Camille Jones has spent her life as the lowest-ranking member of the Moonfall Pack, quietly enduring the scorn of those who consider her weak. But everything changes when she discovers her fated mate: Joffrey Smith, the ruthless Alpha. Her heart soars with the hope of escape, of finally being seen and loved. Instead, he rejects her in front of the entire pack, shattering her dreams and leaving her broken. Determined to move on, Camille fights to reclaim her life, but the mate bond lingers, haunting them both. Joffrey may have rejected her, but he can't deny the pull that ties them together. As Camille's hidden powers begin to surface, she realizes her destiny might be far greater than she imagined. And Joffrey? He'll do anything to keep her under his control, even as he's forced to confront the one thing he fears most: losing her. In a world where fate is a double-edged sword, Camille must find her own strength or risk being trapped forever by the Alpha who rejected her. Can she turn her rejection into her greatest weapon, or will her heart lead her back into the arms of the man who betrayed her?
The moon hung high over the dense forest, casting a silver veil over the clearing where the Moonfall Pack's estate lay in eerie silence. Camille Jones moved quietly through the shadows, her footsteps light, almost ghostly, as she made her way to the back of the packhouse. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a familiar comfort that did little to soothe her nerves tonight.
It was the night of the Mating Ceremony, an event where unmated wolves would gather, driven by the primal pull of fate in search of their destined partners. Camille should have felt excitement, a sense of hope even, but all she felt was dread. She was nothing more than a caretaker here, a role she'd been relegated to since she was old enough to scrub floors. Her rank was low, her presence mostly ignored, except when the higher-ranking wolves needed a target for their amusement.
The sound of laughter drifted through the night, echoing from the grand hall where the pack had gathered. Camille could see glimpses of them through the large windows: the women in their silk dresses, the men dressed sharply, exuding power and authority. She lingered outside, feeling every bit the outsider she was.
"Camille!" A sharp voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned to see Elara, one of the pack's enforcers, glaring at her with thinly veiled disdain. "What are you doing skulking around out here? Get inside and make yourself useful. The Alpha doesn't want to see you loitering."
Camille bowed her head. "Yes, Elara," she whispered, stepping aside as the woman brushed past her, the scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air.
Inside the packhouse, the atmosphere was electric. The mingling scents of dozens of werewolves filled her nose-cologne, alcohol, and the distinct musk of power. Camille kept her gaze down, slipping through the room unnoticed as she collected empty glasses and trays. Her movements were quick and practiced; she'd become adept at blending into the background.
"Look who it is, the little omega rat," a sneering voice said.
Camille flinched but didn't look up. It was Derek, the Beta's son, and his friends. They took pleasure in tormenting her, knowing she was too weak to fight back.
"Cleaning up our mess as usual, huh, Camille?" Derek continued, leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Why don't you run along before someone gets the wrong idea and thinks you're here to find a mate?"
Laughter rippled through the group. Camille forced a smile, a thin, strained curve of her lips, and ducked her head. "Of course, Derek," she muttered before slipping away, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
She retreated to the kitchen, her hands shaking as she set the empty glasses on the counter. The voices of the party guests faded to a distant hum, replaced by the rapid pounding of her heart. Why did she still hope? Why did she still dream that tonight could be different, that she might find her mate and escape this life of servitude?
Taking a deep breath, she leaned against the sink, closing her eyes. The bond-the one every werewolf felt when they met their mate-was something she'd dreamed of her entire life. It was supposed to be the one thing no one could take from her, the one thing that would finally lift her out of this darkness.
She didn't hear him enter, didn't sense his presence until she felt a hand grip her arm, spinning her around. Camille's eyes flew open, locking onto a pair of ice-blue eyes that burned with something dark and unreadable.
Alpha Joffrey.
The room seemed to shrink around her, the air turning cold despite the warmth of the night. Joffrey Smith was a towering figure, his dark hair falling loosely around his sharp, angular face. He looked down at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
"You," he growled, his voice low and rough. "What are you doing in here?"
Camille's breath caught in her throat. The mate bond hit her like a wave-strong, undeniable, a sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her heart pounded, her wolf stirring inside her with an excitement she'd never experienced.
He was her mate.
But there was no look of joy or relief on his face. Instead, his expression twisted into something like fury. He released her arm as if the touch burned him, taking a step back.
"No," Joffrey spat, his eyes narrowing. "This can't be right."
Camille's mouth opened, but no words came out. The rejection she saw in his eyes was like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of her lungs.
"You're my mate?" His tone was incredulous, laced with disgust. He looked her up and down, his lip curling. "You, an omega?"
The room spun, her vision blurring. Camille felt as though the ground had been pulled out from under her feet. "Joffrey," she whispered, barely able to get his name out. "You... you're my mate."
"No," he snarled, loud enough that the sound carried through the room, drawing the attention of several nearby pack members. "I, Joffrey Smith, Alpha of the Moonfall Pack, reject you, Camille Jones, as my mate."
The words hit her like a physical blow, stealing her breath and leaving her staggering. Pain lanced through her chest, sharper than any wound she'd ever experienced. The bond, the very thing she'd longed for, shattered into a thousand pieces.
She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "Why?" she whispered. "Why would you do this?"
Joffrey's eyes were cold, his expression unreadable. "Because you are nothing," he said simply. "A weak, pathetic omega. You are not worthy to stand by my side."
He turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, broken and alone. The room buzzed with whispers, eyes filled with pity and scorn watching her. Camille clutched her chest, gasping for air as the pain of the rejection consumed her. She stumbled back, her vision dimming, and the last thing she saw was the mocking smile on Derek's face before everything went dark
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Ava Sinclair thought she had buried her past. Five years after a whirlwind romance with billionaire playboy Julian Drake ended in heartbreak, she's built a quiet life for herself and her son, Ethan. Her bakery, Sweet Reverie, is her sanctuary until Julian strolls back into her life, unknowingly upending everything she's fought to protect. Julian has spent years chasing success, but the thrill of power and wealth has begun to feel hollow. When he runs into Ava, the woman he never truly forgot, he's determined to win her back. But what he doesn't know is that he left more than just a broken heart behind he left a son. As Julian and Ava are drawn back together, old wounds resurface, and secrets threaten to unravel. Complicating matters is Harold Kent, Ava's scheming landlord, whose sinister agenda could destroy everything Ava holds dear. With love, betrayal, and redemption on the line, Julian must prove he's more than the reckless billionaire Ava once knew. But can Ava trust him with her heart and their son's future?
Elena Monroe has always believed that ambition trumps emotion. As a rising star in the world of financial journalism, she's built her career uncovering the secrets of the wealthy elite-without ever getting too close. But when she's assigned to investigate Nicholas Hastings, the enigmatic billionaire known for his ruthless business tactics, her carefully constructed world begins to crumble. Nick Hastings doesn't let anyone into his life, and for good reason. His empire was built on grit, sacrifice, and an unshakable focus on success. Love? That's a distraction he can't afford. But Elena's sharp wit and fierce determination chip away at the walls he's built, leaving him questioning everything he thought he knew about power and control. As Elena delves deeper into Nick's world, she uncovers a dangerous secret-one that could either save him or destroy everything he's worked for. Torn between her duty to expose the truth and her growing feelings for the man behind the mask, Elena faces an impossible choice. In a world where money always comes first, can love find a way to rewrite the rules? Or will ambition and betrayal tear them apart forever?
Lila Monroe has spent her life playing the game of wealth and power, using her beauty and cunning to secure the lifestyle she deserves. As a gold digger, love has never been part of the plan. That is, until one reckless night with Adrian Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire with a heart colder than his steel empire, changes everything. When Lila discovers she's pregnant, she sees a golden opportunity but Adrian sees right through her. He's been burned by a gold digger before, and he won't be fooled again. What starts as a battle of wits and wills quickly turns into something far more dangerous, as their undeniable chemistry pulls them closer than either of them can resist. Caught between hate, betrayal, and a secret that could destroy them both, Lila and Adrian are forced to confront the truth about their pasts and what they truly want. But when trust is shattered and hearts are laid bare, will they find a way to forgive, or will they tear each other apart in a bid for control?
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
The Billionaire Betrayed Wife follows Rachael Morgan, an orphan whose search for love leads her into the ruthless world of the Blackwood family. Betrayed by her husband and tormented by her adoptive sister, Rachael's life spirals into chaos when she's cast out and left to survive on the streets, pregnant and alone. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious savior from her past rescues her, giving her the chance to heal and rebuild. Years later, she returns stronger, armed with a fierce desire for revenge. With her son by her side, Rachael will stop at nothing to destroy those who shattered her trust-even if it means risking everything to reclaim her life and her power.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.