Clara Voss

I pushed open the door to my fiancé's private villa, only to find him twisting on the couch with a pregnant Omega. Instead of feeling guilty, he adjusted his collar and told me I could stay as his secret mistress since I was born "wolfless." I turned to my biological father, the Pack Alpha, for justice. "For a wolfless embarrassment like you to marry him is already a blessing, so do as he says." I smashed my engagement token and walked away. In retaliation, my family decided to sell me to a violent, low-life thug for five million. They needed to get rid of me so my adopted sister could take my place and marry the comatose billionaire Supreme Alpha, Constantine. On the morning of the wedding, my own mother spiked my soup with a paralyzing neurotoxin. She unlocked my bedroom window to let the thug climb in and ruin my body, planning to send my adopted sister to the billionaire's estate in my dress. They thought I was just a defective, powerless discard they could butcher at will. They had no idea I secretly carried the purest royal White Wolf bloodline, or that I had already made a deal with the Royal Dowager to change the bride's name on the marriage decree. I poured the poisoned soup away, bashed the thug's skull in with a paperweight, and walked down the grand staircase in my crimson Luna gown. Watching my treacherous family fall to their knees in terror, I smiled coldly. "From the moment I walk out these doors today, I sever all blood ties with the Cantrell Pack!" Today, I would become the untouchable Supreme Luna they could only look up to.

As a Dragonless outcast, I was despised by my noble family and banished to the barren marches for five years over a framed scandal. When I was finally recalled for my stepsister's wedding, the Crown Prince accidentally triggered the Fated Flame bond with me. He tried to publicly reject me in disgust, but the King forced us to marry to secure the throne. Knowing this marriage was a death sentence, I tried to flee. But the prince hunted me down, dragged me back, and brutally burned his golden Flamebrand into my collarbone to mark me as his property. His favored noblewoman then framed me for attacking her. Believing her lies, the prince left me to the mercy of my family. My father beat me half to death with a barbed dragon-bone whip for daring to run and jeopardize their political ties. Bleeding and covered in raw welts, I was forced into a suffocating, high-collared black velvet gown to attend our formal betrothal banquet. I sat there trembling in agony, listening to them haggle over my life like a cheap piece of meat. I hated my family, and I hated the tyrant prince who dragged me into this hell. But halfway through the dinner, the prince who supposedly despised me suddenly stopped talking. He walked up behind my chair, violently ripped open my high collar, and stared at my bleeding, oozing whip wounds. The entire hall froze as his terrifying dragonfire pressure shattered the crystal plates, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Who did this?"

For five years, I gave up my career as a Columbia math genius to be Kenneth's devoted wife, enduring painful hormone treatments to carry his heir. But when I brought him soup in the freezing rain, I found him feeding grapes to his mistress. He publicly called me a "paid surrogate" and left me stranded in the storm while he drove her home. When I nearly miscarried from the cold, he didn't care. Instead, he forced me to sign a brutal agreement to give up my baby after birth. Later, to protect his mistress's friends, he framed me for a thirty-million-dollar embezzlement at his company. He even smashed a heavy steel binder into my head, leaving me bleeding, just to defend her fake tears. "Keep your disgusting charity. With this blow, the five years I gave you are paid in full." I looked at the cheap pearls his mistress threw at me in mock pity. I had swallowed every insult for five years, only to realize he just wanted a docile, pathetic shadow. Wiping the blood from my face, I calmly walked out of his skyscraper. I called my billionaire brother and accepted the top Wall Street executive job I had deferred. It was time for the Scott family heiress to take her life back.

Once a legendary healer capable of miracles, she sacrificed her hands to save the man she loved. Now, as her mother lay dying, that same man offered a cruel bargain-marry him and raise another woman's child in exchange for the medicine. With trembling fingers, she typed one final line of code, getting in touch with that mysterious man. In the darkness, he watched her with restrained longing and asked, "Are you ready for this?" Unknown to everyone, her mother's rare medicine came from a project he had secretly begun the day she was injured-and he had been waiting for her ever since.

After my parents died, my pureblood uncle threw a pouch of ten thousand gold coins onto his mahogany desk. He demanded I take my seven-year-old brother, drop out of the magic academy, and cross into the mortal slums forever. "Consider your connection to this house severed." He sneered, warning me never to tell a living soul we carried the Price blood. My cousin Isla smiled her fake, angelic smile while my uncle mocked that we would starve on our empty pride. We were thrown out, forced to hide in a damp, rat-infested attic in the lower districts. Even Damien Carlisle, the supreme pureblood commander of the magic council, looked at me through the rain with arrogant, dismissive pity. To him, I was just a pathetic, broke teenage mother dragging an illegitimate child through the mud. They all thought I was a helpless stray, a nobody they could easily crush with their endless wealth and elite status. They had no idea that I was "Silent," the ruthless, undefeated duelist of the underground rings. And they certainly didn't know I was the legendary "Saint Hand"—the exact master alchemist that Commander Carlisle was currently tearing the city apart to find to save his dying grandmother. I shoved the pouch of blood money back across the desk, took my little brother's hand, and walked out of the manor without looking back. If the high purebloods wanted to play games with our lives, I would gladly bankrupt them all.

After being publicly rejected by my intended mate and abandoned by my own father, I got drunk and slept with a stranger. I thought he was just a Rogue for hire, a nameless body to help me forget the humiliation. But when I saw the black wolf sigil on his phone the next morning, my blood ran cold. He was Barron Winters, the legendary Lycan King, and my best friend's terrifying uncle. Desperate to escape, I tried to insult him by sending a $5,000 payoff note, treating him like a cheap gig. But my father froze my trust fund, and my emergency work advance was mysteriously denied. I had no money and nowhere to run. Then, the new CEO of my company was announced. It was him. He cornered me in his massive office, his suffocating Alpha scent wrapping around me. I panicked, begged, and used every modern excuse to push him away, claiming it was just a meaningless mistake. But he simply took off his shirt, revealing the deep, angry scratches I had left on his back. Marks that only a fated mate could ever inflict on an ancient Lycan. "I need a Luna." His possessive gaze locked onto me, stripping away all my defenses. Using the oldest, most absolute werewolf laws, the tyrant king gave me an ultimatum. Accept my destiny and move into his estate, or he would claim and mark me right there in the office.

Dumped by my boyfriend for a wealthy heiress and left with exactly $217 in my bank account, I couldn't afford the government's new mandatory Celibacy Tax. With no other choice, I entered the federal partner lottery, only to be matched with Dane Beaumont-the country's most ruthless, anti-marriage billionaire. I desperately tried to annul the match, but his legal team cornered me. They threatened to cut off my dying father's life-saving dialysis and kidney transplant channel if I didn't comply. Forced to accept a one-year sham marriage, I was cornered at a gas station by my ex and his new heiress wife, who publicly mocked me in the freezing rain for being a pathetic gold-digger. "Look at you," my ex sneered. "Like a drowned rat. I'm honestly embarrassed for you." But before the humiliation could completely break me, a warm suit jacket smelling of winter pine was draped over my shivering shoulders. Dane Beaumont, the cold-blooded titan who was supposed to despise this forced union, swept me into his arms and carried me to his hypercar, leaving my ex utterly paralyzed with shock. I didn't understand. Why did this terrifying man, who had the power to send me to federal prison rather than marry a nobody, suddenly choose to protect me? Sitting in my new gilded cage at the Beaumont estate, I looked at the ironclad contract that bound us. I calmly opened an encrypted app and messaged my agent. It was time to wake up my hidden identity as the genius composer "Dusk" and tear down the heiress who thought she had ruined my life. It is a story between vampires and mermaids.

I went to a luxury hotel for a blind date, hoping to finally move on from my past. But I opened the wrong door and stumbled right into my billionaire ex-husband, Damarcus. He was sitting in the dim suite with a beautiful socialite, watching me freeze like a beggar in my cheap dress. I fled, but he cornered me in the hallway restroom. He coldly mocked my family's crushing debt and implied I was selling myself to my date. I thought the humiliation was over, so I threw myself into my demanding corporate job to pay for my sick mother's care. The next night, my boss, Felix, took me to a high-stakes dinner with a major client. But Damarcus showed up there too. He walked right into our private room, dominating the space, and deliberately sabotaged me. He raised his glass and loudly toasted to my resilience, twisting the truth to make my boss think we were having a secret, scandalous affair. He wanted to destroy my reputation and strip away the only lifeline I had left. He had already ruined my life once, leaving me with nothing. Why was he hunting me down just to play these cruel games? I sat in my dark apartment, waiting in terror for Felix to fire me. Instead, my phone rang. "I believe you. I know what kind of man he is." Hearing my boss say those words, my fear finally burned into rage. This time, I wasn't going to run.

After the crash erased any hope of recovery, Vivian chose IVF to honor her fiancé's wish to have a child. A mistake during the procedure changed everything, and the baby turned out to belong to William, a billionaire known more for mystery than presence. Faced with the fallout, William offered her a hundred million dollar contract. "Carry the child to term, and the money will be yours." At first, Vivian refused because she believed her dignity could not be bought. That resolve collapsed when she saw her fiancé, barely out of the ICU, entwined with her stepsister. Crushed by betrayal, she signed the contract and married William. The public mocked her choice and claimed she had married nothing more than a pretty face. Time proved them wrong. Doctors later praised her work for reshaping medical research. Among hackers, her code became legend. On an international stage, Vivian's brilliance held an entire forum in awe. Amid the stunned crowd, William stepped forward and wrapped her in a gentle embrace before kissing her softly. "Have you enjoyed yourself enough? It's time for us to go home." The audience erupted in disbelief. Meanwhile, the man who once scorned her now begged for another chance.

Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell-an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death. Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold. The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return. Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her. Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her. Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed-piece by piece. When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch." Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision. Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours." Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first." High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first. The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance-And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell... and him.

To repay a debt, Elliana hid her real abilities and married into a powerful family, quietly helping her husband conquer the business world. Three years later, he coldly announced, "She's back. We're getting divorced." Elliana dropped the act. No longer willing to pretend, she stepped out as a legendary healer, a supermodel, the head of a global conglomerate, a top luxury designer, and a master restorer. Her ex begged for forgiveness, but Elliana never looked back-she chose his far more impressive uncle instead. "You're just not worth it."

"No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours." Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door. For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation. But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding. To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha. So Eira stopped crying. She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega. He was wrong. The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community. And Sebastian knew nothing. After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed. Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing. He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance. But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house. She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her. In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly, "Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega." "She is my Luna."

I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack. He was thirty-two minutes late. When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together. Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor. Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me. The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there. My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made. When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name. Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna. I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient. I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye. But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak. He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own. "You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me." Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow.

"This is Virella, my wife." Three years. And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me. No welcome. No touch. No recognition. Just another woman at his side, carrying his child. While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose. So I gave up. And I left. One rejection was all it took to break the bond. When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim. Now he watches me like a man drowning... Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone. The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist... "Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore." His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you."

I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster. When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison. They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow. Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago. They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn. They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon. Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm. The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle. I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash.

I was the wolfless twin. The rejected bride. The daughter marked for death. They didn't realize they weren't killing a girl-they were breaking a seal. ​On my wedding day, my fated mate didn't say "I do." He said, "I reject you." ​Luke Blackwood didn't want a Luna without a wolf, so he chose my twin sister instead. Humiliated and hunted by my own father, I was forced to flee into the territory of the one man my pack feared most: Aiden Stormrider, the ruthless Alpha King and billionaire CEO of Crescent ​Aiden thinks I'm a pawn to be used against my father. He thinks I'm a weak Omega seeking refuge. ​He's wrong. ​Deep inside me, something ancient is waking up. It's not just one wolf-it's five. Five fractured personalities, each with their own deadly powers, born from a prophecy that says I will end the age of Alphas. ​As the Dragon Wolf rises, I will reclaim my throne. My sister wants my legacy? She can have the ashes. My mate wants my forgiveness? He can beg while I burn his world down. ​Aiden Stormrider wants my heart... but he'll have to survive the five monsters living inside it first. ​They wanted a sacrifice. They got a Queen.

I was born a wolfless cripple in the Richmond Pack, but by royal decree, I was engaged to the kingdom's Champion Knight, Emory. During the winter banquet, my half-sister Dessie suddenly tilted backward into the royal ice pond, screaming that I pushed her. In my previous life, I reached out in panic to save her, only to be dragged down and framed for attempted murder. When Emory dove into the freezing water, he swam right past my sinking body to rescue her instead. Once ashore, my own father and my betrothed ignored my desperate pleas. They branded me a vicious, jealous traitor. Emory publicly broke our engagement to marry Dessie, while my father threw me to the executioner to wash away the family's shame with my blood. Until my head was on the chopping block, I didn't understand. Why did my own family want me dead just because I had no inner wolf? Why did the knight who swore to protect me conspire with my illegitimate sister to destroy my life? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the snow-dusted terrace, right as Dessie was setting up the exact same trap. "A wolfless cripple like you should crawl back to the gutter," she whispered, falling backward. This time, I didn't flinch or beg for help. Instead, my fingers shot out like iron clamps, grabbing her wrist, and I dragged her into the freezing depths with me.

During the party for her second wedding anniversary, Kylie stood quietly to one side and watched her Alpha kiss his childhood sweetheart. Her life felt like a trap. She had relinquished her Alpha blood for him, and that was what she got. Yet fate wasn't finished with her. An encounter with Alpha Logan gave her a way out she hadn't expected. As the Alpha of a powerful pack, he could help her get even with her cheating mate. There was just one catch. Kylie would have to spend a year as his Luna. Accepting his offer would be a dangerous gamble, but Kylie struggled to resist her attraction to the Alpha she couldn't quite figure out. Could she bring herself to agree to his terms? What would she do if her feelings for him grew too strong to push aside?

On the day I swallowed the lethal poison, my blind Alpha husband was accompanying his adopted sister to her prenatal checkup. For three years, I ruined my face and crippled my wolf to act as his secret blood bag, absorbing his deadly silver toxicity. Yet, upon hearing of her pregnancy, he brutally forced himself on me to vent his manic rut. And the moment she whined for him, he abandoned me without hesitation, leaving me bleeding and shattered on the cold floor. "Take the money and keep out of her sight." He sneered, throwing a black card at my battered face to buy my dignity. He didn't know I was dying. I didn't cry or argue. I calmly signed the mate rejection papers and swallowed a forbidden neurotoxin that induces absolute physiological death. A month later, his sight was finally restored. But instead of the devoted Luna he loved to torture, he found only a withered, stiff corpse on the bed. The ever-arrogant, ruthless Alpha completely shattered. In the dead silence, he fell to his knees and crushed my lifeless body into his arms. He pressed his quivering lips to mine, desperately sinking his fangs into my freezing scent gland as he sobbed in absolute agony: "Stop sleeping, Gianna, I can finally see you... I'll pay you back with my life, just don't throw me away."

Talia Ashford has spent fifteen years hiding behind a glamour charm that makes her look plain, weak, and forgettable. Her stepmother, Vivienne Cress, reduced her to a servant after her mother disappeared in a mysterious fire. The pack believes Talia is worthless. On the day the Alpha of Shadowfang arrives, Celeste hits Talia and blames her for bad luck. But when Talia is called to the bonding ceremony, the bonding stone reveals a shocking truth. Talia is already bonded to Kaelen Frost, the cold and powerful Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack. Now Talia must survive her stepmother's schemes, hide her true powers, and uncover the truth about her mother – all while convincing the most dangerous wolf in the territory that she is not the weakling everyone believes her to be.

I stood outside the Pack Registration Hall, waiting to bind my future with Mark, the man I had loved for five years. But instead of taking my hand, he stopped a foot away and publicly rejected me in front of the crowd. "I can't take on your family's endless medical bills. I need a real she-wolf for a mate, not some wolfless mutt." The onlookers snickered, their whispers feeling like physical blows. My heart shattered into pieces. My grandfather was in the hospital, relying on me to settle down so he could face his risky surgery with peace of mind. Now, I was left with nothing but humiliation and a mountain of debt I could never pay off. I stared at the man I had devoted my entire youth to, his face now completely foreign. Why was my lack of a wolf a sin? Why did my family's suffering make me a burden to be thrown away like trash? Just as I was about to break, I saw a tall, intimidating stranger across the plaza, swarmed by reporters after his own high-society fiancée publicly dumped him. Driven by sheer desperation for my grandfather's life, I wiped my tears, walked straight up to this terrifying man, and blocked his path. "You need a mate to save face, and I need a million dollars for medical bills. Marry me." I expected him to laugh and push me aside. Instead, a calculating smile touched his lips, and he handed me a black card.