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WOLFLESS: Accidentally Marked By The Devil's Son

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, emotional and physical abuse, trauma, betrayal, humiliation, and mature content. However, it also delivers humor, sharp sarcasm, a doting (and dangerous) mate, and chaotic chemistry between the leads. ★★ Synopsis ★★ They called her wolf-less. A disgrace. A curse. The girl blamed for her brother’s death. The unwanted twin. The shame her pack never stopped punishing. For seventeen years, Isabella endured cruelty from everyone who should have protected her—her Alpha, her pack, even her own blood. Beaten down. Enslaved. Ignored. Yet she never broke. Until the night her first heat dragged her into a forest she was never meant to enter. That night, she met Lucain. A king who had been sleeping for centuries. Cold. Ruthless. Starved. A ruler who rejected fate, bonds, and the Moon Goddess herself. He took her blood to survive. He meant to kill her afterward. Instead, he marked her. A bond never meant to exist. A mate never meant to live. A king never meant to awaken. The mark ignites a secret no one was meant to uncover—one that places Isabella at the center of power, prophecy, and bloodshed. Now the packs want her dead. The Elders want to use her. And enemies far older than wolves are watching. Lucain has spent his existence proving he cannot be owned. No bond. No mate.No weakness. Isabella has spent her life learning how to survive. Forced together by fate and hunted by the world, they face an impossible choice. Bow to destiny and submit to the bond… Or burn down everything that ever tried to control them. Because when fate tightens its grip, the real question isn’t whether the bond can be rejected... It’s what happens when the girl everyone broke becomes the one thing a king cannot afford to lose. •♪♪• Hi, my name is Isabella. Follow me through a journey of survival, self-discovery, vengeance… and a dangerously unexpected love. #StrongFL #EnemiesToLovers #FatedMate #PowerCouple #fromHatefulToDotingHusband #DarkRomance #SlowBurnChaos
Saa_Mohd · 163.9k Views

Remarriage Failed Again Today

[A Story of Male Lead Abuse · A Rebirth Novel] What is love? Young and ignorant, Annabelle Linton spent her entire life to understand that it was an obsession. Once fallen, it's impossible to break free. It can give you life, and it can also bring you death. After her rebirth, she wore a smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with ice. A friend once asked her why she loved him so much. She fell silent, then casually changed the subject without answering, but a dazed look flickered in her eyes. Perhaps it was because the years went by too fast, the world was too harsh, and the road was too difficult to walk alone, and she just wanted a home... **** There were only two kinds of people Mr. Grant hated most in this life: those he hated, and Annabelle Linton. But there was never a reason for hating Annabelle Linton, and he never looked for one. But later, he thought about it. Was it perhaps his confidence that she would never leave, no matter what? But reality later told him that he was wrong. In this world, is there really anyone who would never leave? [This novel's main focus is on the male lead's suffering. The male lead appears to be a jerk, so patience is required. He unknowingly hurt the female lead for many years. After her rebirth, the female lead stays away from him, and the male lead is completely tormented. In the later parts of the story, the male lead will have all the reactions you'd expect to see, such as suicide attempts... But the ending is a happy one. This book isn't exactly a doting romance or a gratifying romp, but it's certainly not a tragic tearjerker. If you enjoy stories that focus on the male lead's suffering, then I think you'll like this one. If you prefer sweet and fluffy stories, please check out my other book, "My Love for You, an Incurable Disease".]
Mu Jinyan · 97.5k Views

Arranged Marriage with the cold CEO

I woke up in a hospital bed after a month in a coma with a scar on my temple, a hollow space in my mind, and an entire year of my life missing. They told me I was lucky to be alive. They told me it was just an accident. They told me not to strain myself trying to remember. My family hovered over me with warmth and concern, their affection almost suffocating as if they were terrified I would disappear again. Everyone treated me gently… everyone except my sister. Francesca never pretended to be relieved that I survived. If anything, she looked disappointed that I did. I thought adjusting to memory loss would be the hardest part of my recovery. I was wrong. One month after returning home, I was informed over breakfast....casually, as though discussing the weather.....that I would be getting married in two weeks. Not because I fell in love. Not because I chose to. But because my sister could not fulfill her obligation. And just like that, I became the replacement bride in a business alliance worth more than my entire existence. The funniest part? I did not even know the name of the man I was supposed to marry. Ohhh… I knew his name exactly one week before the wedding. Along with every intimidating detail about his family, their empire, their power, and the way markets trembled when they made decisions. Khaos Hawthorne. Heir to the Hawthorne Consortium. A dynasty built on dominance, precision, and ruthless intelligence. A man described as untouchable, controlled, and incapable of emotional weakness. To him, this marriage is a strategic move. To my family, it is salvation. To me… it is a life I cannot remember choosing. Because here is the truth no one speaks about: I do not remember who I was before the accident. I do not know what kind of woman I used to be. And I certainly do not know what kind of wife I am expected to become. But the first time Khaos Hawthorne and I truly looked at each other....something shifted in my chest. Something unfamiliar. My heart began to beat in a way I could not explain. In a way that felt dangerously real. This marriage was supposed to be a contract. A transaction. A carefully calculated alliance. So why does it feel like I am standing at the edge of something i can't control? And why do I have the unsettling feeling that my forgotten past is tied to my future in ways I have yet to uncover?
Night_shade07 · 1k Views

HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE AN UNWANTED LUNA

She was never supposed to be Luna. She was the bastard daughter of the Gamma — the backup plan, the convenient choice, the girl who loved Jordan Rutherford since she was twelve and foolish enough to believe that one day, Jordan would finally see her as more than his best friend but as his love. For five years, Soraya Windsor was everything Paradise Pack needed. The perfect Luna. The devoted best friend. His faithful wife. The woman who raised another woman's daughter as her own and told herself it was enough — that one day, Jordan would stop looking through her and finally see her. He never did. On the day Soraya discovers she's carrying his heir, her golden stepsister Magda returns. More cunning than beautiful, more dangerous than anyone remembers — and she’s here to fulfill a promise that will burn Soraya's world to ash and reduce everything she built to nothing. Suddenly the girl who gave everything is fighting for a marriage that was never truly hers, a daughter she raised but didn't birth, and a man who never once chose her when he had the choice. So she makes the only decision she has left. She walks away. Five years later, Soraya Windsor comes back. Not broken. Not begging. She returns wealthy, untouchable, unforgiving — and Jordan Rutherford is about to discover what it costs to make someone's love feel like a favor. His pack is crumbling. She is the only one who can save it. But why would she? Hell hath no fury like an unwanted Luna.
MarcellaCross · 2.4k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 13.8k Views

The Feral Alpha's Captive

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut
Lilac_Everglade · 214.6k Views

Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

They say seven is the number of perfection. For Luna Seraphine, it was the number that ended her silence. Six times, she tore the divorce papers apart, choosing love over pride, endurance over dignity, surrendering to the cruel demands of the mate who never cherished her. The seventh time, she signed her name without trembling. Alpha Ravyn panicked. His mistress, Daisy, the daughter of Seraphine’s former nanny, laughed it off. She’s only throwing a tantrum, they said. She’ll crawl back. They were wrong. The truth shattered what little remained of her heart: the child she had loved and raised for six years was never hers. That revelation became her breaking point and her rebirth. This time, Luna Seraphine walked away without looking back. As her power rose, so did Ravyn’s regret. The Alpha who once discarded her now slept outside her door, desperate for a single glance. But the woman who opened that door was no longer the Luna he broke. Cold. Untouchable. Unforgiving. Ravyn fell to his knees, begging for her hand, only to realize he was no longer the only one. Men of influence and power now competed for her attention. Because Luna Seraphine was no longer just a Luna. She was a world-renowned business mogul. A shadowed philanthropist. The most sought-after surgeon of her time, and a cyber genius. This time, she is not surviving the story written for her. She is rewriting it. And only she decides how it ends.
Glorious_Eagle · 281.5k Views