I am a Luna, but the Alpha doesn’t love me. Of course, being reborn, I can’t possibly love him again. In my last life, I was infatuated with him, but he tore me apart. In this new life, not only will I tear him apart, but I will also annihilate his entire pack! Freya Everhart couldn’t believe it, no matter what, that on the day of her mate-bonding ritual with her lover, she would be sent to prison by her own Mate!
My brother had always hated me. Once, he wished for me to die. Later, his wish came true, and I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. However, he regretted it. In the end, I was dead. With a smile, I died right in front of him.
My ex-boyfriend had been hit on the head by a falling object, and his intellect was equivalent to an eight-year-old child. For the sake of money, I complied with his request to shave his beard. He said that he wanted to be hugged and kissed for a good night like the other children on TV. I bore with his demands. Afraid of the dark night, he wanted to sleep with me on my bed. Once again, for the sake of money, I went with him. However, I couldn’t stand that he stole my leggings!
I lost my sight. But this morning, miraculously, I could see again. I wanted to tell my parents the good news, but I found a crumpled up tissue under my bed. There was a message on the tissue: Don’t tell them you can see.
Felix saved my life and took me in when I was ten. So, when he asked me to go to jail for Yulia, I did. “I’ll marry you once you’re out,” he said. Three years later, I was released. He held a grand wedding for me. But I told him, “Sorry… but I don’t want to marry you anymore.” Right in front of everyone, I jumped off the tallest bridge.
Being a werewolf and getting rejected by mate is like having the heart ripped out. My mate hasn’t flat out rejected me, but it’s not all rainbows and sunshine either. I’m only good enough to be his side piece, his mistress. On the day they were crowned as the Alpha King and Queen, I stood in the crowd, watching the glorious celebration as the girl who once had a shot at being the future Queen was now labeled as nothing more than the “Alpha King’s mistress”.
His serpent-like tail wrapped around me, and he whispered in my ear, “You’ve locked me up for so long. Now, it’s your turn…” I was one of the top biologists in the Institute of Biology. After the experiment had failed, I was abducted by the snake-human hybrid I had created with my own two hands…
I got cancer, but my boyfriend didn’t know it. He gave up his dream university for me. He had also run to another woman anxiously without attending to me first when I had a car accident. I died. I died the day he watched fireworks abroad with his female secretary.
Lanie Today was the day I lost my freedom forever. “Oh my god. I can’t believe it! It’s finally time!” My best friend Mindy stormed into my bedroom. I loved her enthusiasm typically, but today wasn’t the day for it. I’d been dreading the mating ceremony for years. But now that I was eighteen, there was no way around it. Due to the shortage of she-wolves, I’d be assigned to my two mates today. And they could be anyone—from a neighboring pack, or guys I went to school with who had also just turned eighteen. And getting mated to any of the guys I went to school with? Gag me. And not in the sexy way. No one knew how the elders decided who was mated to who. And sure, some people ended up okay, like my mom and my dads. But sometimes? Sometimes it wasn’t so great. And the elders? They didn’t care. Once a woman was assigned to her mates, that was it for her. The only way out was death. And in that case? Lucky guys! They got a new mate. After all, the purpose was to rebuild the clans after the Great War, so basically, we she-wolves became nothing but incubators. Yay. I’d find a way out. Eventually. There was no way I was going to just spend the rest of my life having two men using me as their own personal sex toy. “You look like you’re going to prison or off to war or something right.” Mindy frowned at me. “I am.” * * * “Last Fall’s mating ceremony resulted in the birth of seven pups, and last Spring’s mating ceremony has resulted in three pregnancies so far. We hope this Fall’s ceremony will be just as fruitful.” The head elder, Aldon, gave a small nod of approval from his place on the stage set up in the middle of the town square. Polite applause sounded. This whole thing made me want to barf. But I wouldn’t dare do anything that could bring embarrassment to my family. The elders were known to be a bit…catty…with their assignments if someone displeased them. My sister was due to be mated in just a couple of years, and I would slice my own throat before I ever did something to compromise her fate. Mindy practically vibrated with excitement beside me, her gaze focused intently on the stage, her hand in mine. I gave her hand a little squeeze. I hoped we would get to stay in the same town. Being near her would help me through whatever came, even if I was separated from my family. “Pay attention,” Mindy hissed. “They’re starting now.” “Lanie Stanton!” Oh, shit. Why did I have to be first?
Lanie I took a deep breath and walked up onto the stage. My heart felt like it was about to beat right through my ribs. Dear gods, please don’t let me faint. Please, please, please don’t let me faint. I stood next to Elder Aldon and looked out into the crowd, above their heads, not seeing anything or anyone as my eyes fuzzed over. “Lanie Stanton, it is my pleasure to announce that you have been mated to Alpha Xander, and his Beta, Zane.” Wait, what? I was mated to the Alpha and his Beta? No, that couldn’t be right. Everyone knew they were both completely head over heels for Alice. Everyone expected the elders would mate her to them. I looked back over at Elder Aldon, who was staring at me. “Ex…Excuse me. I don’t think I heard you. Could you repeat that?” Elder Aldon stepped closer to me, so his black robe hid the fact that he grabbed my forearm roughly, his bony fingertips digging into my flesh. “You. Heard. What. I. Said.” He punctuated every word with a puff of onions-and-coffee breath, his grip on my arm increasing. I feared he would draw blood. “Go,” he growled, shoving me forward. I swallowed down my fear and turned to face Alpha Xander and Beta Zane, who were sitting on the other side of the stage. I did my best to hold my head high as I took slow, steady steps toward Xander and Zane—who were both looking at me with a mixture of pain and anger on their faces, their mouths contorted in snarls. Their wolves shined behind their eyes, and they glared at me. Xander’s hands were gripping the arms of his chair, looking almost as if he could snap the wood right off. They looked terrifying, and I wanted to run as far away as I could. I made it across the stage and stood in front of them, bowing my head slightly as I waited for them to speak, to tell me what to do. Because…they owned me now. *** Xander This. Would. Not. Stand. The elders had made a mistake, and I would force him to fix it immediately. If being Alpha stood for anything, Zane and I would at least get the match we wanted. “You’ve clearly made a mistake, Elder Aldon,” I said, my wolf rising closer to the surface, roiling with anger. “I assure you, we have not, Alpha Xander.” Aldon lifted his chin, his pointy nose tilted up like a pig sniffing for food. He disgusted me. This match disgusted me. I stood, shoving the little twit of a girl aside and walking toward Aldon, ignoring her gasp as she stumbled. As I towered over him, he backed up a step. “Sir… Alpha…the choice has been decided. Once it has been written, it cannot be undone.” “Anything can be undone.”
Xander I looked out at Alice. Tears streamed down her beautiful face, and her blue eyes screamed at me in agony. My heart sped up, and I wanted to go comfort her, tell her everything would be okay. Instead, I looked back to Zane and opened our mind link. “Go to her,” I told him. In seconds, he was by her side, holding her and whispering words of reassurance to her. My chest ached looking at them. That was my future. Me, my Beta, and Alice against the world, raising our pups, raising the next Alpha of the Constantine Clan. I turned back to Aldon, allowing my wolf to show its claws. “You will undo it. Find a way,” I commanded. Aldon’s wolf flashed in his eyes, along with something else I couldn’t place. But he looked off to the side out into the crowd and then backed down. Had he been in wolf form, his tail would have been between his legs. “Please, Alpha. Can we speak about this privately, and let us finish the rest of the mating ceremony?” I could barely hear him, and I scented his fear. “Finish the mating ceremony. Now.” I turned to go back to my seat. “Stay down there with her. And I swear to god, if he calls her to mate with someone, I’ll have his head,” I spoke to Zane. The fact that she was twenty and hadn’t yet been mated wasn’t lost on anyone. Alice had been treated horribly by many others in the pack for it, but I’d worked hard to sway the elders to put it off. Elder Aldon continued. “Next up, Alice Fabine. Mated to Gregory Bjorn and Lucas Spindler.” *** Zane I was going to kill him. I was going to jump onto that stage and tear him limb from limb and then make Xander declare that this whole mating process was done. That our pack was going to go its own way. Fuck everyone else. Alice trembled in my arms, sobbing as her name was called. My heart splintered, and I held her tighter, kissing the top of her head. It was all I could do not to partially shift and sink my fangs into her neck and claim her right there in front of everyone, elders be damned. “Alice, you must go to your assigned mates.” Elder Aldon’s voice was slimy, and my fangs dropped. “What in the fuck are we supposed to do?” I projected to Xander. “Just… Fuck.” Xander’s power radiated through the crowd as his anger notched up, and we all felt it in our bones. Just one of the reasons Alphas had to stay in constant control. Anything they felt was sent out to the rest of the pack if they didn’t have a tight rein on their emotions. “Xander… your rage is being fed to everyone here,” I warned. Our eyes met, and we both nodded. We knew what we had to do.
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My daughter, Ashley Moore, and I were involved in a serious car accident, and the driver who hit us was none other than Scarlett Bullock, the woman my husband, Mark Moore, had feelings for. When Mark arrived, instead of being a worried dad, he, as a doctor, chose to help Scarlett’s son. Ashley was rushed to the ER and was in critical condition. She asked for her dad in a faint voice. I called him many times before he finally answered. “Mark, Ashley’s been in an accident. She needs you…” He coldly replied, “Are you done causing drama? You’re such a terrible mother!” A week later, Mark showed up at a gathering with Scarlett and casually asked, “Where’s Ashley?” Holding Ashley’s ashes, I approached him, filled with sorrow. “Right here.” *** “Mom, I feel so sick… Ahem…” My daughter sobbed in my arms, her face and body riddled with shards of glass, some of which were dangerously lodged in her throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I dared not touch her, terrified that any wrong move would put her in more danger. “Ashley, don’t be scared. I’ve called the police. The doctors are on their way!” Moments before, we had been in a normal routine when a car crash changed everything. My husband’s lover, Scarlett, was the one behind the wheel. I was driving straight, and she came barreling toward us in the wrong lane. Before long, I heard the wailing of the sirens approaching in the distance. When I saw the man leading the charge, relief washed over me—it was my husband, Mark. The impact had crumpled the car beyond recognition, and the door was jammed shut. Desperately, I reached through the shattered window, stretching my hand toward him. “Mark, please save Ashley!” But to my horror, Mark bypassed me entirely, sprinting straight to Scarlett, who was on the ground. I could only watch helplessly as he worked to revive her and her son. Tears streamed down Ashley’s face, her voice filled with pain. “Mom, it hurts. Didn’t Daddy say he’s a hero in a white coat? Why is he helping them and not me? Does Daddy not love me anymore?” I gently stroked her flushed cheeks, swallowing my heartbreak. “Ashley, don’t cry. Someone will come to help us! You’re going to be okay. I promise.”
Ashley was taken into the operating room, and I paced nervously outside, worry gnawing at my insides. Scarlett’s son was wheeled into the adjacent surgical suite, creating a surreal parallel between our lives. Moments later, a nurse burst out of the OR, her face pale. “This is bad. The patient’s condition is critical. We need Dr. Moore for the surgery; it’s the only chance we’ve got!” The staff all knew about my relationship with Mark, which was why they were sharing this grim news with me. Without wasting a moment, I dialed Mark’s number. It rang through, but he hung up on me. I tried again. Finally, his voice came through, laced with irritation. “Felicity, are you kidding me right now? Do you know I’m in the middle of saving a life?” “Mark, Ashley’s in surgery, and the situation is dire. They said having you do the operation increases her chances,” I urged, my voice trembling. “Are you done making a scene? Cursing your own daughter? How can you be such a terrible mother!” Mark shot back, his tone icy. He ended the call, cutting me off without a second thought. I dialed again, but this time, it went straight to voicemail. I couldn’t believe it. Even though I had been the one taking care of Ashley since the day she was born, he was still her biological father! Then, I caught sight of movement nearby. Mark was pushing Scarlett’s son into the rescue room. Ignoring everything else, I charged toward him, my eyes blazing with pain and frustration. I grabbed his arm. “If you don’t save Ashley, I swear, I’ll file for divorce!” Without warning, Mark shoved me to the ground. “If you want to throw a tantrum, take it home! This is a hospital!”
I slumped to the floor, helplessly watching as Mark rushed Scarlett’s son into the operating room. Scarlett stood to the side, a smug smile plastered across her face, with no trace of worry for her child. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and ridicule that only fueled my anger. I had no time to waste on her smugness. I sprinted back to the surgical waiting area, demanding that the nurses find another surgeon to operate on Ashley. The nurse, trying to comfort me, said, “It wasn’t a wise choice to have Dr. Moore perform the surgery. Emotions can cloud judgment and worsen the patient’s condition. Don’t lose hope; there are other amazing doctors at this hospital.” I returned to the waiting room, but it wasn’t long before a doctor handed me a grim prognosis. He informed me that Ashley had only a few days left, suggesting I gather any family members who needed to say their goodbyes. I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. Ashley was just ten years old! Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. How could this happen to my sweet girl? Ashley was wheeled into the recovery room, attached to a multitude of tubes and wires. She didn’t wake up that first day, and all I could do was stare at the irregular beeping of the heart monitor, feeling like my heart was breaking into pieces. My parents, Vincent and Amanda Aniston, and my brother, Logan, rushed to my side. I’d informed Mark’s parents of what was happening, but they didn’t show up. I knew they looked down on me for not giving them a grandson; I could feel their disdain every time they glanced at Ashley. I never expected that in a moment so dire, they would choose to stay away completely. My parents were beside themselves with grief. Amanda even fainted from the overwhelming sadness. But then, the following day, something miraculous happened—Ashley opened her eyes. I rushed to her side, holding her frail hand tightly. “Ashley, it’s Mom. Don’t be scared. I’m right here with you.” She struggled to breathe, her gaze darting around the room. “Where’s Daddy? I want Daddy!” My heart shattered all over again. Tears streamed down my face as I reluctantly called Mark. But I was met with the cold sound of my call being blocked. In desperation, I asked Logan to call him. Logan put the call on speaker, his tone urgent. “Mark, Ashley is in critical condition. Where the hell are you?” Unexpectedly, Mark didn’t respond to Logan. Instead, he laid into me. “Felicity, how long are you going to keep this drama going? You want to drag your brother into this now? Do you think that threatening me with divorce is going to make me compromise? I’m a doctor. I don’t have time for your games. I need to save my patients!” With that, he hung up, leaving us in stunned silence. Logan tried to call him again, but the call went straight to voicemail. Despair washed over me as I sank down beside Ashley’s hospital bed, unsure of how to explain everything. “Ashley, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
Ashley was struggling to breathe, her words coming out in labored gasps. “Mom, you’re my favorite. Does Dad not like me? Is that why he never comes home to see me? I really miss you…” With those words, Ashley shut her eyes. The heart monitor emitted a long, chilling beep! “Ashley!” I screamed, my voice cracking with desperation. I thought to myself, “My girl is only ten years old! Why, oh why, does fate have to take her away? If anyone should go, it should be me!” Through it all, Mark was nowhere to be found. Amanda, Vincent, and Logan stepped in to help me with the funeral arrangements. Many people came to pay their respects to Ashley. But Mark, along with his parents, didn’t show their faces at all. Some friends approached me, asking, “Where’s Ashley’s father? Why isn’t he here?” Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and dialed Mark’s number, only to find that I was still on his blacklist. No matter how many times I called, I was met with the same recorded message. Fury surged through me, making my hands shake; I felt like I could just explode. Logan squeezed my shoulder, trying to calm me down. “We can’t keep waiting. We need to get Ashley cremated. She knows you love her.” I clenched my fists, tears streaming down my face. With a heavy heart, I nodded in agreement.
The memorial for Ashley was a heart-wrenching affair. Everyone was crying uncontrollably, and my eyes felt like they were about to burst from the tears. The funeral director pushed Ashley’s casket towards the cremation room. I followed closely, my voice rising in a desperate wail that echoed throughout the room. “My daughter, how could you leave me? I can’t bear to let you go! Please come back! You were always so good—why did fate have to be so cruel and take you away at just ten years old? “Ashley, please come back!” I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. It felt like these past few days had drained every tear I had left in me. Logan was there, supporting me, his own tears flowing freely. I cradled Ashley’s urn as I returned home, the floor scattered with white chrysanthemums and her photographs. I couldn’t bring myself to remove them; I just wanted to stay with Ashley a little longer. Suddenly, I heard voices outside the door—it was Mark and Scarlett. “Mark, that doll you picked for Ashley is beautiful! She’s going to love it,” Scarlett chirped. My heart raced with anger. I thought, “How dare she show her face here after what she did to my daughter?” Mark replied, “Ashley kept asking me for that doll last Christmas. I figured it’s better late than never, right?” As they stepped inside and took in the sight of the room filled with flowers, they froze in shock. Mark casually glanced at me. “Felicity, who passed away?” The nerve of him! “Mark, you really have some guts, bringing that murderer here to see your daughter!” I spat, my voice thick with rage. Mark frowned, his brows knitting together. “Don’t say that. It was just an accident. The police told me her brakes failed; it wasn’t intentional. Scarlett came to apologize and brought a gift for Ashley. Where is she, by the way?” I pointed to Ashley’s photo, my face a mask of indifference. Mark’s face darkened. “Felicity, I’m warning you—stop this nonsense! You can’t joke about things like this! Where’s Ashley? Let her come out!” Scarlett tugged at his arm. “Mark, I understand Felicity is upset with me. It was my fault; I panicked when my brakes failed. I meant to turn right, but I accidentally turned left and hit Felicity’s car. It’s natural for her to blame me. I’m truly sorry and came here to make amends.” I glared at her, wishing I could do something to make her pay for the pain she caused. Scarlett looked around the room, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “But really, Felicity, this is too much. How could you hold a funeral for Ashley? Even if you don’t believe in the divine, don’t you fear you’re angering her spirit? She’s just a child. How could she suffer like this?” Mark glared at me, his anger palpable. “Get all this cleared away! Where’s Ashley? I’ve been here forever, and she hasn’t even come to say hello. What kind of upbringing is she getting?” “She’s right here!” I shouted. “Where?” Mark looked around, confusion etched on his face. I stepped forward, holding Ashley’s urn, my heart heavy. “She’s right here!”
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