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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I sat in the cold water of the shower, letting it run over the bruise on my hip. It wasn't healing. Normally, a werewolf would heal from a bruise in minutes. Mine was turning a dark, ugly purple.

I heard the front door slam. They were back.

I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked into the bedroom.

Cedric was there. But he wasn't alone. Jayden was standing in the middle of our bedroom, looking around with a critical eye.

"What is she doing here?" I asked, clutching the towel tighter.

"The doctor said Jayden needs constant monitoring tonight," Cedric said, not meeting my eyes. "The shock could trigger her heart condition."

"So she stays in the guest room," I said.

"The guest room is dusty. It aggravates her allergies," Jayden said, smirking.

"She will stay here," Cedric stated. "In the master bedroom."

"And where do I sleep?" I asked, my voice deadly quiet.

"There's a perfectly good sofa in the study," Cedric said.

Something inside me snapped. It wasn't a loud snap. It was the quiet sound of a tether finally breaking.

"No," I said.

Cedric looked at me, surprised. "What did you say?"

"I said no. This is my territory. This is my room. If you want to play nursemaid to your mistress, you do it somewhere else. Or better yet," I walked to the closet and pulled out a suitcase. "I'll leave."

"You aren't going anywhere," Cedric growled, stepping forward. "You are my Luna. You stay where I put you."

"I am not your Luna!" I screamed, throwing the suitcase onto the bed. "I am a prisoner! I am a punching bag! I am a broodmare!"

I pointed a shaking finger at Jayden. "And she? She reeks of Wolfsbane and deception. Can't you smell it, Cedric? Under that cheap perfume? She smells like a liar!"

Jayden's eyes went wide. She let out a gasp, clutching her chest. "Cedric... I can't breathe... she's scaring me..."

"Stop it, Kacie!" Cedric shouted.

"I want a divorce," I said. The words hung in the air, heavy and final. "I reject you, Cedric Moon."

The room went silent.

Rejection was painful. Even saying the words caused a sharp pain in my chest, like a hook tearing at my heart. Cedric flinched, his hand going to his chest.

"You don't mean that," he whispered.

"I do. I reject you as my Mate."

Jayden saw Cedric wavering. She knew she had to act. She let out a shriek and bolted for the balcony door.

"I can't take this! I'm causing too much trouble!" she cried, throwing the doors open and leaping off the second-story balcony into the night.

"Jayden!" Cedric yelled.

He looked at me, his eyes full of hate. "If anything happens to her in those woods... if the Rogues get her... I will never forgive you."

His body contorted. Bones cracked and reshaped. Fur sprouted from his skin. In seconds, a massive, midnight-black wolf stood where my husband had been. Shadow, his wolf, snarled at me, baring inch-long fangs.

Then, he leaped off the balcony, chasing after her.

I walked to the open doors. The night air was freezing. I watched the two shapes disappear into the dark forest line.

I looked up at the sky. The moon was a sliver of silver, indifferent to my pain.

I looked down at my chest. The rune was glowing brighter now, the heat uncomfortable.

22 Days.

"You can have him," I whispered to the empty night. "I don't have enough time left to fight for someone who doesn't want me."

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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

Chapter 4

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