Xiao Xiaosu

I was four months pregnant with the Alpha's heir, and I had given up everything for Michael. I hid my identity as the daughter of the powerful Alpha Hayes, stripped away my inheritance, and poured my personal fortune into building his pack. I thought we were the golden couple. But one rainy night, Michael came home smelling of vanilla and deception. Exhausted, his mental barriers slipped, and I heard his thoughts project through our Mind-Link to his mistress, Serena. "She is just a vessel," his internal voice sneered. "Once the pup is born, we take the child and reject her. I only need the Hayes money a little longer." My world shattered. I wasn't his mate; I was a bank account with a pulse. The cruelty escalated when a waiter tripped at dinner, sending boiling soup flying toward our table. Michael didn't reach for me or his unborn child. He lunged to shield Serena, leaving me to take the scalding liquid full force on my pregnant belly. While I lay in the hospital with burns, he told the doctors to prioritize Serena's "shock" over my injuries. He thought I was broken. He thought I was trapped. He was wrong. I bribed the nurse to write two words on my chart: "Spontaneous Abortion." Then I froze every asset in the pack, signed the divorce papers, and vanished. Michael wanted a future without me? He’s about to find out exactly what that costs.

For three years, I gave up my life as "Nemesis," the undefeated lawyer, to be the perfect wife for LA's star prosecutor, Keith Sampson. I traded my legal briefs for cookbooks, believing I could heal the man I loved. On our anniversary, he came home drunk, kissed me desperately, and whispered another woman's name. "Holly," he breathed. "I knew you'd come back to me." But the final verdict on our marriage came at a restaurant. When a waiter spilled a pot of scalding coffee, Keith didn't hesitate. He lunged to shield his ex-girlfriend, Holly, from a few drops. The rest of the pot splashed onto my arm, causing second-degree burns. He panicked over the minor red marks on Holly's hand, rushing her to a private clinic. He never even looked at my blistering skin. He just handed me his credit card. "Take a cab to urgent care," he said. "I'll call you later." That was the moment the devoted wife died. I walked out and never looked back. Three months later, I stood across from him in a courtroom, representing the man he was prosecuting in the biggest case of his career. He had no idea the quiet housewife he'd discarded was the legal legend known as Nemesis. And I was about to destroy his perfect, undefeated record.

After seven years of marriage and a heartbreaking miscarriage, the two pink lines on the pregnancy test felt like a miracle. I couldn't wait to tell my husband, Drake, the man who had held me through every painful infertility treatment. On my way to find him, I saw him in a park with a woman and a little boy. The boy, who looked just like him, ran up and shouted, "Daddy." The woman was Kiana, the crazy stalker who'd "accidentally" pushed me down the stairs five years ago, causing my first miscarriage. The son was four years old. My entire marriage, all the nights he held me while I cried over our lost child—it was all a lie. He had a secret family with the very woman who caused our pain. I couldn't understand. Why put me through seven years of hell trying for a baby he already had? He called me "stupidly in love," a fool he could easily deceive while he lived his double life. But the truth was far worse. When his mistress staged her own kidnapping and blamed me, he had me abducted and beaten, thinking I was a stranger. As I lay bound on a warehouse floor, he kicked me in the stomach, killing our unborn child. He had no idea it was me.

My world shattered when Liam, the boy I' d loved my entire life, brought home a vapid social media influencer as his girlfriend. His parents, who always treated me like a daughter, saw my heartbreak and offered to adopt me, to cut the cord of hope that was strangling me. I agreed to be adopted, planning to start a new life in London. But Liam, convinced I was just playing hard to get, staged a humiliating public proposal to his new girlfriend, Brittany, specifically to get a reaction out of me. At the party, he flaunted Brittany, showered her with affection, and even tried to provoke me by giving her the bouquet meant for me. Instead of crumbling, I clapped, then calmly announced to everyone that I was about to become Liam's sister. His fury was immediate. He forced me into his car, subjected me to a degrading display of intimacy with Brittany, and then abandoned me on a deserted road. Just hours later, Liam was severely injured in a car crash, ironically while protecting Brittany, and his parents asked me to stay with him at the hospital. When I found out he had been fed doctored chat logs, twisting my words to paint me as cold and manipulative, I realized his cruel game was all based on a lie. He believed it without question, destroying our 20 years of trust. He then tried to violently force me to marry him, resulting in another car crash that left him with severe, irreversible brain damage, forever trapping him in the mind of a child. But out of that darkness, I found light. In London, I met Ethan, a kind and sincere architect. We fell in love, built a life, and shared a beautiful, uncomplicated future that was more real than any dream Liam had ever promised.

The first thing I felt was the splintering pain in my back, a sharp, ugly ache. My art school interview, my one shot, was missed because a ladder slipped. Instead of concern, my adoptive parents, the Davises, stood over me and my ruined canvases, their faces masks of fury. "Stealing Emily's scholarship spot wasn't enough," my mother shrieked, "now you've sabotaged her art career? We never should have adopted you!" My father grabbed me, hauling me up despite my cry of pain, and dragged me to the attic, slamming the door shut with a deafening metallic click. The familiar dread of claustrophobia seized me. "Please," I gasped, pounding a weak fist against the door, "Please, don't. I can't… I can't breathe." But their footsteps faded, her words echoing: "She's just being dramatic." They left me there, trapped and forgotten, my pleas turning into choked sobs no one would hear. Days later, they discussed plans for Emily during their European vacation, dismissing the growing, sweet stench in the house as my mess. They never thought of me again, not for seven days, not until it was too late.

My son, Caleb, stood in my home office doorway demanding a graduation trip to Hawaii, acting as entitled as ever. I told him to ask his father for the money because I was divorcing Matthew-his reaction, laughing and saying, "Guys cheat, Mom. It's not a big deal," shattered me. The next text message, from an unknown number, linked to a Reddit post by "UnrulySon" – a private photo of me, labeled by Caleb: "My mom was a total party girl back in the day. Bet you wouldn' t guess it now." Scrolling further, I found his horrifying comments calling me "the warden" and revealing how "Aunt Nicole," my husband' s mistress, had groomed him for years to spread lies about me online, even twisting a moment I saved his life into a calculated performance. As rage boiled over, I vowed to make them all pay, starting by uncovering every single one of Nicole' s manipulations and my husband' s financial schemes.

My eyes shot open on October 12th, the day I lost everything in my last life. My sister Stella was in mortal danger from a placental abruption, her business assets frozen by a lawsuit-the exact nightmare repeating itself. Despite my desperate pleas not to, my brother-in-law Matthew called our father, Brian Clark, who was on his anniversary trip with his new wife, Debra. Instead of help, Father's voice, devoid of care, coldly accused us of manufacturing drama, hanging up and abandoning his hemorrhaging daughter. I watched, horrified, as paramedics wheeled Stella's gurney toward a public hospital, her life slipping away, while my father orchestrated betrayal, poisoning minds against us. My father just wanted us to lose everything; he said, "I don't want daughters like you." Then, a miracle: Anthony Hughes, a lawyer and old family friend, stepped in, saving Stella and exposing Debra's elaborate con to swindle my father. The powerful man who once controlled our lives was humiliated, his empire crumbled, and in a final tragic act, he killed Debra and himself. Now, holding my newborn nephew, Leo, baptized in the sunlight of a peaceful new chapter, I finally understood: the nightmare was over, and we were truly free.

Michael Peterson had it all – a thriving architecture firm, a beautiful wife Sarah, and their miracle baby, Hope, due in months after years of IVF. His life was perfect. Then a single text shattered it: Sarah had terminated their much-longed-for pregnancy. Not for medical reasons, but for Jules, her toxic college ex, who supposedly needed her after a minor motorcycle accident. Michael raced to the hospital, finding Sarah caring for Jules, who had a mere broken leg. He watched, horrified, as she defended Jules, even emptying their joint accounts to fund his 'comeback.' The facade crumbled further when Michael discovered Jules was a drug addict, and Sarah, manipulated and coerced, had become addicted herself. The abortion, he learned, was a desperate, misguided attempt to protect their baby from a drug-addicted life and Michael from criminal implications. The true cost of this betrayal hit when his fierce, supportive sister, Emily, succumbed to stress-induced aneurysm while fighting to clear his name, leaving Michael utterly alone amidst financial ruin. How could one man's insidious influence, fueled by his wife's twisted loyalty, unravel a life built on love and dreams, dragging everyone through such profound despair and ultimately claiming innocent lives? With everything lost-family, fortune, and the very hope he once cherished-Michael is left facing total annihilation. Now, stripped bare of his past, he wanders the vast, empty landscapes of America, searching for a path forward, or perhaps just a reason to keep driving. His journey has just begun, but where will it lead?

For ten years, I quietly loved Ethan Hayes, pouring my heart into him, always hoping. My vibrant sister, Veronica, lay in a coma, a silent, fragile presence in the hospital. Then, outside her room, I heard Ethan's voice, raw with devotion. He’d marry me, not for love, but only to be closer to Veronica. I was a tool, a mere placeholder. My world, like the coffee cup in my hand, shattered. Forced to save my bankrupt family and fund Veronica’s experimental treatment, I entered a cold pact: marry Marcus Thorne, a powerful, enigmatic billionaire rumored damaged. When Veronica awoke, she relentlessly sabotaged my life—my art, my future—leaving Ethan blindly defending her every cruel act. How could the man I adored betray me so utterly, while the feared "monster" I was forced to marry showed me a startling, unexpected kindness? Was my fate to be forever shadowed, misunderstood, and discarded? Yet, as Veronica’s manipulative facade crumbled and Ethan’s desperate actions turned tragic, I uncovered Marcus Thorne’s true self: a man with a hidden past linked to mine, not broken, but fiercely protective. Could this forced marriage be my unexpected path to reclaiming my life and finding a love beyond anything I’d imagined?

Two estranged lovers met again after five years. When Rita cried out her grievances in front of Ethan, he forgave her and took her back into his arms. But what he didn't know was that he had stepped right into her trap. She pushed him down into an abyss of humiliation, showered him with betrayals, and then left once again. However, as she walked away, a cruel sneer appeared on his face. He would make everyone who cheated him suffer for the rest of their lives. This time, it would be impossible for her to run from him.

The last thing Anna ever expected was to be caught up in a trap that she set herself. She had just placed herself under Vincent's radar—the most influential man in the city, a golden bachelor. He looked at her in the eye, like a hunter aiming for his prey. "Listen carefully," he said snidely, smirking. "You're mine now. The rest of your life serves to pay your price. The best way you could make up to me is to live with me."

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.

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.

Silvia lost everything in one night-her parents,her trust,and her mate. Coming home from their funeral,she found her "fated"partner,Zack,tangled with another she-wolf. "You'll always be my Luna... even if I need variety,"he said,smirking. Heartbroken but fierce,she rejected him-and turned to someone far more dangerous. "I need help,"she whispered. Sherman leaned closer,his voice like silk over steel. "I offer more than help,little wolf. I offer everything he couldn't give you." Now married to Zack's powerful half-brother,Silvia plays a deadly game of loyalty,vengeance,and survival. But Sherman Carter doesn't help for free-and as their bond deepens,truths unravel. Is Silvia just a pawn in Sherman's war? Or is she becoming the Queen who'll burn the whole pack down? When love,betrayal,and bloodlines collide,how far will one omega go to save her family-and destroy the mate who broke her soul?

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.

Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission-carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!

Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...

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.

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.