The Alpha's Unwanted Daughter Returns for Blood

For twelve years, I was the shame of the Silver Moon Pack. A Luna who never shifted, a barren wife who couldn't give Alpha Ivan an heir. I thought my body was broken. But on my thirtieth birthday, I learned I wasn't sick. I was being murdered. Tracking Ivan to a downtown gallery, I expected to catch him in a lie about work. Instead, I saw him playing father to a child that wasn't mine, while his mistress looked on with a smirk. Then, I heard my own father’s voice booming through the thin glass. "If that White Wolf blood of hers ever woke up, she'd destroy us all. Better she dies a sickly Omega." My husband, my Fated Mate, didn't defend me. He just checked his watch. "She smells of death already. The Wolfsbane in her tea will finish her off during the fireworks tonight. Then we can finally replace the mule." My knees hit the floor. For five years, the "medicine" they forced down my throat wasn't a cure. It was poison designed to suppress my Supreme rank. They didn't hate me because I was weak; they were killing me because I was stronger than all of them combined. I drove back to the mansion, my sadness hardening into cold rage. I poured the lethal tea down the sink and picked up the microphone for the Pack Gathering. They were expecting a funeral tonight. I was about to give them a public execution.

I worked seventy-hour weeks for my family's company, thinking my stepfamily and fiancé actually cared about me. But at a high-society gala, my stepsister handed me a glass of spiked champagne. Minutes later, I was drugged and fleeing from their hired security. I hid in a dark penthouse suite, only to be brutally pinned to the wall and assaulted by a feverish stranger. When I stumbled home the next morning in my torn dress, my stepfather threw fake photos of me with different men right in my face. "You worthless slut. You're out of the trust and you get nothing." My fiancé looked at me with pure disgust, broke off our engagement, and immediately wrapped his arm around my fake-crying stepsister. They kicked me out into the freezing rain with absolutely nothing. Worse, they deliberately leaked the fake scandal to my grandmother, triggering a fatal heart attack, and forced me to sign away my mother's company right outside the hospital morgue. I lost my family, my wealth, and my dignity all in one night. I couldn't understand how the people I loved and worked so hard for could orchestrate such a meticulous, vicious trap just to erase me completely. Four years later, I stepped out of the airport as a top-tier neurosurgeon, holding the hands of my genius twins. This time, I am taking back everything they stole, and every last one of them will pay.

Nia Sinclair walked into the Waldorf Astoria bridal suite to give her fiancé a pre-wedding gift. Instead, she found him tangled in the sheets with her stepsister, Cortney. She calmly recorded the betrayal, threw her diamond ring on the table, and canceled the engagement. But the nightmare was just beginning. Her stepmother, Geraldine, who had secretly drained the Sinclair family trust fund and caused their bankruptcy, confronted Nia in the hotel lobby. When Nia publicly exposed Geraldine's theft and Cortney's illegitimate birth to the Manhattan elite, the mother-daughter duo decided to destroy her completely. They bribed a waiter to slip GHB into Nia's water. Within minutes, her vision blurred, her limbs went numb, and her phone was stolen by a coordinated team. She stumbled into a dark service alley, only to be ambushed by a muscular thug with a switchblade and zip-ties. As the drug paralyzed her nervous system and the cold steel sliced her shoulder, Nia slumped against the brick wall. She had lost her family, her fortune, and now her life, all because she dared to speak the truth. She couldn't fight back anymore. Was she really going to die in this filthy alley just to keep their dirty secrets safe? Just as the thug raised the zip-ties, the heavy metal door exploded open. Axel Sterling, the ruthless tech billionaire, stepped out of the shadows with an aura of pure violence. He shattered the attacker's face in seconds, gently scooped Nia's bleeding body into his arms, and made a vow. "I will burn the Sterling family to the ground for this."

I was the heiress to the Sterling Group, engaged to Brook, the ultimate Wall Street savior who stepped in with emergency capital when my family's company faced sudden bankruptcy. But one morning, I accidentally answered his hidden burner phone. It was my sweet best friend, Chelsey. Through the speaker, I heard them laughing about how they successfully framed my brother for an eight-year federal prison sentence just to get the Sterling heir out of the way. Worse, Brook casually admitted he had bribed the nurses at the private facility to swap my father's life-saving heart medication with placebos. "Nature will take its course," he said coldly. He was paying to let my father die so he could drain my last architectural patents, transfer them to his own enterprise, and kick me to the curb. Seconds later, Brook walked into the bedroom, brushed my hair behind my ear, and lovingly called me his sleeping beauty. A wave of pure, physical nausea crashed over me. The man I was about to marry, the man the media praised as a fiercely devoted hero, was the monster orchestrating my family's complete destruction. Tears were a luxury I could no longer afford. I didn't scream, and I didn't confront him. Instead, I washed my face, slid the five-carat diamond ring back onto my finger, and drove straight to his headquarters. If he wanted to use my family's tragedy to build his empire, I would play the perfect, broken fiancée—right until I burned it all to the ground.

Rain lashed against the twisted metal as Hallie lay pinned in the wreckage of her car, her chest crushed and fading fast. The paramedic found her phone and desperately dialed her husband, Aidan. "Your wife has been in a severe car crash! We're losing her!" the paramedic shouted over the storm. A harsh, mocking laugh came through the speaker. "Tell her this is a pathetic way to stop the divorce," Aidan sneered. "I do not have time for her crazy games." The line went dead, and Hallie's heart flatlined. Separated from her body, Hallie's ghost was forced to witness the horrific aftermath of her own death. Her mother refused to claim her corpse because there was no insurance payout, telling the hospital to throw her in a ditch. Pulled back to her penthouse, she found Aidan gently holding her sister, Cecile. Cecile sobbed about Hallie's "fake crash" in Aidan's arms, but the moment he looked away, a wicked smirk of victory spread across her face. Cecile was the predator, and Aidan was her willing protector. He even ordered Hallie's brilliant, life's-work sketchbook to be thrown into an industrial shredder, giving all her corporate resources to fund Cecile's debut. Hovering in the cold air, Hallie watched her three years of devotion turn to ash. She was treated like garbage, a mere stepping stone for her sister's rise. But just as her soul turned to ice, Aidan's face suddenly grew paranoid. "Check her medical records," Aidan ordered his assistant coldly. "Find out who is helping her fake this injury." Hallie's invisible spirit shivered with a dark, vengeful anticipation. What would her arrogant husband do when his relentless digging finally uncovered her cold, dead body?

Four years ago, Ashlee Maddox was ripped away from her wealthy Boston family and forged into a lethal black-ops commander. Now, her estranged parents were suddenly begging their long-lost daughter to come home. But the heartwarming reunion was a complete lie. They didn't love her; they just needed her grandfather's massive trust fund to save their failing company. The moment she arrived, the setup began. Her parents hired paparazzi to capture her looking unhinged, treating her like a stray dog while treating her adopted sister, Averi, like a princess. Averi faked injuries, tried to steal Ashlee's car, and threw tantrums to play the victim. During a family dinner, her father tried to trick her into signing away her entire fortune. When that failed, Averi planted a diamond necklace in Ashlee's coat, screaming for help to frame her for theft. They planned to declare her mentally unstable to legally seize control of her assets. They thought she was just a naive, broken girl they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea they were trying to gaslight a top-tier military predator who had just blown a ghost operative off a cliff with a heavy sniper rifle. Ashlee didn't panic or cry. She calmly shoved the diamond necklace into Averi's mouth and shattered her father's leg with a single vicious kick. "This is the last time you try to touch my money." Leaving her family terrified and broken in the hallway, she walked out of the mansion. The family trash was dealt with; now, it was time to hunt down the real enemy hiding in her city.