Cursed Alpha's Witch Mate

I work at an orphanage, on my way home, I was robbed by an old woman and became a sex slave of two men, they tortured me, tutored me, and made me come one after another

My mother forces me to replace my cousin Amy in the alpha's consort selection. In my first life, I was cast aside, but now, I vow to reclaim what's mine. I outwit my family, seizing back my father's legacy and standing up to their cruelty. As I navigate the palace and werewolf politics, I embrace my Smith blood, becoming a warrior. I expose Amy's schemes, face down the Fourth Prince's treachery, and rise as the first female Wolf General. In the end, I confront my mother and Amy's downfall, forging my own path under the moon, no longer a pawn but a force to be reckoned with.

Daphne Sinclair, the "prized she-wolf" of House Sinclair, is bound to Theodore Ashford, heir of the Ashford pack, in a bitter, hate-filled union. After being tortured and killed by mountain rogues-abandoned by Theodore, her parents, and even her adoptive sister Cordelia-she's granted 10 days back to sever her earthly ties. Reborn, she finds Theodore celebrating her "death" with Cordelia, the woman he truly loves. Mocked as a liar and attention-seeker, Daphne is forced to confront the cruelty of those she once begged for love: a mate who sent her a coffin, parents who dismissed her suffering, and a sister who stole her life. As she races to break free from her obsessions, Daphne uncovers dark truths-her kidnapping, Cordelia's deceit, and the hollow lies of her past. With each shattered bond, she inches toward peace. but Theodore, finally awakening to his loss, refuses to let her go. Can she escape the chains of a love that destroyed her, or will death's second chance trap her forever?

I was callously cast into the depths of a hellish prison by my mate, Alpha Jacob, and my own brothers. In that nightmarish place, my body became a canvas of horror as one by one, my organs were brutally removed, leaving me a broken and bleeding mess. Not a single organ in my body remained whole. Even after I was finally released from that living nightmare, my adopted sister, Elisa, continued to torment me with a sadistic glee. But then, like a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights, my childhood sweetheart, Nill, arrived. He unearthed the truth. By then, the torture had taken a toll on my mind, and I lost my memory. My mate and brothers, now faced with the consequences of their actions, were filled with regret. Their pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears. Fortunately, I found solace and love in Nill's arms. He became my true mate

Quinn's life shatters when she learns Alpha Xavier Slater, her mate, drugged her to forget him for his adoptive sister Yvonne's fake cancer wish. Discovering Yvonne lied about her illness and Xavier's complicity in hurting her, Quinn's love turns to hate. After enduring his abuse and witnessing his betrayal, she escapes to bond with Byron Rutledge, an old flame. Xavier, realizing Yvonne's deception and his mistake, desperately tries to win Quinn back, but she rejects him, revealing she'd been his drug test subject. With Byron's support, Quinn burns bridges with Xavier, ready for a fresh start free from his lies.

When the pack was attacked, chaos erupted. Bran's favorite girl abandoned him, fleeing like the others, leaving him broken and alone. I stayed. With my suitcase in hand, I chose him over my own safety, nursing him back to strength while the pack crumbled around us. Three years passed. I endured his anger, his coldness, believing my loyalty would matter. But then she returned-the one who left him to die. He welcomed her back like nothing had happened, his rage shifting fully to me. I had given him everything, yet he left me with nothing but heartbreak. So, I left. I walked into a new pack, hoping for a fresh start, and found Alpha Steven. One look, and my wolf whispered the truth: Mate.

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.

She gave him her heart, her trust, and even her family's company. In return, he took her father's life - and tried to steal her kidney for her cousin. When Freya dies on the cold operating table, she wakes up... reborn - in another so-called useless orphan girl's body. But death left her with more than scars- Now, whispers of the future echo in her mind, guiding her revenge... Surrounded by greedy relatives and deadly schemes, she's ready to fight back. What she didn't expect? To accidentally fall into the bed of Leander-the nation's most feared, most unattainable billionaire. He's cold, ruthless, untouchable. But after that one night... he wants her. Her body. Her revenge. Her hand in marriage. Now, they're not just husband and wife by contract. They're partners in revenge.

In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.

The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever. He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me. My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills. Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight. Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter.

The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave. At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety. As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers. "Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in. That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission. Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away.

Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."