The Wolf Queen's Retribution: S-Class Judgment For My Ex

Lucas, my fiancé, marked his "close friend" Sarah at the bachelor party, prompting cheers and laughter as everyone teased it was the craziest "dare" of all. The next day, when I confronted him, Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, provocatively displaying the bite mark on her neck. "Elena, don't be stingy. I was just testing how good his teeth are and how he performs in bed for you." Lucas, looking impatient, added, "It's just a symbolic gesture, not like it can't be washed off. Once Sarah and I finish our phase, I'll reject her and re-mark you, okay?" They thought I would endure it silently, just like before. Instead, I took off my engagement ring and tossed it into the trash with a smile. "If it's dirty, it's not worth keeping." Lucas panicked and tried to stop me, but Sarah whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, she's just an orphan. Without you, she's got nowhere to go. She'll be begging you on her knees within three days." But what they didn't know was that the one returning in three days wouldn't be the kneeling me, but my father, the Lycan King, with fifty thousand wolf clan guards, as part of our supernatural heritage.

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Once I ended the call, I went straight back to the mansion Lucas and I had been living in.

The place sat on the outskirts of the Silver Moon Pack, bought with the savings I had scraped together after years of doing business on my own.

Back then, Lucas claimed he was short on funds after taking over pack affairs, so I let him move in first.

Looking back, I must have been blind.

I pushed open the front door and headed straight to the bedroom to pack my things.

The moment my hand touched the doorknob, a stench slammed into me.

It was the unmistakable mix of an Alpha and an Omega in heat.

Even as a concealed Beta, the intensity of it hit me hard enough to trigger my gag reflex.

I shoved the door open.

The sight inside nearly snapped the last thread of my sanity.

The room was a wreck. My silk nightgown lay shredded on the floor, and Lucas's belt hung off the bedside lamp.

On the bed, two naked bodies were tangled together.

At the sound of the door, they shifted.

Sarah poked her head out from under the blanket, her hair a mess, her face flushed.

When she saw it was me, she flashed a taunting smile. "Wow, Elena, you're back? Didn't you say you two were done?"

Lucas stirred awake too. When his unfocused eyes landed on me, he instinctively tugged the blanket higher. "Elena? Why didn't you… knock?"

"Get out." The word scraped out from between my teeth.

Lucas frowned. "Sarah wasn't feeling well. She suddenly hit a heat spike on the way back, so I brought her here to rest. We're all family. Do you really have to overreact like this?"

Sarah rested her head on his chest, drawing circles over his muscles with her finger.

"That's right, Elena. You know how awful the post-mark reaction gets. Lucas was just… helping me through the pain."

As Sarah spoke, she let the blanket slide down, revealing shoulders covered in bite marks.

I didn't bother arguing. I turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Behind me, Lucas called out, "Where are you going? Get me some water, I'm dying of thirst. And make something for Sarah while you're at it."

It didn't take long before I returned to the bedroom, carrying a basin of ice water I'd frozen earlier for a chilled plum drink. Thick chunks of ice floated on top.

"Here's your water." I stepped up to the bed and flicked my wrist.

The entire basin of ice water, cubes and all, crashed down on both of them.

"Ahhh!"

Sarah shrieked, jolting upright like she'd been electrocuted.

Lucas jerked upright from the shock of the ice, and the two of them scrambled off the bed completely naked, tripping over themselves in panic.

"Elena! Are you insane?" Lucas wiped the freezing water from his face and roared.

Shaking violently from the cold, Sarah ducked behind Lucas and pointed at me, shouting, "You crazy bitch! Are you trying to freeze me to death? Lucas, look at her! She's just jealous!"

I tossed the basin onto the floor with a loud clang.

"Awake now? If you are, get out."

Lucas faltered when he met my icy stare, but his Alpha pride quickly twisted it into indignation.

He yanked the bedsheet around Sarah and glared at me, his expression turning vicious.

"Elena, apologize! Sarah's always been fragile. If she gets sick from this, can you take responsibility?"

A frustrated laugh escaped me. "I'd sooner swallow glass than apologize to her. And you, Lucas—you genuinely disgust me."

Sarah's eyes filled instantly with tears. "Lucas, did you hear her… She said she'd rather hurt herself than apologize to me…"

Lucas pulled her into his arms protectively, then shot me a furious glare.

"Elena, you bought this place, sure, but I helped renovate it. We're broken up, but I still have the right to live here. Sarah and I are staying tonight—so you're the one who should leave!"

"Fine. Not leaving?" I pulled out my phone and switched on the camera. "Then let the entire pack see how their so-called future leader fools around in his fiancée's bed."

Lucas's face drained of color. He lunged toward me, reaching for my phone.

"Don't you dare!"

I stepped back. "Try me. You have ten minutes. If you're still here after that, the whole pack gets this video."

Lucas glared at me, his chest rising and falling with ragged anger.

Panic flickered across Sarah's face. She tugged at Lucas's arm. "Lucas, forget this crazy bitch—let's go."

Lucas clenched his teeth, jabbing a finger toward my face. "Fine, Elena. You win. Just wait. Within three days, you'll be on your knees begging for my forgiveness!"

With that, the two of them scrambled to get dressed, fumbling around as they packed their things in shame.

The stench in the air hadn't faded, but for the first time, the house finally felt like it might be cleansed.

What I didn't expect was how bottomless human shamelessness could be.

Ten minutes later, instead of leaving, they delivered an even bigger "surprise."

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Adventure Mafia Romance

7.8

Broken by the Alpha: The Moon Singer's Rise

7.8

I was the Alpha’s Fated Mate, but to Jacob, I was nothing more than a tool to soothe his rage with my piano music. He paraded Kassandra around as his true love, treating me like a servant in my own home. When Rogues attacked our territory, Jacob had to make a split-second choice. He chose to save Kassandra, believing her lie that she was pregnant with his heir. While he protected her, Kassandra looked me in the eye and stomped on my hand—crushing the bones and destroying my ability to play the music that kept the pack sane. I left the pack that night, broken and alone. It took Jacob weeks to discover the truth. Kassandra was never pregnant; she had been taking birth control for years and stealing millions from the pack treasury. Realizing he had sacrificed his true mate for a liar, Jacob destroyed Kassandra and came crawling back to me. He found me in Vienna, healed and rising as the powerful White Wolf Luna. He knelt in the dirt, slicing his own arm with a silver blade, begging for a chance to bleed for me the way I had bled for him. He offered me his Alpha title, his fortune, and his life. I looked at the man who had once been my entire world and felt nothing but a cold, hollow silence. "I don't hate you, Jacob," I said, turning to the man who truly loved me. "I just don't care."

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8.5

His Cold Heart, My Fiery Soul

8.5

Delphine Yenla has learned one thing the hard way; love doesn't just hurt, it breaks you in ways you don't recover from. So she stopped believing in it. She chose independence, control, and a life where no one could get close enough to hurt her again. And for a while, it worked. Until Wilson Dan walked into her world. Cold, composed, and impossible to read, Wilson is the kind of man who never loses control. He does not get involved. He does not make mistakes. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter. But she doesn't realize... Wilson is not the kind of man you resist twice. People don't challenge him. Delphine does. From their very first encounter, something shifts. The tension between them is immediate, sharp, unsettling, impossible to ignore. And from the moment he notices her, walking away stops being a choice. Every conversation feels like a quiet battle. Every glance lingers longer than it should. And the more they try to stay in control, the more everything begins to slip. But this is not just about attraction. There are things Wilson isn't saying. Things Delphine is starting to notice. And people around them who are already watching... and waiting. What began as resistance quickly became something she cannot control. Because this is not just about feelings. It is about power. It is about position. And Delphine may already be standing somewhere she doesn't understand, somewhere she cannot simply walk away from. Is she getting closer to Wilson... or already too deep to step out? When control finally breaks, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Some hearts don't just fall in love. They fall into something they may not survive.

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8.4

His Dangerous Love: The Writer And The Don

8.4

I was exactly three thousand words away from eviction when the heir to the New York underworld smashed my laptop and offered me a job instead of an apology. Dante Vitiello wanted me to write a memoir that would paint him as a saint. I moved into his penthouse, thinking I could keep things professional. But when his arranged fiancée, the daughter of the Chicago Outfit, arrived, she didn't see an employee. She saw a threat. She didn't just humiliate me; she leaked fake evidence to the press, branding me as a federal informant. I woke up in a hospital bed with the word "RAT" plastered across every gossip site. Sofia’s guards were stationed outside my door, blocking even the nurses. I was a liability. A stain on the Vitiello name. I knew how these stories ended. The Prince always chooses the Family. The Alliance is more important than the girl. I was packing my bag, shaking with fear, ready to disappear into the night to save him from ruin. But Dante didn't come to fire me. He walked into the boardroom where his father and the Chicago Boss were waiting for him to beg for forgiveness. He looked at the crown that was his birthright, then he looked at the gun on the table. He didn't kneel. He didn't apologize. He slammed his weapon down, shattering a hundred-year alliance and forfeiting his empire with a single sentence. "Keep the crown. I take the girl."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.3

Nightfall - A Mafia Romance

7.3

A mafia billionaire single dad romance. I just discovered the don's darkest secret. Wait 'til he finds out mine... The Bratva don and I made a deal: Spare my father. Take me instead. But Dmitry Tsezar wasn't satisfied with my body. He wanted everything else, too. My obedience. My submission. My heart. My soul. And when that still wasn't enough, he came to take my life. But then I found something. Something twisted. Something wrong. Something hidden in a locked room of his mansion, in a wing he warned me never, ever to wander near. When I opened the door and discovered Dmitry's secret... Everything changed forever.

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8.8

Reborn Heiress: Claimed By The Dark Don

8.8

I spent three years hating Damien Castillo, the ruthless mafia Don who kidnapped me from my engagement party and ruined my reputation. But in the end, it was my perfect fiancé, Julian, and my sweet half-sister, Sophia, who slipped the deadly poison into my wine. As the venom burned through my veins in that freezing cellar, I watched Julian smile. He and Sophia had orchestrated my brutal death. She had been sleeping in his bed all along, intentionally miscarrying his bastard child just to frame me as 'impure' and strip me of my family's protection. My own father used me as a political pawn, letting them throw me away like garbage. And Damien? The monster I had fought and despised for years marched straight into a suicide ambush for me. He was riddled with bullets, turning his body into a human shield just to buy me a few more seconds of life. "Touch her and you die." I died in that blood-soaked basement, clutching his lifeless body, suffocating on my own blind trust. Why did I ever believe the golden boy who betrayed me? Why did I fight the only man who truly loved me? Opening my eyes again, the stench of copper and mold was gone, replaced by the scent of Cuban cigars and black silk. I was back in 1928, on the exact night Damien stormed my engagement party and locked me in his penthouse. This time, when the ruthless Don approached me, I didn't scream or run back to my killers. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

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