His Defiant Luna: The Return Of The Exiled Mate
Just hours after I endured a grueling labor to give Kaelen, my fated mate and the Alpha, two beautiful twins, he walked into the infirmary.
Instead of holding our newborns, his Alpha aura pinned me to the bed as he coldly announced, "I reject you as my mate."
He claimed I reeked of another Alpha. His sister Vanessa threw a stack of photos at my face, showing me at a cafe with a broad-shouldered man. Before I could even explain, Kaelen forced a pen into my trembling hand while I was still bleeding, making me sign away my parental rights. His mother then snatched my newborn son Liam from the crib.
"Take the girl and get out of my territory," Kaelen commanded, leaving me in the freezing room with my severed mate-bond and my crying daughter.
I didn't understand how our sacred bond could be shattered by a single fake photo, or how my fated mate could be so blind and ruthless as to rip my baby from my arms.
Five years later, his precious heir is dying, and Kaelen desperately needs an alliance and a bone marrow donor. But when he finally sees me at a high-society gala, he doesn't find a broken, exiled Omega.
He finds me standing beside that very same "lover"—Dominic, the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack, my older brother. And this time, I am the one holding the blade.
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Chapter 8
Kaelen POV
*“You broke our family, Kaelen, and now you want me to bleed to fix your broken heir.”*
Her anguished words tore at my sanity for the entire car ride back from the infirmary. I tried to tell myself she was lying, tried to tell myself I had done nothing wrong. But Draegan growled in my mind, his voice filled with truths I did not want to face.
You took her son from her.
I forced the thought down.
When I stormed into my private study at the Pack House, the air was thick with my erratic scent of winter pine and ozone. My mother, Elara, stood by the fireplace, a satisfied gleam in her eyes over the newly signed alliance treaty.
I shattered her victory before she could even speak. "The Combining Ceremony with Cassondra is canceled."
Elara’s face went rigid, the color draining from her cheeks. "Are you out of your mind? You would humiliate Cassondra a second time for that disgraceful Omega? You will isolate this Pack and make us a laughingstock!"
"Liam is dying," I snarled, my Alpha aura crashing down on the room, forcing her to lower her chin. "Seraphina is his only hope. I will not give her a single excuse to refuse cooperation."
"You are making a grave mistake, Kaelen," Elara warned, her voice tight under my pressure.
I turned my back on her and walked out. I didn't care about the political fallout. As I climbed the stairs to my suite, it wasn't my mother's anger haunting me—it was the pure, unadulterated hatred in Seraphina's eyes.
The consequences of my decree arrived the very next morning.
The heavy doors to my private suite flew open. Cassondra stormed in, her suffocating artificial floral perfume burning my nose and instantly putting my senses on edge.
"Is it true?" she shrieked, her face twisted in ugly, unrestrained rage. "You're canceling the ceremony? Because that Omega whore came crawling back? You are pathetic!"
*Draegan* let out a vicious, bloodthirsty snarl in my mind at the disrespect toward our mate. My gaze turned to absolute ice. "Watch your tongue, Cassondra. This decision is about saving my son's life."
"Go rot with your rejected trash," she spat, her chest heaving with venom. "You will pay for this, Kaelen."
She spun on her heel and slammed the door, severing our political ties for good. I felt nothing but a hollow relief.
Hours later, I stood behind the black granite desk in my penthouse office at Steele Group, trying to focus on the border patrol reports. But the moment the heavy oak doors clicked open, the scent of honeysuckle after rain and pure moonlight hit me like a physical blow.
Seraphina stepped into my office uninvited. She stood tall, her posture rigid and her expression an impenetrable mask of ice.
"Have you come to your senses?" I asked, masking my desperation with cold Alpha authority. "Will you donate the marrow, or will you actually stand there and let your own flesh and blood die?"
She met my gaze unflinchingly. "I will save him. But on one condition." She stepped closer, the severed mate-bond humming agonizingly between us. "I want full custody of Liam."
My blood ran cold. The sheer audacity of her demand knocked the breath from my lungs. "You are out of your mind. He is the heir to the Black Moon Pack. You—"
You abandoned him.
The words were on the tip of my tongue. I almost said them. But then, last night's memory slapped me across the face like a physical blow. Seraphina standing in that infirmary, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice trembling with rage:
"You executed the rejection! You handed me a legal document to sign while I was still bleeding on a hospital bed! You and your vile family ripped him from my arms!"
I swallowed the words back down.
My silence made Seraphina's eyes narrow. "What's wrong, Kaelen?" Her voice was sharp, laced with icy sarcasm. "Not going to accuse me of abandoning him this time? Weren't last night's words enough?"
My jaw tightened. Draegan growled in my mind, a mixture of shame and fury.
"Is it true?" I finally asked, my voice lower than I intended. "About the document? About the way I drove you out?"
Seraphina stared at me as if I had just said something absurd. "You were there, Kaelen. You put the pen in my hand yourself. And now you ask me if it's true?"
The truth slammed into me like a silver blade straight to my chest. For years, I had told myself she left. I told myself she abandoned Liam, abandoned me, abandoned the pack. I had constructed an entire narrative in which I was the victim and she was the betrayer.
But that was a lie.
I drove her out. I was the one who shoved a legal document into her hand hours after she had given birth. I was the one who told her to sign it and get the hell off my territory.
I stared at the woman I had harmed. My throat tightened, suffocated by the weight of my own guilt.
"Custody," I repeated, my voice hoarse. "You want custody."
"I want my son back," Seraphina corrected, her voice low, a deadly and unwavering whisper. "Sign the custody transfer. Restore my rights as his mother and renounce yours. Otherwise, Kaelen, you will lose him forever."
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7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
9.0
I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."
8.1
Pretty Devil
8.1
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
7.6
A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room.
She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland.
Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror.
Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open.
He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts.
The situation was a complete death trap.
Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts.
Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall.
Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises.
The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled.
As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl.
She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game.
Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man.
"Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you."
With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.
9.6
I was the devoted Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But he coldly rejected our sacred bond for a pure-blooded she-wolf, tossing me aside like garbage.
That was when a cold voice in my head revealed the horrifying truth.
"Your fate is to be rejected, a tragic footnote in their epic love story."
My entire life was a scripted prophecy controlled by a twisted entity.
According to the script, I was supposed to be locked away, my inner wolf withering from the broken bond until I died in agony.
The entity even confessed to orchestrating the murder of Alpha Gideon, the only father figure I ever had, just to keep our bloodline enslaved to this sick narrative.
I refused to be a ghost in someone else's happily ever after.
Why should my family die and my soul be erased just to serve a predetermined fate?
Instead of crying like the prophecy demanded, I tore my own soul apart to shatter the ancient Scroll of Fate, destroying the entity itself.
Opening my eyes again, I was back to being a ten-year-old child.
It was the exact day my lifelong trauma began.
"Do as I say, Elara. Do not make any more trouble for me."
My mother was trying to force me to take the blame for a bully, just to save her own reputation.
This time, I am writing the script.
8.0
My sister Rosalie always played the role of my gentle protector. On the night of my engagement, she insisted I take a secluded canyon road for my own safety.
In my past life, I didn't know it was a deadly trap. I fell for the staged ambush and the rival mobster, Julian, who took a fake bullet to "save" me.
Because of my blind trust, my entire Falcone bloodline was annihilated overnight. My father was beheaded, my brothers were gunned down, and my sweet little sister was left to die in a filthy alley. I was even brainwashed into betraying my new husband, Damien Moretti. I shot the only man who truly protected me right through the heart, just before Rosalie drowned me in a freezing lake, laughing as she confessed she was just a bastard child stealing my life.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very night my nightmare began. I was trapped in a penthouse, a lethal drug melting my sanity, pinned beneath Damien. But after he brutally sweat the poison out of my veins, he didn't look at me with love. He handed me a Plan B pill with a gaze full of ancient, chilling hatred.
"Swallow it," he commanded, his voice a sheet of ice.
He remembers. The Dark Don remembers the past life where I murdered him. But this time, I won't be a pawn. I wiped the blood of my traitorous maid from my hands, ready to drag my fake sister straight to hell.