's trailer park jolted me from despair, igniting an unyielding resolve. I wouldn't just fight; I would dismantle every lie to reclaim my child and expose their monstrous plot.

Sarah Miller and Ethan Vanderbilt were a unit, nearly a decade strong, their love a rebellion against his old-money East Coast family, especially his disapproving mother. Then, a devastating crash left Ethan with amnesia, his life clinging by a thread, desperately needing a rare bone marrow transplant – a perfect match Sarah bravely provided. But when she awoke, weak yet hopeful, she found Ethan by the side of Ashley Davenport, a 'friend' always coveting him, who now claimed she was his fiancée and his savior. Ethan, his eyes empty of recognition, looked right through Sarah as his mother, Eleanor, coldly dismissed her as an 'unstable fan,' allowing her to stay only as a tormented household servant. Every day, Sarah endured Ashley' s taunts, Tiffany' s cruelty, and Ethan' s chilling indifference, watching her life, her love, erased before her eyes. The man who once whispered 'You're my angel' now lashed out with contempt, accusing her of theft, of trying to harm the woman who stole her place. The systematic destruction of their shared memories, coupled with Ethan' s utter lack of recall, fueled an agonizing despair: how could he forget their entire life, his love for her, the sacrifice she made? Finally, unjustly accused of theft and violent outbursts by the deceptive duo, Sarah was brutally cast out of the mansion, broken and alone, with nowhere left to turn. Yet, just when all hope seemed lost, a quiet act of kindness from an unexpected source offered a glimmer of light and a chance at a new beginning, far from the Vanderbilt' s cruel facade.

My life with Ethan was a fairytale. Diamonds cut like stars, a library wing, a best-selling book titled "100 Reasons Mia Hayes is the Center of My World"-he built a universe around me, declaring me his guide. I was his everything, or so I believed. Then, I found it. A hidden folder on his home office computer. Images of Ethan and a young woman, Skyler Reed, sickeningly intimate and explicit. My carefully constructed world shattered, a thousand glittering pieces falling around me. The betrayal was a physical blow, colder than any frost. Every grand gesture, every loving declaration, now felt like a cruel joke, a meticulously crafted lie designed to blind me. I remembered my one rule for us, whispered years ago: "If you ever truly lie to me, if you break that trust, I will walk away. And you will never find me again." He had laughed then, promising I was his universe. Now, his universe was a lie. A cold dread seeped into my bones. The fear, long buried, clawed its way up my throat. How could I have been so blind? So utterly naive? Was everything just a performance for his audience, for my adoration? The profound humiliation burned hotter than anger. But amidst the wreckage, a chilling clarity emerged. My world was destroyed, yes, but I was not. The decision was instant. Cold. Clear. I picked up the burner phone I'd bought months ago, a nagging unease I'd dismissed as paranoia. "It's Amelia Hayes," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "I need to activate the Disappearance Protocol. Immediately."

My marriage was crumbling, not because of a cheating husband, but because of his mother – my mother-in-law, Brenda. She was a compulsive thief, but her family called it eccentric. Until the day she framed me for grand larceny, planting stolen heirlooms and stacks of cash in my purse right before a family gathering. No one believed me. Not Mike, my husband, who stood idly by as his "misunderstood" mother wove elaborate lies on the stand. I was convicted and sentenced to years in prison. By the time I got out, Mike had divorced me, my life was in ruins, and I found a desperate escape that ultimately led to my death. I died angry, heartbroken, and utterly betrayed by the very people who should have protected me. They built their lives on the ashes of mine, while I suffered for a crime I didn't commit, a victim of their blindness and her malicious deceit. But then, I woke up. My eyes snapped open, and the digital clock read 9:03 AM – three years before the addiction, before the prison, before my death. It wasn't a dream. It was an impossible second chance. This time, I wouldn't be the victim. I would be the orchestrator. My sweet, silent revenge would begin, and they wouldn't even see it coming.

I was Ethan Thorne, heir to the Kingmaker Casino empire. After saving Veronica Vance and her family from a fiery hotel inferno in Monaco, I was rewarded with her hand in marriage, an alliance supposedly forged in gratitude. On our wedding night, her eyes were cold, filled with something far from love. "You ruined everything," she whispered, her voice like ice, before having me kidnapped. She believed my heroism had overshadowed Julian Croft, the man she truly loved. Her men dragged me to a rotting shack deep in the Louisiana bayous and threw me into a dark, alligator-filled pool. The last thing I saw was Veronica' s serene face as Julian, her 'lost' love, reappeared beside her, smirking, his arms full of stolen art. She killed me, not for defiance, but for helping her family. I died in that putrid swamp, gnawed by beasts, wondering how my good deed had become my death sentence. How could saving a life lead to such cold, calculated betrayal? Then, I woke up. Not in the bayou, but on "The Starlight Express," a luxury train. I was Elias, a lowly attendant. News of a sabotaged trestle ahead crackled over the radio. Veronica Vance was on board, her cruel eyes fixed on me. This time, I wouldn't be a hero for anyone. My past kindness had earned me a pit of alligators. Never again.

Seven years. That's how long I’d been trapped in a marriage where 'we' felt like a generous lie. My husband, Ethan, barely spoke to me, his eyes always on Chloe and his burgeoning career, never on me. Just weeks before the end, in a rare moment of cruelty, he looked me dead in the eye and said, 'I regret being with you. I never wanted kids with you.' Those cutting words echoed as the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal filled the air, and then, nothing. Thanksgiving dinner with the man who’d emotionally neglected me for years, his true affections always reserved for Chloe, his career connection. The agonizing truth: my last thought was how utterly wasted my life with him had been. But then, I jolted awake. Not in heaven, but in my grimy college dorm room, nineteen again, an ancient flip phone buzzing with a new message from Ethan: 'Hey, wanna grab a bite later?' This was it: the very beginning of the doomed timeline, the moment our lives intertwined, leading to a decade of his neglect. Only this time, I knew exactly what to do.

On their wedding night, her husband sold her off to a strange man for his own benefit. Under desperate circumstances, she was saved by the last person that ever wanted to see, falling into a whirlpool of pain. Her agonizing memories merged with new misunderstandings made him suspicious of who she really was and he was determined to protect her from any danger. She wanted to escape from the truth and run away. But he pulled the child towards her and said, “This is the product of our affair from five years ago, you will never be able to escape.”

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear. With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing. Surviving it? That's a war of its own. Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul? For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.

Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle. Ollie, Xen's son is neglected by his father for a very long time and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force. When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city. Ollie dies and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son. Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day Sophia and Riley show up. But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone even her mate if he steps in her way to save her son.

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous. Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate. I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry. The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother. He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement. Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother. He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse.

The night I discovered my husband's whore was carrying his heir, I smiled for the cameras-and plotted his ruin. Scarlett was born a queen-heir to a powerful legacy, Luna of the Dark Moon Pack by blood and by sacrifice. She gave everything to Alexander: her love, her loyalty, her life. In return, he paraded his mistress before their pack... and dared to call it duty. But Scarlett won't be another broken woman weeping in the shadows. She'll wear her crown of thorns with pride, tear down every lie built around her, and when she strikes, it will be glorious. The Alpha forgot that the woman he betrayed is far more dangerous than the girl who once loved him.

For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond. That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession. The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me. The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed. "You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me." My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.

When I caught my boyfriend of four years in bed with my stepsister, I snapped. After teaching them both a lesson,I drowned my sorrows at a bar,where I met a dead-gorgeous stranger. One steamy night later...He tried to pay me. Like I was some kind of escort. "You're the worst I've ever had," I sneered, lying through my teeth. "Practice more before taking clients." Then I fled. But fate wasn't done with me. That stranger? He's my company's new CEO. Oh, and he's a werewolf. An Alpha werewolf. I just wanted to keep my head down and avoid him.Then the pregnancy test turned I pregnant. My Alpha Boss slapped down a marriage contract and demanded I move in with him. Before moving in, I taunted: "Your skills were worth $150, max." After living together, he growled: "How's my performance now, wife?" I, trembling lying oh the bed: "Please... have mercy!" From one-night disaster to carrying the Alpha's heir, I never expected my life to turn out like this. But one thing's certain,my Alpha Boss is determined to prove he's worth way more than $150 a night...