The Wolfless Girl's Forbidden Alpha Mate

For ten years, Eleonora devoted herself to Julian Sterling, waiting for the day she would finally become his wife. But at the grand ball, just three months before their wedding, Julian walked in with her cousin Isabella on his arm. In front of the entire high society, he publicly broke their engagement, announcing he would marry Isabella instead. Worse, he arrogantly declared that Eleonora would become his "treasured mistress" so he could still use her massive dowry to fund his army. When she looked to her father for defense, Lord Reginald actually agreed. Her entire family-her father, her uncle, the elders-all demanded she accept this humiliating arrangement, eager to drain her mother's fortune to secure their own parasitic ambitions. Ten years of quiet devotion and her late mother's dying wish were trampled into the mud. She finally realized her family was nothing but a nest of greedy vipers, and they fully expected her to kneel and accept her utter ruin. But she refused to be their sacrificial lamb. Taking the secret ledgers of her vast inheritance, Eleonora walked straight into the fortress of the most ruthless and feared man in the empire. "I will fully equip three legions of your heavy cavalry." "In exchange, I require a title. I wish to become the Duchess of Vanderbilt."

I was staring at a high-resolution photo of my husband burying his face in another woman’s neck when his text came through. "Pizza or Thai?" He wasn't just cheating. The photos showed him playing house with a woman named Serena and a little boy who had his exact nose. He had told me he wasn't ready for children, yet here he was, giving his world to a secret family. When I confronted them at his company gala, Serena didn't apologize. She smirked, ripped the wedding ring off my finger, and shoved me hard. I hit the floor with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded in my stomach. "Help me," I gasped, clutching my belly. "My baby." Michael looked at me. Then he looked at Serena and the boy. He made his choice. He turned his back on his bleeding, pregnant wife and escorted his mistress out the emergency exit to avoid a scandal. He left me there to die. He didn't know that the "son" he was protecting was a rental—a prop Serena hired to trap him. And he didn't know that the baby he left to die on the gallery floor was the only real child he would ever have. I didn't go home to cry. I sent him a receipt for a cremation service for "Baby Boy Hayes," withdrew half our savings, and vanished. He thinks he's free. He has no idea I'm still alive, and I’m taking his real son with me.

I stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, my stomach twisting into a violent knot. I was just a low-ranking Omega ward of the Hardin family, secretly pregnant by my terrifying guardian, the Pack Alpha, Jameson Small. When he suddenly returned, his suffocating Alpha aura crushed me. He noticed my scent was masked by bitter herbs and immediately ordered the Pack Doctor to draw my blood. I tried to escape, but he caught me. He tore up my secret job application to a distant territory and locked me in my bedroom, intending to supervise the blood test himself. My adoptive parents didn't even try to protect me. They just told me to stop embarrassing the family and obey his every command. When I resisted, he pinned me against his desk, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat. If he found out about the baby, I would be locked in his gilded cage forever. So, I made a desperate gamble. I let the harsh side effects of the herbs trigger a bloody, fake miscarriage right in front of him. "You caused this!" I screamed, blaming his violent Alpha command for tearing my cycle apart. Seeing the blood pooling on the floor, the invincible Alpha froze in utter shock and guilt. While he was consumed by his mistake, I packed my bags and fled to the neutral Pack Academy. This time, I would hide my child and finally break free.

Today was supposed to be my Mating Ceremony with Benson Haynes, the powerful Gamma General. But instead of a loving union, my fated mate gave me a living nightmare. He despised my weak Omega status and openly gave all his love to my stepsister, Alondra. He used our sacred mate bond as a weapon to inflict unimaginable pain. He stole every healing breakthrough I made and laid them at Alondra's feet. When my loyal maid tried to protect me, he had her brutally beaten to death. In the end, I was left to bleed out on a cold stone floor, listening to them celebrate my demise. "She was just a useless Omega anyway, finally out of our way." Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why the Moon Goddess had tied me to such a cruel monster. Why did my own family and my fated mate want me dead when all I did was submit? Opening my eyes again, the sharp pain vanished, replaced by the cool touch of my silk ceremonial gown. I was back on the exact day of my Mating Ceremony. This time, I would not let him Mark me. I would steal his signet ring, forge my own Rejection, and make them pay for every drop of blood I shed.

I survived a transport crash in the 22nd century only to wake up in the broken body of Aryanna, a "wolfless" orphan adopted by a prestigious werewolf pack. But my new life didn't begin in a warm bed. I woke up chained to the cold stone gates of the Citadel, my back being ripped open by a whip. My fiancé, the Alpha heir Damien, had falsely accused me of treason. It was a convenient lie to publicly discard me for his new mistress, who stood by laughing as he ordered salt water poured into my bleeding wounds. When I managed to survive and drag my battered body back to my adoptive family's estate, the nightmare only worsened. My adoptive sisters had ordered my only loyal servant beaten to the brink of death and left my little brother to die of a severe fever. "Look at you, you filthy wolfless mutt. You've disgraced the Mcknight name." The old Aryanna would have sobbed and cowered, accepting her fate as a powerless creature in a world of cruel predators. But I am not the old Aryanna. Unlocking a futuristic medical sanctuary within my mind, I pulled my servant back from the dead. Then, I picked up a heavy iron fire poker and walked toward the people who thought they could break me. It was time to show this barbaric pack how a surgeon dissects her enemies.

I held the positive pregnancy report, hoping it would finally bring a trace of warmth to my cold, transactional marriage with Aloysius Lawson. Instead, he didn't even glance at it. He slid a medical consent form across his massive desk and coldly ordered me to abort the baby. His sister Eloisa's leukemia had relapsed. She needed a bone marrow transplant, and I was the only match. He accused me of carrying another man's bastard, completely denying the one chaotic night we actually spent together. When I desperately sought help from my childhood friend Julian at a gala, he publicly humiliated me, terrified of my husband's wrath. Aloysius's mistress mocked me in front of the elite crowd, while my own mother begged me to save our family's failing company, oblivious that the price was my baby's life. Aloysius dragged me home, bruising my arms, and threatened to destroy anyone who dared to help me. I begged him, offering to wait three weeks for a DNA test to prove the child was his true heir. "Why would I wait three weeks?" he sneered, his eyes devoid of humanity. "Eloisa doesn't have three weeks. It has to go." I was entirely alone, treated as nothing more than a blood bag and a pawn. Why was my flesh and blood worth absolutely nothing to them? Sitting in the sterile room of the private abortion clinic, holding the flimsy blue scrubs he forced me to wear, my despair finally hardened into pure rage. When the nurse urged me to hurry, I dropped the scrubs to the floor. "I'm waiting for someone," I said, my voice eerily steady as I took the first step to destroy them all.