His Loss, Her Eternal Unbreakable Love
My husband, Jackson, the Alpha of the Dorsey Pack, was supposed to be my partner, my equal. I paid for everything, from his suits to our private jet. Today, the man I loved told me I wasn't flying with him to the Alpha Summit.
Instead, he declared his mistress, Amber, "fragile" and needing my jet, while I got an economy ticket. His mother, Cornelia, added my healing "aura" was too "intense" for Amber.
My heart shattered from the public humiliation. Jackson kissed Amber, a tenderness denied me for years, while the pack looked away. He even blocked our mind-link, the ultimate rejection.
A searing, cold rage erupted. For five years, I suppressed my royal White Wolf blood, enduring their disdain for a man who now cast me aside like trash.
As my jet lifted into the sky, something inside me unleashed. I pulled out my phone, fingers trembling with resolve. "Cancel the Gulfstream's flight. Ground them. Cut everything. The game is over."
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Chapter 2
Haley's POV:
The Packhouse was dead silent.
Normally, this place was loud and chaotic. Young wolves sparring in the yard, Omegas clattering plates in the kitchen, fifty werewolves living under one roof creating a constant, low thrum of energy.
But most of the high-ranking members had gone to the summit, and the rest were out on patrol.
I walked through the grand foyer. My heels clicked sharply against the marble floors. I had paid to import these from Italy because Cornelia claimed the old hardwood hurt her sensitive feet.
I stepped into the kitchen. The staff, mostly low-ranking Omegas who couldn't shift, looked up in sheer terror. They were eating scraps-minced meat and dry bread.
"Where is the roast?" I asked, looking at the empty counters.
"Madam Cornelia took the best cuts of meat to her room before heading to the airport," a young girl named Sarah whispered. "She said... she said the servants didn't deserve Wagyu."
I closed my eyes. I had specifically bought that beef for tonight's staff appreciation dinner.
My phone vibrated. It was a video call request from Jackson.
I accepted it.
Jackson's face filled the screen. He was flushed and looked furious. The background noise was the chaotic buzz of an airport terminal.
"Why is my card declining?!" he yelled. People in the background turned to look. "We landed in Kansas to refuel, and the pilot said the fuel account is frozen!"
"Is it?" I asked, picking up an apple and examining it closely. "What a shame."
"Haley, fix it now! Amber is hungry. She needs organic venison, and the airport restaurant won't take the corporate card."
Amber's face appeared over his shoulder. She looked pale, but malice glinted in her eyes.
"Oh, Haley," she cooed, her tone dripping with fake sympathy. "Did you forget to pay the bills again? You know how forgetful you get when you're stressed. Maybe you should transfer the authorization to Jackson. He is the Alpha, after all."
"Authorization requires the account holder's biometric scan," I said calmly. "And that's me."
"Then approve it!" Jackson roared. "I command you!"
I felt the heavy pressure of the Alpha Command.
In the werewolf world, the Alpha's voice is law. It can force other wolves into submission, making them bare their necks and fall to their knees.
I felt a wave of pressure wash over me, trying to force my head down.
But I was a Master Healer. My spirit had been forged through years of wrestling with death itself. My mental shields were impenetrable.
I took a bite of the apple. Crunch.
I stared dead into the camera. I didn't bow, and I didn't flinch.
"No," I said.
Jackson froze. The sheer shock on his face was incredibly satisfying. For an Alpha Command to fail was exceedingly rare. It either meant the Alpha was weak, or the one being commanded possessed extraordinary power.
He chose to believe the former was impossible.
"You... you dare defy my command?" he stammered.
"You broke our contract, Jackson," I said. "And I'm not just talking about our marriage license. I mean the original agreement, the one you signed in red ink. You abandoned that loyalty on the tarmac today."
"I am your mate!"
"And," I said, pointing at Amber on the screen, "she is clearly your top priority. Let her pay for the fuel."
"I don't have human money," Amber scoffed coldly. "I live the old ways."
"Then go hunt rabbits in the parking lot," I said.
Cornelia's shrill voice pierced through the background: "Haley! Stop this nonsense at once! We are the Dorsey Pack!"
"Now you understand," I said.
"Just wait until I get home," Jackson threatened. "You will be punished. You'll spend a week in the cells for this insolence."
"You have to get home first," I reminded him. "And Jackson? Don't bother coming to the clinic for your migraines tonight. We're closed."
I hung up.
I looked at Sarah and the rest of the staff. They were staring at me with wide eyes.
"Order pizza," I said, pulling a wad of cash from my purse-my personal cash, not pack funds. "Whatever you guys want, put it on my tab."
"But... Luna," Sarah stammered. "The Alpha said..."
"I'm not the Luna anymore," I said, feeling a massive weight lift off my shoulders. "I'm just the landlord."
I turned and headed for the stairs.
I needed to pack my bags. But first, I had a specific destination in mind.
I walked up to the third floor, the Alpha Wing.
The door to my bedroom was closed.
I pushed it open.
The scent hit me instantly. It wasn't just lingering perfume; it was the scent of sex.
Vanilla and musk. Sickeningly sweet.
It was fresh.
Not only had they humiliated me at the airport, but they had defiled my sanctuary before they even left.
I stood in the doorway, and for the first time in my life, I felt absolutely no urge to heal.
I felt the urge to destroy.
"The bill has been issued," I whispered to the empty room. "And the interest rate is a bitch."
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When armed intruders broke into their estate in the dead of night, she called her husband in pure terror.
"Stop playing these cheap, attention-seeking games," Gregory sneered with disgust, and hung up the phone.
She barely escaped with her life, but the cruelty only escalated. At the family mansion, his dead fiancée's sister deliberately scalded Andrea's hand with boiling tea. Instead of defending his wife, Gregory publicly humiliated her, ordering her to clean up the mess while calling her a stray dog.
That night, hiding in the dark wine cellar, Andrea overheard a chilling confession.
Gregory admitted to his brother that he knew Andrea was completely innocent of the car crash that killed his fiancée. He knew she had been framed.
Why did he marry her? Just to use her as a psychological punching bag to vent his twisted grief. He watched her suffer every single day, treating her like disposable trash, while violently threatening anyone who showed her an ounce of kindness.
He thought she was just a useless, helpless shadow who would quietly endure his torment forever.
He had no idea that behind her submissive facade, she was secretly Madame Lan, the apex predator of the global fashion world. And now, she was ready to burn his empire to the ground.
8.4
My love. My ruin.
Ashton Hampton saved me from my mother's scandal. I gave him my whole heart.
Then he told me he was marrying another woman for business. My role? His hidden mistress.
At our engagement party, his new fiancée accused me of ruining her brooch. Ashton didn't question it. He demanded I apologize.
The crowd attacked. He watched.
I climbed onto a helicopter and disappeared.
Eighteen years later, I saw him on a park bench—broken, hollow, begging for one more word.
I gave him two: “No comment.”
8.9
I sold three years of my life to a billionaire to save my mother. I was his pretend fiancée, a stand-in for his ex, counting down the days until the contract ended and we could finally be free.
But just as we were about to escape, his real girlfriend returned and publicly accused me of faking a pregnancy to trap him.
My fiancé, Drake, didn't hesitate. He called me a disgusting gold-digger and threatened to pull my mother's medical funding to force me into an abortion.
The shock of his cruelty sent my mother into cardiac arrest. She died right there in the hospital.
They demanded I abort a child that could never exist, a lie built to destroy me.
But they didn't know my secret. After my mother' s death, I finally told him the truth that shattered his world: I was born without a uterus. And with her last letter in my hand, I walked away from him forever.
8.5
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8.5
Years ago, when I was very small, we lived in a great house in a long, straight, brown-coloured street, in the east end of London. It was a noisy, crowded street in the daytime; but a silent, lonesome street at night, when the gas-lights, few and far between, partook of the character of lighthouses rather than of illuminants, and the tramp, tramp of the policeman on his long beat seemed to be ever drawing nearer, or fading away, except for brief moments when the footsteps ceased, as he paused to rattle a door or window, or to flash his lantern into some dark passage leading down towards the river.
9.3
She thought their love could survive anything. She was wrong.
For five years, Amara Hayes was the perfect wife - loyal, gentle, and endlessly forgiving. She believed her husband, Ethan Blackwell, when he said his late nights were for business. She trusted him when he swore his heart was hers.
Until the night she walked into his office and saw him making love to another woman.
Humiliated, heartbroken, and betrayed, Amara left without a word - leaving behind her wedding ring, her identity, and the man who destroyed her faith in love.
Three years later, she returns to New York as a powerful businesswoman with a new name and a cold smile. She's no longer the naive wife he controlled - she's his rival, his downfall, and his punishment.
But Ethan isn't the same man either. He's haunted by the woman he lost and desperate for redemption. And when fate throws them together again, old flames reignite amid a storm of revenge, pain, and forbidden desire.
He once broke her heart. Now, she'll make him wish he never did.
9.5
Sapphyra
9.5
Sapphyra used to have it all: a super-genius husband, a superhero career, and a dragon side she actually got along with.
Then everything went to hell.
When the world faced a threat she couldn't punch, Sapphyra tried to sacrifice herself so everyone she loved could escape. But Wyatt, her husband with backup plans for his backup plans, refused to let her die. He trapped her inside a digital coma, planning to wake her when the world settled down.
That was 100 years ago.
Now Sapphyra has ripped herself free and woken to a ruined city, a broken world, and a body she barely recognizes. Her powers are locked away. Her dragon side is caged. And the Class System controlling it all? Wyatt put it inside her.
Because of course he did.
It only gets messier. Guy, the charming golden retriever-energy hero she met inside the coma, is real-and so are his feelings for her. Meanwhile, Wyatt separated his mind from his body, so now his consciousness follows Sapphyra around like a brilliant, possessive bad hangover.
And then there's Rupert Domingo, the madman who escaped her digital nightmare and now rules the ruined city like his personal kingdom. He knows what happened while Sapphyra slept, and he'll give her answers...
If she survives his game first.
To win, Sapphyra has to rebuild her city, untangle her powers, face Wyatt's sins, and decide what scares her more: losing herself to grief, or becoming the dragon Rupert is desperate to wake up.