CHASING HIS RUNAWAY LUNA.
Lyra pays her alpha mate a surprise visit only to see him cheating on her with his female Omega's of his pack. She was humiliated and treated like a slave then she decided to run away with her unborned child. Life was really cruel towards her as she strived to take care of yourself and her baby. She finally gives birth to Gina , a baby girl with powerful powers as she vows to take her revenge. Meanwhile, kalen was denounced as the alpha of the pack because of his constant affairs with the pack female Omega's. He watches how his male Omega was announced the alpha of the pack .as he embackeds on a quest to find her only to find her claimed by her second chance mate Racheal, who decided to take care of Lyra and her daughter. Will Kalen be able to win Lyra's heart back? Or will Racheal finally be the right mate for her and protect her and her pup??
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Chapter 2
LYRA'S POV:
I stood up, my eyes dry, my heart heavy, and my mind made up. I'm leaving, I thought to myself. I'm leaving this toxic pack and the mate who betrayed me. I rubbed my belly, feeling a surge of determination. I won't let Kalen's actions define me or my pup's future.
I stormed back into the apartment, my eyes blazing with a mix of anger and sadness. Kalen was still sitting on the couch, his shirt off, looking smug and self-assured.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're finally realizing you're not good enough for me."
I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, Kalen, you're delusional. I'm leaving, all right. But it's not because I'm not good enough for you. It's because I'm too good for you. I'm taking my pup, and I'm getting out of this toxic pack."
Kalen's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You can't leave, Lyra. You're my mate."
I shook my head, a sense of pity washing over me. "I'm not your mate, Kalen. I'm your property, your breeding machine. But I'm done being treated like that. I'm done being treated like I'm nothing."
I paused, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You may have taken my heart, Kalen, but you'll never have my soul."
Kalen's face twisted in rage, but I didn't flinch. I stood tall, my chin held high, as I turned and walked away. The door creaked behind me, and I felt a sense of freedom wash over me.
I walked out into the night, the stars twinkling above me like diamonds. The cool night air hit me like a slap in the face, and I felt alive. I felt free. I rubbed my belly, feeling my pup move inside me. We were going to make it, together.
As I disappeared into the darkness, I heard Kalen's voice behind me, shouting my name. But I didn't look back. I kept walking, my heart heavy, but my spirit unbroken.
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Instead, I found him wearing a matching "couple's bracelet" with his "anxious" female best friend, Britney.
He even ditched our anniversary dinner because she had a "panic attack" over a chipped nail.
Realizing I was the third wheel in my own relationship, I quietly transferred to a university in Berlin to escape.
But Graham wouldn't let go.
He followed me across the continent, dragging my mother along to guilt-trip me into coming back.
When that didn't work, he handed me a "farewell gift."
As I opened the box, a sickly sweet smell hit me-he was trying to drug me to kidnap me back to New York.
My legs gave out, but I didn't hit the floor.
I fell into the arms of Harrison McKee-Britney's terrifyingly powerful uncle and my new professor.
"Find another side chick, Graham," Harrison growled, pulling me close.
"This one is taken."
7.6
On the day I finally pried open the locked drawer in Marcus’s study, I didn't find a surprise anniversary gift.
I found a shrine to my father's business partner, Izzy.
Photos of a woman who looked exactly like me stared back.
That was when I realized my marriage was nothing more than an expensive lie. I wasn't his wife; I was a customized substitute for the woman he couldn't have.
The nightmare worsened when scalding soup was spilled at a restaurant.
Marcus didn't hesitate.
He threw his body over Izzy to shield her, leaving me to take the full force of the burns.
Later, while I lay in the hospital bandaged and in agony, he didn't come to comfort me.
He came to demand I donate a kidney to save Izzy.
"If we both needed a kidney, who would you choose?" I asked him, desperate for a lie.
"Izzy," he said instantly. "She has so much more to do."
He didn't know I was pregnant.
He didn't know that while he was begging me to save his mistress, the stress was killing his unborn child.
I wiped my tears and laughed.
"Okay," I said.
I signed the divorce papers and left them on his desk.
On top of them, I placed a medical report dated that morning: *Spontaneous Abortion.*
Then, I boarded a one-way flight to Montana and vanished, leaving him to wake up to a world where he had saved his mistress but killed his family.
9.7
For nine years, I was Kane Hill' s secret. I was his emotional punching bag, the convenient stand-in for my twin sister, Harper-the woman he truly loved. I endured his cruelty, convincing myself his control was a twisted form of love.
Then, just before he announced their engagement, Harper sent me a recording. It was Kane, his voice smooth and dismissive.
"Eden? She's useful," he told Harper. "An emotional pressure valve. I need to vent on someone so I can be the perfect man for you."
The cold truth shattered me. I wasn't a person, not even a substitute. I was a tool. That night, he polished Harper's engagement ring right in front of me before ending our nine-year "game" with a single, bored phone call.
He never knew that I was the girl who had saved him at a summer camp all those years ago, not Harper. He'd called my attempts to tell him the truth "pathetic."
So I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, leaving his gilded cage for a quiet farm in Vermont. But just as I started to heal, he found me, clutching the proof of my story in his hand, begging for a second chance I had no intention of giving.
8.8
I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.
9.1
"He's cold, devishily handsome, commanding, and impossible to read... and she's been forced into his world. Isabella thought she knew what life with Adrian would be-quiet, controlled, predictable-but an arranged marriage was never meant to be simple. One glance, one heated conversation, and everything changes. From enemies to reluctant partners, secrets, past hurts, and unexpected emotions collide as Isabella finds herself drawn to the man behind the coldness.
In the quiet of his car, she glimpses the man beneath the fury-devilly handsome, sharp gray eyes softened for her alone. And for the first time, Adrian sees her-innocently beautiful, entirely his. Can she unravel him before her heart gets lost?"
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7.1
I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage.
She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose.
Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me.
So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell.
Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more.
I thought graduation meant freedom from him.
I was wrong.
Now he's my stepbrother.
He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me.
But hate isn't clean anymore.
It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more.
He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue.
I call him every name I can think of under my breath.
How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?