The Fallen Alpha's Secret Omega Healer

After her family went bankrupt and her father was imprisoned, Annabel had no choice but to sign a debt-repayment contract to survive. She never expected the buyer to be Julian Sharpe, her former fiancé. He didn't want her labor; he wanted her absolute degradation. He forced her into a ridiculous evening gown, parading the former heiress as his bought "canary." When she resisted his assault, he dragged her into a guest room and tied her ankle to the bedpost with a silk leash. "Remember, Annabel, from the moment you signed that contract, you have no dignity left." Julian sneered, treating her worse than a stray dog. Annabel trembled in the dark, her tears soaking the tangled fabric of her dress. She was the Beaumont princess he once swore to cherish. Why was he torturing her with such vicious, humiliating hatred? She thought her life was completely over, trapped in this beautiful cage with no way out. Until the bedroom door was violently kicked open. Landon Carlisle, Julian's terrifyingly powerful cousin and the true master of the estate, stepped through the frame. He lifted Julian by the throat, threw him aside like a piece of trash, and quietly knelt on the floor to untie her leash. "Let her go." Landon ordered, his cold gray eyes locking onto her terrified blue ones, and Annabel realized her fate had just taken a drastic, unpredictable turn.

For three years, I was trapped in a deep coma after taking a fatal silver bullet to save my fated mate, Alpha Jaxon. But the day my rare White Wolf bloodline finally woke me up, I received a photo of him smiling brightly, holding a newborn pup next to a low-ranking Omega. He claimed it was a biological accident during his heat and demanded I accept the child as the pack's heir. When I refused to bow to his manipulative mistress, he used his absolute Alpha Command to force toxic Wolfsbane down my throat, nearly killing me again just to extract a false confession. Worse, to appease her jealousy, he allowed my best friend to be locked in a silver death cell with starving rogues. I arrived just in time to watch a rogue tear her arm completely off her shoulder. I had sacrificed my life and endured years of darkness for a man who replaced me while I was dying, empowering his new lover to mutilate the only person who still stood by me. "My bloodline refuses to be bound to filth." Standing before the Elders' Council, I unleashed my ancient aura and permanently shattered our sacred soul contract. I didn't just walk away in tears. I turned to the shadows and accepted the waiting hand of the Lycan King, ready to turn Jaxon's entire territory to ash. But revenge has a price—and the Lycan King has secrets of his own.

The anesthesia was a useless veil. Gisele felt the searing slice of the scalpel as she gave birth to triplets. But the woman leaning over her wasn't a caring friend. Kasey Mack's eyes burned with triumphant cruelty as she whispered a deadly truth. Caden Sterling—the babies' father—had just issued a global kill order against Gisele. "You and your bastards are going to disappear," Kasey sneered. Caden's heavy footsteps echoed outside the door, his cold voice demanding her corpse. Bleeding and desperate, Gisele forced her way to a narrow linen chute. But her torn body was too weak to carry all three infants. With a heart-shattering sob, she was forced to abandon her firstborn son in the incubator, sliding into the dark abyss with her twins just as Caden stormed the room. An explosion swallowed the clinic, leaving the world to believe Gisele Beaumont had burned to ashes. For six long years, the agony of leaving her child behind and the absolute injustice of Kasey stealing her life to play Caden's savior burned in her veins. Why did he ruthlessly order the death of his own flesh and blood? Now, her scars are gone. Gisele has returned to New York under a new identity: Dr. Thea, a brilliant medical researcher. She is going to infiltrate Caden's empire, cure her sick daughter, and take back the son they stole from her. The reckoning has just begun.

Two years of a loveless marriage. Ten months left on the contract. He publicly humiliated her. Hired private investigators to threaten her family. Swore he'd never touch her. "Don't ever forget your place, Chloe." So she broke him with six words: "All I feel for you is disgust." She thought she was finally free. That night, Julian showed up at her door with a moving truck. "Open up, Chloe. I live here now." The husband who couldn't stand her... can't seem to let her go.

I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen. But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg. She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini. "I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog." Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull. Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage. She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic. "He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!" When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever. My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust. I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle. I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes. This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.

Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty. But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire. Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner. But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away. Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker. "Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms. She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself.