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What have I done?” The words were lost to the air and heard by no one, but she couldn’t help but repeat them over and over again as warm tears trickled down her cheeks. Everything that happened was on her shoulders. There was no one else to blame for the imbalance on Earth. She had allowed a monster to thrive, to take a place of power in the werewolf kingdom when he didn’t deserve it. He was everything that she didn’t see in a leader. Harsh. Greedy. Relentless. He had enough, but he wanted more, and she didn’t stop it. No one did, and she didn’t think they could. The people close to him loved him out of fear, and not one wolf dared to tell him where he went wrong. A bitter smile formed on her lips as she closed her sphere of magic. As the Moon Goddess, she was supposed to have ultimate control, but somehow, this was out of her reach. If she killed the wolf, there would be even more problems because so many wolves depended on him. If she didn’t kill him, the werewolf race would live on in fear and no freedom. They would be slaves chained to his existence. Anger bubbled in her chest, and she gripped her staff tightly until her knuckles were white and her veins were prominent. The infamous Alpha was ruining everything. He didn’t deserve any happiness for what he had done. Suddenly, a sinister smirk formed on her face as an idea started to form in her mind. Happiness. She snapped her fingers and transported herself to the room she needed for her plan. The Chamber of Souls. It was the place where she decided everything from birth to death for each werewolf in existence. The walls were lined floor to ceiling with narrow shelves that extended for miles. Each shelf had a row of tiny boxes on it, each containing a wolf’s soul. The Moon Goddess raised her staff to summon the one she needed, and a few seconds later, a little box flew off a shelf from the far right and into her hand in a flash. A frown formed on her face as she ran her thumb over the gold plated name on the box. Alrik Kuznetsov Such a beautiful name wasted on an evil soul. She leaned her staff against her body and opened the box up with two hands to eye the glowing, white sphere that was nestled in the cushions. It was larger than a marble but smaller than a golf ball, and the glow was bright enough to blind any other creature. That was enough to show how powerful this wolf was. His power blinded people. She grabbed her staff and placed it on the sphere, ready to put an end to the wolf’s reign with the curse she was about to place. “Cassandra!” The voice of her mate startled her from her concentration and the box toppled to the floor, causing the sphere to roll out of the cushions and to her mate. He crouched and picked up the sphere, studying it carefully as he straightened. “This is Alpha Alrik’s soul. What are you doing with it?” He asked, walking over to her and picking up the box as well. The Moon Goddess bit her lip and looked down at the sphere, “I was going to..” Her mate raised an eyebrow, “You were going to?” “I was going to curse him so he wouldn’t have a mate.” This time both his eyebrows rose in surprise, “That’s a bit shocking coming from you. You spend much of your time fawning over newly mated wolves.” “He doesn’t deserve a mate. How can anyone want someone like him? He’s poisonous to the core.” “Cassandra, I think you’re forgetting what I was like before I met you.” Her mate’s reminder made her freeze for a moment. He took that as a chance to continue, “Think about it, Cassandra. The curse could create even more problems if he takes his rage out on innocent wolves.” The Moon Goddess cocked her head and stared at her mate curiously, “Then what would you suggest? How do I stop him?” He took her hand and pressed the sphere into her palm, “I think he should have a mate, but it shouldn’t be someone who fears him and will submit to his dominant nature. If his soul is poison, his mate should be the antidote.” She took the sphere from his fingers slowly and rolled it between her own as her mind started to whirl, “Someone strong, but not cruel. A kind soul with a powerful voice. A woman whose authority matches, or perhaps even surpasses his.” “Exactly,” her mate whispered, “Like you.” She smiled softly and placed the sphere back in the box her mate was holding. It was time to stop the beast in his tracks a different way, one that would not only benefit him but all the wolves under his power. “Otis, Bertram!” Her loyal servants flew out to greet her immediately and bowed their heads, “Ms. Cassandra, what do you wish?” She gave them a small smile, “Otis, Bertram, I want you to travel down to earth to find a mate for Alpha Alrik Kuznetsov.” Their eyes widened at the name of the evil Alpha. His deeds were known around the world. “Are you sure, Ms. Cassandra?” Otis asked, clearly baffled by the request. The Moon Goddess nodded, “Yes, I am sure. It doesn’t matter what species his mate is, I want her to be as strong and vocal as he is, but for good ca

Werewolves, Shapeshifters and a mafia Capo, oh my! Life with amnesia gets even more complicated with a bounty on your head and a mysterious Alpha. Reid is like the sun in my solar system; he's a bright, burning ball of gas that will eventually implode and destroy everything. His propensity for destruction is inevitable, but he's still completely necessary to sustain life. He uncovers the dormant part of my personality and makes me feel like the sixteen years I can't remember are so close I can almost touch them. He is the singular, center of gravity in my little universe, and I am a planet that's constantly in orbit around him. I get close, but never enough to actually interact with him. If I did, the collision between a star and one of its planets would be cataclysmic. I would burn and dissolve in an instant, the nuclear reactions swallowing me whole. Even knowing this, I still I want him to ignite me more than anything. I can't stay away from the man no matter how hard I try.

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who's lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he's fucked me raw? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. "Bride for bride," he growls. "You owe me a wedding... and a womb." The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something's wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who'll fuck her senseless... even if it's the last thing she feels.

I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack. He was thirty-two minutes late. When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together. Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor. Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me. The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there. My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made. When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name. Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna. I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient. I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye. But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak. He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own. "You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me." Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow.

I was three months pregnant when the car hit me. Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!" Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away. Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go. Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child.

Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall. Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster. Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth.

For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate. But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world. "Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly. "The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit." He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient." I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth. Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side. The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival.

Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?

I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster. When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison. They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow. Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago. They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn. They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon. Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm. The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle. I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash.

Today was my thirtieth birthday. I left work early, secretly hoping my husband, Braxton, would finally remember and celebrate with me. But when I unlocked the door, the house was dark and silent. Through the terrace window, I saw him and our five-year-old daughter, Bonnie, sitting happily on a picnic blanket. Sitting across from them was Danika, holding the exact chocolate lavender cake I had wanted. "Make a wish, Auntie Danika! Daddy said all your wishes will come true!" Bonnie cheered. Braxton looked at Danika with a profound tenderness he had never, not once, shown me. My hands went numb, and my water glass slipped, shattering loudly on the marble floor. The laughter outside stopped. Braxton stepped inside, frowned at the broken glass, and pulled out his phone. "Mrs. Sullivan, there's a mess in the living room. Have it cleaned up tomorrow." He didn't call my name. He didn't even consider that his wife might be home. He just walked back out to his perfect family. Standing in the shadows, I realized I was just a ghost in my own house. My husband didn't love me, and my daughter wished another woman was her mother. The last flicker of hope in my heart completely died. I didn't scream or cry. I packed a single suitcase, signed a divorce agreement waiving all assets and custody, and walked out to build my own tech empire. They wanted a life without me. I was going to give it to them.

"This is Virella, my wife." Three years. And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me. No welcome. No touch. No recognition. Just another woman at his side, carrying his child. While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose. So I gave up. And I left. One rejection was all it took to break the bond. When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim. Now he watches me like a man drowning... Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone. The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist... "Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore." His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you."

"She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! What's the big deal if she wears a piece of your clothing?! When did you become such a vicious shrew?!" My Alpha mate protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had hijacked my bridal suite and put on my clothes. But that bridal suite was painstakingly decorated by me, and that piece of clothing was the sexy lingerie he gifted me for our one-year anniversary! When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me into the freezing psychiatric isolation ward. "Lock her up for five days! Let her starve in the dark until she crawls out begging for forgiveness!" He didn't know that in my past life, I died in that exact cell. I was forcefully injected with hallucinogens and chained to a bed. When a roaring fire engulfed the building, he kicked open the door, ignored my desperate screams, and scooped up his fake-crying mistress before rushing out. I was left to burn alive, smelling my own roasting flesh. Reborn on the exact day I was locked away, I didn't struggle. Five days later, he and his mistress stood outside the door, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a flawless mental health evaluation and a signed "Mate Rejection Form" right into his hypocritical face! "Keep the house, and keep the trash." I coldly watched him drop to his knees, gasping in agony as our soul bond violently severed, and then tossed three thousand dollars at his feet. "That's for the lingerie. Consider it charity." He scoffed, certain that an abandoned she-wolf would eventually starve on the streets. He had no idea that I already held the deadly secrets of his corrupt officials and used them to extort my first pot of gold. Next, I will build my own business empire, monopolize the pack's supply chain, and buy the absolute loyalty of his entire army. When his proud Alpha throne is completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite!