(All Chapters Now Reviewed And Fix, Words Now Feer From Grammar Errors, And Chapters Now Readable) Emily Moon never asked to be Luna of the BloodTing pack. She fought for years to earn her place at Derek's side, only to watch her younger sister Ema steal it with a smile. Now, after one year of a mating built on silence and betrayal, Emily has made her decision: she wants a rejection bond agreement. Nothing more. Just her freedom. But Derek refuses to let her go. He brings her milk she pours down the drain. He buys her rings meant for Ema. He locks her in their home to protect his true love, then demands they have a pup to fix what he broke. To the pack, he is the perfect Alpha. To Emily, he is the man who taught her that love can feel like suffocation. What Derek does not know is that Emily is already pregnant. And she will do whatever it takes to keep that secret until she escapes—because a child cannot hold a man who never loved her, and she will not let her pup grow up watching its father choose another woman. With her best friend Mara selling off every gift Derek ever gave her, the Old Man pressuring for an heir, and Derek's own father counting the days until his son takes full control, Emily is running out of time. Every ring, every scent of freesia on Derek's skin, every night he spends "working" with Ema only sharpens her resolve. The rejection bond papers are ready. Derek keeps tearing them apart. But Emily Moon was raised by the Moon pack. She fought through HighClaws School, and earned a position that Ema took with a single phone call to steal. She will not break now. Because some bonds are made to be rejected.
Born without a wolf. Erased from existence. Locked in a tower. Forgotten by the world. Rejected by her fated mate. Verity Valcaryn has known nothing but silence and shadows. Hidden in a tower her entire life, she was cast aside by her royal family for being wolf-less — an embarrassment, a secret twin no one was meant to know. On her 18th birthday, she escapes and is mistaken for her sister, Felicity and marked by a prince she doesn’t know. But when her identity is revealed, her own blood condemns her as a witch. She is thrown into the cursed Darklands to die. Only, she doesn’t die. Three years later, she returns. Now, she is The Silent Luna — Queen of Rogues, bearer of cursed magic, and chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, reborn with a wolf of darkness, forbidden magic, and a hunger for vengeance. But love wasn’t part of her plan. Fate throws her into the hands of Cassian, King of Lunaris, a man grieving a lost mate — who may just be her second chance As kingdoms crumble and betrayal runs deep, Verity must decide… Will she save the realm that destroyed her? Or burn it to the ground?
Yeah, no question now. My bastard boyfriend dragged me out here for a vacation, and while I'm out grabbing beer, he's banging some chick on our bed. I can hear everything—rhythmic skin slapping against skin, her over-the-top moans that sound more like a dying animal than passion, and—oh, fuck me—the worst part? The grating sound of what's gotta be her teeth scraping against peni... well, you know. Lorenzo's voice drips with lust, "Ever since I hit you up on that app last month, Lily, I've been hooked. Those bra pics you sent? They set me on fire. You're always teasing, never showing the whole thing. I can't even see your nipples..." My heart sinks straight to the fucking floor. That app. The one I saw pop up on his phone last month. The one he swore was just "an old account" he forgot to delete. Bullshit. My brain reels. 'So this is why Lorenzo picked this miserable town for a getaway,' I think, a sick realization dawning. His skanky online hookup with probable STDs lives here. 'Never thought talking shit about me could be foreplay for a couple.' I raise my fist and slam it against the door, hard enough that splinters of damp wood scatter onto the ratty carpet. "Honey, I'm home!" I call out.
On the night that was meant to celebrate three years of vows, I walked into our chamber and found my husband tangled in the sheets—with his brother’s widow. Shock scalded my lungs; their laughter scalded worse. “Wolfless trash,” they sneered, turning my own marriage bed into a courtroom. Their plan was simple: brand me unfit, lock me away, and divide the Aurorawisp Pack—my birthright—between them. I ran barefoot through corridors I once called home, heart drumming two words: escape, revenge. At the edge of the territory, under a moon sharp enough to cut glass, I met the one man no wolf dares challenge—Alpha Ethan, sovereign of the northern wilds, power rolling off him like winter smoke. “Alpha,” I breathed, cheeks flaming, “will you help me end this marriage?” A slow, sovereign smile. “I can dissolve bonds, Madam…but I collect a price.” I lifted my chin, voice trembling. “I won’t pay with my body. I can offer coin—” “Keep your gold,” he said, gaze pinning me like a specimen of starlight. “I want one year. You at my side, my name on your lips, my mark on your wrist—contract Luna, nothing more, nothing less.” The night air crackled. One signature, and I’d trade a traitor’s ring for a tyrant’s collar. Yet if power is currency, perhaps the most dangerous ally is exactly the weapon I need. I extended my hand. “One year, Alpha. When the contract burns out, I walk free.” His fingers closed over mine—warm steel. “One year, Luna. Then we both decide what freedom means.”
After four years of marriage, when her husband's first love returned, she realize all these years he had loved another women. He gave her a modest allowance each month, yet spent millions on his first love’s research. The line between love and indifference had never been clearer. He claimed he couldn’t let his beloved fall into the mundane chains of marriage, so he expected her to quit her modest job and fade into a quiet housewife—dim and invisible. But he didn’t realize she was far from ordinary… For four years, she led top-secret national research projects, commanding a level so high that even his precious first love was merely her assistant. And he certainly didn’t know that the papers he had hastily signed were their divorce documents. One month later, she revealed her identity as a leading scientific powerhouse—and delivered the divorce certificate into his hands. The once-gentle, polite man tore it up, eyes red with shock and anger. “Who else would want a divorced woman like her?” But stubborn as ever, he was the same man who knelt, begging for her back. She stood radiant and composed beside a top-tier tycoon, unmoved. Her new husband arched an eyebrow, flashing the marriage certificate with her: “Show some respect. She’s now… my wife.”
Living without memories, powers, or a family to call her own, Jane grows up believing she is nothing more than an unwanted orphan hidden away in Elder Thorne’s estate. Her life is filled with humiliation, secrets, and survival until she crosses paths with the feared and cursed Alpha Liam, a powerful and dangerous alpha who was destined to lose himself completely to a curse born from a ritual that destroyed an entire generation eighteen years ago. Everyone fears him. Some want him dead. Others want his throne. But when Jane accidentally eases the pain of his curse with a single touch, their fates become dangerously intertwined. What begins as hatred, suspicion, and painful misunderstandings slowly burns into something deeper and irresistible. But love is the least of their problems.
