When My Mate Chose Her Over Me

On her eighteenth birthday, Ava anticipates the joy of finding her fated mate. However, her dreams are shattered when Alpha Silas, the man destined for her, publicly rejects her in favor of a human woman. Forced to endure the agony of their bond breaking, Ava must navigate the cruelty of her pack and her own internal turmoil. As Silas chooses another, Ava is left to find her own strength and redefine her future in a world that turned its back on her.

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Chapter 1

The scent hit me first—rogue wolves. Their feral, unwashed odor carried on the night breeze, setting my inner wolf, Grace, on high alert.

"Olivia, behind you!" shouted Derek, one of our younger Delta wolves patrolling the border with me.

I spun around just as a massive gray wolf lunged from the shadows. His eyes gleamed with a wild hunger that sent ice through my veins. Not the typical territory dispute—these rogues wanted blood.

"Run back to the pack house!" I commanded Derek, my voice steady despite the fear clawing at my throat. "Alert Ethan!"

As the young wolf sprinted away, I shifted instantly, my bones cracking and reforming as my Luna wolf emerged. Grace was strong—we'd trained for this—but as three more rogues slunk from the treeline, I knew we were outnumbered.

The first rogue attacked, teeth snapping inches from my throat. I dodged and countered, my jaws clamping down on his shoulder. The taste of blood filled my mouth as he yelped in pain. But the victory was short-lived. Sharp teeth sank into my hind leg, dragging me backward across the forest floor.

Pain exploded through my body as claws raked across my flank. I fought wildly, but they surrounded me, taking turns lunging and retreating. Their strategy was clear—they weren't trying to kill me quickly. They were playing, enjoying the hunt.

"Ethan!" I cried through our mind-link, desperation flooding my thoughts. "Northern border—rogues—"

A crushing weight slammed into my side, and I heard the sickening crack of ribs. My vision blurred as I collapsed onto the damp earth, the moonlight above fracturing into hazy shards. The largest rogue loomed over me, his hot breath on my face reeking of decay and malice.

A thunderous roar split the night. The massive black form of my mate burst through the trees, his Alpha aura radiating such fury that even I felt its pressure. The rogues scattered like leaves in a storm, but the damage was done.

I tried to stand but collapsed, my legs refusing to support my weight. Blood—too much blood—matted my silver fur.

"Olivia!" Ethan's voice in my mind was frantic as he shifted back to human form and gathered my wolf body in his arms. "Stay with me, love. Don't close your eyes."

But darkness was pulling me under, the moon above growing distant and cold.

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I drifted in and out of consciousness, catching fragments of panic around me.

"She's lost too much blood—"

"—rare blood type—"

"—won't survive without—"

Ethan's voice cut through the haze, desperate and commanding. "Search every record! There must be someone in the territory with her blood type!"

I wanted to reach for him, to tell him I was still fighting, but my body felt impossibly heavy. Grace whimpered within me, her strength fading alongside mine.

Time blurred. The healing den's ceiling swam above me, moonstone crystals embedded in the wood pulsing with gentle light. Maeve, our pack healer, worked tirelessly, her hands moving in practiced motions as she applied poultices to my wounds and murmured ancient healing chants.

"Stay with us, Luna," she whispered. "Your mate is moving mountains to save you."

I believed her. Ethan had always been my protector, from the moment he'd promised my dying mother he would keep me safe. Through seven years of our mate bond, he'd never failed me.

When I next opened my eyes, Ethan was bursting through the healing den doors, a petite female with copper hair trailing behind him.

"I found her," he announced, relief evident in his voice. "A lone wolf living on the outskirts of our territory. She has the blood type."

Maeve moved quickly, preparing for the transfusion while Ethan knelt beside my bed, his fingers intertwining with mine.

"You'll be alright now, my Luna," he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead. "This is Amber. She's agreed to help."

I turned my head weakly, meeting the gaze of the woman who would save my life. Her eyes—a striking amber that matched her name—held something I couldn't quite identify. Not compassion or concern, but something calculating, assessing.

"Thank you," I managed to whisper.

She smiled, but it didn't reach those amber eyes. "Of course. What else could I do?"

As Maeve began the transfusion, Ethan hovered not over me, but Amber. He brushed her copper hair back from her face with a gentleness that seemed oddly intimate.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked her. "This won't hurt for long."

Something cold settled in my stomach that had nothing to do with my injuries. Grace growled softly within me, a warning I was too weak to heed.

"She'll need to stay close," Ethan announced as my eyelids grew heavy again. "As blood security. In case Olivia needs more."

Through the fog of pain and medication, I watched my mate's hand linger on Amber's shoulder, his eyes filled with a concern that seemed excessive for a stranger.

As darkness claimed me once more, one thought echoed in my fading consciousness: Why was he looking at her like that?

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Palermo does not forgive. Neither does it forget. When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city. Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named. The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings. The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve. But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart: Guerrero Valenti. The father who abandoned him. The legend whose name alone commands obedience. The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire. And when he comes, Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall. Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood. This is the story of survival. Of fire and steel. Of a mother and her son. Of a father's return. Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI. And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .

Action Modern Mystery

9.2

Fated to the Dangerous and Possessive Lycan King

9.2

After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot. In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts. He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago. To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world. "A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust. Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone. I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead. But I was wrong about him being powerless. One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura. He wasn't crippled at all. The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.6

Her Fate is Sealed: Target of the Vengeful Beast King

7.6

They say karma strikes when you least expect it. And for me, it did. That small boy I once harassed, ignored, and bullied is now a fully grown Urekai Alpha with immense power, unmatched strength, and a name associated with many fearsome reputations. And because he once swore vengeance, I have been running all my life. But he has caught me. The hatred he has for me is one I have never known before. Coated with venom. Burning with spite. Only in those cold, satanic gray eyes have I seen hate in its rawest, purest form. I thought I had prepared for this day. That I was ready for the revenge and retribution he promised. However, the punishment he delivers is one I never saw coming. But how do you break what is already broken? How do you drown one who lives with their head buried underwater? How do you kill something that stopped breathing a long time ago? And more terrifying still, how the hell does love grow from the most venomous, hate-filled, black heart to ever exist? * NOTE: This book is a complete standalone. Though set in the Urekai universe, this story introduces entirely new characters with their own depths, nuances, and experiences. You need not read "That Prince Is A Girl" to enjoy or understand this tale, for it is a completely independent story of its own.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.0

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

9.0

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

Action Modern Romance

9.8

My Boss My Babydaddy

9.8

Roses are red, tequila hits hard, and I danced like I owned the damn night. Now? Everything's a hot mess. Emily Hart just landed the dream job, personal secretary to the sinfully rich, dangerously fine CEO of Steele Empire. So naturally, she did what any girl with a fat offer letter and a killer dress would do: hit the club, danced like a vixen, and threw back shots until reality blurred and pleasure took the wheel. That's when he happened. Dominic Steele. Billionaire boss. Ruthless in the boardroom. Untamed in the bedroom. He saw her, hips swaying, lips smirking, black dress clinging like a second skin, and he didn't ask for a name. He just took. One night. One filthy, breathless, back-arching night. No promises. No names. Just raw heat and moans that echoed past midnight. Until Monday morning happened. Now, the man who made her beg without words is standing behind a glass desk in a tailored suit, And she's the new secretary who can't look him in the eye without remembering how he made her scream. She thinks he's cocky as hell. He thinks she's the sweetest kind of chaos. But when a missed period makes an unexpected appearance, it's no longer just business. It's Daddy, please....... with a whole lot of tension, temptation, and trouble in between.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.6

My Surgeon Husband's Ultimate Betrayal

8.6

My husband, a brilliant cardiac surgeon, was supposed to perform my mother's high-risk heart surgery. But just as she was being prepped, he texted me about a "major OR emergency"-a multi-car pileup he couldn't avoid. Minutes later, I saw an Instagram story. It was a picture of his hand holding another woman's, posted by a socialite whose mother was his "pet project." The caption read: "My hero, dropping everything for my mother's health scare." He wasn't saving lives in a catastrophic accident. He was holding hands for a photo op while my mother's life was on the line with a replacement surgeon. He chose them over us. He abandoned my mother's surgery for a "health scare," moved his mistress and her mother into the nursery I had prepared for our future child, and then, in front of a crowd at the hospital, publicly denied ever knowing my mother to protect his new "family." I watched him destroy our lives for their applause, for a lie. He called me dramatic, childish, and cruel for not understanding his "compassion." But what he didn't know was that I had already hired the most ruthless divorce attorney in the city. This wasn't a cry for attention; it was a declaration of war.

Action Modern Romance

When My Mate Chose Her Over Me

Chapter 1

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