30 Days Left: The Rejected White Wolf's Countdown

On our wedding night, my Fated Mate, Alpha Cedric, left our bed to care for his mistress. He told me our marriage was just an obligation. But the real betrayal came months later on a rooftop. When Rogues demanded a trade, Cedric didn't hesitate. He chose to save Jayden because of her "heart condition," handing me—his pregnant wife—over to the killers. "You are stronger," he said as he pushed me toward them. I fell from the building. I survived, but our unborn pup didn't. Instead of comfort, I woke up to handcuffs. Cedric believed Jayden’s lies that I staged the kidnapping for attention. He threw me into the dungeon, shackling my wrists with silver cuffs that burned my flesh, while Jayden poisoned my food with wolfsbane. He stripped me of my title and dignity, never realizing that the "fragile" woman he protected was the true monster. He didn't know about the glowing rune on my chest counting down the seconds I had left. He didn't know I was the legendary White Wolf, and my time was up. On my final night, I asked for one last ride on the Ferris wheel where we first met. At midnight, as Cedric rushed back to the amusement park, he didn't find a body. He found only my empty clothes and a text message on the seat. "Don't look for me, Cedric. I'm giving my wolf back to the moon." As he watched the security footage, he finally saw me dissolve into stardust and ascend to the sky, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt too quiet.

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Kacie POV:

The livestream had done its job. The entire Blood Moon Pack now saw me as the villain, the insecure Omega who bullied the pack's darling.

The next evening, we were summoned to the Moon ancestral estate for a family dinner. Cedric's parents, the former Alpha and Luna, lived there. They were traditionalists who valued bloodline above all else. To them, I was a nobody, an orphan with no known lineage.

Dinner was a torture session.

The dining room was dimly lit by chandeliers, the table set with heavy silver cutlery. Silver was dangerous to werewolves-it burned on contact and prevented healing-but high-ranking families used it to show their resilience and status. We wore gloves, of course, but the threat was always there.

Jayden was seated next to Cedric. I was seated opposite them, like an outsider.

"Jayden, dear, you look thin," Cedric's mother, Carol, cooed. "You need to eat more. The soup was made specially for you."

"Thank you, Luna Carol," Jayden beamed. She looked at Cedric. "Do you remember when we used to catch fish in the Forbidden Creek? You promised you'd always catch the biggest one for me."

Cedric smiled, a genuine, warm smile that I had never received. "I remember. You fell in the mud."

They laughed. It was a shared history, a bond of time that I couldn't compete with.

"Kacie," Carol said sharply, her tone changing instantly. "Pass the tureen. Don't just sit there."

I stood up, my legs trembling slightly. The Wolf's Wither was making me weaker by the day. My coordination was off. I reached for the heavy porcelain bowl of steaming fish soup.

As I walked around the table to serve Jayden-because apparently, the servants weren't enough-Jayden leaned back in her chair.

"You know," she whispered, low enough that only my enhanced hearing could catch it over the clatter of forks. "Cedric told his mother that once you produce an heir, he'll divorce you. He said he can't stand your scent. It smells like desperation."

My heart stopped. The bowl slipped from my numb fingers.

But Jayden was faster. With a subtle, vicious jerk of her elbow, she slammed her arm into the falling porcelain.

Crash!

Hot soup splattered everywhere.

"Ah!" Jayden wailed, clutching her forearm. Blood-bright red and alarming-welled up instantly where the shard had sliced her.

"Jayden!" Cedric roared. He was out of his chair in a blur of motion.

He shoved me aside. I stumbled, my hip hitting the heavy oak table hard.

"She burned me!" Jayden cried, burying her face in Cedric's chest. "And she tried to cut me with the shards!"

"I didn't!" I gasped, holding my bruised side. "She... she did it herself! It fell!"

"Enough!" Cedric's father, the old Alpha, slammed his fist on the table. "You clumsy, malicious girl!"

Cedric examined Jayden's arm. It was a superficial cut, but to a wolf, any injury was an insult. He turned to me, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You are unbelievable," he snarled. "You try to disfigure her in my parents' home?"

"Cedric, listen to me," I begged. "She whispered to me. She provoked me!"

"Lies!" Jayden sobbed. "I was just asking for some bread!"

Cedric scooped Jayden up into his arms, treating her like she was made of glass. "I'm taking her to the clinic. Mother, make sure she," he jerked his head at me, "doesn't leave this room until I decide her punishment."

He didn't look back. He carried another woman out of the room, leaving his wife standing in a puddle of soup, surrounded by hostile in-laws.

I looked down at my hands. They were shaking uncontrollably.

Serenity, I called out to my wolf. Are you there?

There was no answer. Just a faint, static fuzz in the back of my mind. My wolf was dying. She was giving up.

I looked at the grandfather clock in the corner.

26 Days.

Time was running like sand through my fingers, and I had nothing to show for it but bruises and soup stains.

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Apex Bloom This is the definitive "Rags to Riches" journey of a woman who was treated as disposable, only to return and conquer the most dangerous man in the underworld. Apex Bloom isn't just a title; it is Franco's survival game-a lethal, high-stakes gauntlet designed to chew up the weak and spit out the broken. Lolita wasn't supposed to survive it; she was supposed to be another casualty. Instead, she broke the game and took the man who created it. The Disposal Lolita begins as a woman discarded. Betrayed by her husband, Lyle, she is stripped of everything and thrown into the gutters of London. She is left with nothing but her wits in a world designed to erase her. Lyle didn't just leave her; he disposed of her like a spent asset, assuming she would quietly disappear. He was wrong. Entering the Game: Franco Rossi In the wreckage of her life, Lolita is forced into the Apex Bloom-the brutal survival game orchestrated by Franco Rossi. Franco is the underworld's apex predator, a man who believes in a world of absolute Darwinian ruthlessness. His game is designed to test the limits of human endurance, and he expects Lolita to be a pawn, a victim, or a fleeting distraction. Breaking the Architect Lolita doesn't just play Franco's game; she dismantles it. Using her brilliant mind and a newfound, weaponised confidence, she turns the Bloom into her own instrument of ascent. But her most calculated victory is over Franco himself. Through an intoxicating display of dominant power and erotic prowess, Lolita targets the man behind the machine. She doesn't just win; she breaks Franco's stoic, masculine code, forcing a full surrender of his will. She seduces the power away from the enforcer, turning the architect of the game into her most devoted subject. She proves that her dominance isn't just about force-it's about a total, soul-deep conquest that leaves the city's most dangerous man kneeling at her feet. The Rags to Riches Ascent The journey from a discarded wife to the Queen of the Apex Bloom is paved with the ruin of those who underestimated her. Lolita uses her sexuality and her intellect as twin blades, seizing the wealth and the territories of the men who thought they were players. By the time the dust settles, she has achieved unimaginable riches and undisputed authority, standing at the head of an empire built on the shattered remains of Franco's former life. The Final Sovereignty The book concludes with Lolita standing at the absolute summit. Her marriage to Franco in the Cotswolds is the ultimate victory lap-a coronation where the man who once ran the game now serves its new Queen. They are bound by blood and law, but it is Lolita who holds the reins. The story ends with The Syndicate, the global masters of the underworld, watching in shock. They thought they were dealing with another street-level syndicate; instead, they have found a woman who took the most lethal survival game in existence and made it her own.

Adventure Mafia Romance

7.6

Conquering The Cold Zillionaire Surgeon Heiress

7.6

When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle. "Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered. Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week. They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust. They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire. Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog. Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony. They actually believed they had raised her. She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face. "I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation. Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order. "Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group." It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.6

DANGEROUS CRAVINGS: SINFULLY TANGLED WITH MY STEPBROTHER

9.6

Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can't stand. At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms. But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates. Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face. What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don't fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.

Action LGBT+Mafia Modern

8.4

From Discarded Wife To The Don's Successor

8.4

I was tightening my husband’s tie for the photographers at the gala when my phone buzzed against my thigh. A single notification stopped my heart dead. Julius had just wired five million dollars—capital I had secretly stolen from my father to build his company—to an account named 'K. Drake'. When I confronted him later that night, he didn't apologize. Instead, he lured me to an empty warehouse and detonated a rigged gas line. I woke up in a hospital bed, my body broken and my mind racing. Julius stood over me, checking his watch, looking terrifyingly calm. "The baby is gone," he said dismissively, referring to the pregnancy I hadn't even told him about yet. "But Kenzie needs a bone marrow transplant. You're a match." He was holding our daughter, Ava, hostage. He told me if I didn't give his mistress my marrow, I’d never see my child again. He looked at me with total contempt. To him, I was just a boring, civilian housewife. A prop he had used and was now ready to discard. He had no idea who I really was. He didn't know that the "bank loans" I secured for him were actually laundered syndicate money. He didn't know that the father I "didn't talk to" was Horacio Horton, the most feared Don on the East Coast. I let them take the marrow. I let them believe they had broken me. Then, as soon as Julius left the room, I reached for the phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in ten years. "Papa," I whispered into the receiver. "Send the army." The civilian Florence died in that bed. The Mob Princess had just returned to take her throne.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

His Mafia Betrayal, My Unwanted Heir.

8.7

At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died. I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests. He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride. Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene. That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.9

Mafia: My Father Offer Me to Clear His Debt

8.9

Trapped in a world of violence, a young woman becomes a human bargaining chip when her father uses her to settle a massive debt with a ruthless mafia boss. Forced into the heart of a criminal empire, she must navigate the dangerous power dynamics of the underworld while dealing with her cold, commanding new owner. As bullets fly and secrets emerge, an intense romance ignites, blurring the lines between her forced captivity and true desire.

Action Mafia Romance

30 Days Left: The Rejected White Wolf's Countdown

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