The Ice Prince's Runaway Fiancée

Tomorrow was my formal presentation to the Pack. But my mother forced me to hide my true scent and take the place of my dead twin sister, Celeste, to fulfill a mating contract with the Supreme Alpha. "It's only right she gets to experience the glory of being a Luna through you," my mother had said smoothly. Because my soul did not match the name on the registry, the Alpha's Marking bite caused a violent, agonizing physical rejection. As my blood boiled and my body slowly died, my family did absolutely nothing to save me. My father and brother only cared about the Pack's political alliance, enabling my mother's twisted madness. She had even secretly built an underground cell lined with toxic silver right next to my sister's grave. She wanted to chain me in the dark, letting the deadly metal slowly burn my flesh until I died beside her favorite child. Until my last agonizing breath, I didn't understand. Why did she look at me like a murderer just because I survived the accident that took Celeste's life? Why was my entire family so willing to bury me alive just to comfort a ghost? Opening my eyes again, the Moon Goddess had pulled me back through time. I was back in the stormy week before my eighteenth birthday. This time, I will not be a sacrifice, and the supreme White Wolf inside me will tear their lies to shreds.

I was the useless Omega of the pack, the ultimate disgrace of our family. My mother, the pack's Chief Healer, treated my sister Ivy like a precious jewel, but threw me into the Sunless Forest to rot. I died in that freezing mud, but during a continent-wide Tribunal, a captured Rogue revealed the horrific truth of my death. Ivy didn't just want me exiled; she wanted me to suffer. She paid the Rogue to watch as she beat me with a silver whip, then she drugged our mother with a heavy dose of Dreamweed. Under the drug's mind-control, Ivy pointed at my bleeding body and told our mother I was an infected beast. My own mother, a master of anatomy, used her silver surgical knife to chop me into pieces while I was still breathing. As a spirit, I watched my mother angrily dig up my grave, desperate to prove I was faking my death to ruin them. But when they pulled my skull from the dirt, a blinding magic revealed the ultimate irony. I was never a useless Omega. I was a legendary White Wolf, the most sacred bloodline in existence. My mother had personally butchered the very miracle she obsessed over. Watching her go completely insane from the horrific guilt, and seeing my sister dragged to the agonizing Silver Abyss, I felt absolutely nothing. "I reject you as my mother, and I reject this bloodline." I turned my back on their screams, stepped into the Moon Goddess's light, and opened my eyes as a newborn in a family that actually loved me.

Chloe signed a humiliating medical proxy and married the ruthless billionaire Julian Kensington, enduring his abuse just to pay for her dying grandmother's life support. But one night, smelling of whiskey and rage, Julian shoved her violently to the cold marble floor. The brutal impact caused Chloe to miscarry their eight-week-old baby. Instead of remorse, Julian looked at her bleeding on the hospital bed and called her a defective biological asset. To secure his CEO position, he threatened to unplug her grandmother's ventilator if she didn't smile and play the perfect, healthy wife in front of his family. He cut off her credit cards, forced her to sleep on a freezing chaise lounge while her body was still recovering, and allowed his sister to mock her daily. Worse, Julian openly prepared a luxury welcome for his returning ex-lover, Eris. He even stood by and watched coldly as sleazy businessmen tried to humiliate Chloe at a work dinner. Sitting alone in the dark penthouse, Chloe couldn't understand how the man who had heroically saved her from a shipwreck seven years ago had become this soulless monster. Why did he treat her like garbage, yet refuse to let her go? When she saw the flight itinerary proving Julian was clearing his schedule for his true love, the last shred of Chloe's hope turned to ash. She wiped her dry eyes, pulled out her phone, and texted the best lawyer in the city. "I'm ready. Let's meet tomorrow."

Sera was the obedient, spoiled Hollywood socialite of the Beaumont family, completely devoted to her fiancé, Ethan. But her life ended in a freezing Eastern European warehouse, chained to a damp concrete floor. Right before she died, her captors shoved the transfer documents in her face. Ethan had sold her to human traffickers to cover his massive underground gambling debts. While she suffered in absolute hell, her adoptive mother went on national television. She squeezed out fake tears, publicly framing Sera for stealing family funds and eloping with a secret lover. Sera's reputation was completely destroyed, and she was left to die a miserable, agonizing death in the dark. She didn't understand why her family treated her like a disposable piece of trash. She understood even less how the man who promised to marry her could hand her over to monsters without a second thought. When she opened her eyes again, the biting cold and heavy iron chains were gone. She was back five years in the past. She was lying on a hotel bed, her limbs heavy with date-rape drugs, while a predatory Hollywood director hovered inches from her face. It was the exact "exclusive audition" Ethan had arranged to exploit her for the very first time. Sera didn't scream. With lethal, practiced precision, she shattered the director's wrist and brought a heavy crystal ashtray down on his skull. The bleeding man collapsed onto the carpet and whimpered. "Ethan promised... he said you'd be compliant..." Staring at his pathetic face, a cold, predatory smile stretched across Sera's lips. This time, she was going to systematically dismantle their lives.

I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me. Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead. I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind. But I was completely wrong. My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron. My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman. My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density. They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.

Aileen transmigrated into a dark, unfinished novel as the villainous, abusive wife of a powerful billionaire. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband's calloused hand was crushing her throat, and her six-year-old stepson was pointing a box cutter at her face, screaming for her to die. A cold system voice suddenly exploded in her brain, forcing a mandatory mission: save the villainous father and son, or face immediate death. To survive the system's strict Out-Of-Character warnings, Aileen had to keep playing the role of the deranged, hateful wife. She was despised by everyone. Her husband threatened to drag her to an asylum, and her terrified stepson scrubbed the floor with his own pajamas just to avoid her wrath. Things escalated when the novel's original female lead publicly framed Aileen in Central Park, throwing herself onto the grass and clutching her pregnant belly. "She pushed me. She tried to hurt the baby!" Archer rushed over, shoved Aileen aside with absolute disgust, and looked at her with the eyes of a murderer. Aileen felt a bitter wave of exhaustion. She had discovered the original owner's hidden antipsychotic pills; the woman wasn't just evil, she was severely mentally ill and completely broken by this loveless marriage. Yet, no one cared, and her husband would always choose to believe his childhood sweetheart's fake tears. Since everyone in this world was convinced she was an unpredictable lunatic, she decided to give them exactly what they expected. Aileen turned her back on the ridiculous scene, a cold smile forming on her lips. She was going to stage a massive, undeniable psychological breakdown, using her "insanity" as the perfect shield to play the system and rewrite her fate.