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 4
Hayley's Perspective:
The air at forty thousand feet was clean and crisp.
I sat in the leather seat of my charter-not my Gulfstream, but a smaller, faster Learjet.
I swirled the champagne in my glass. It tasted like victory.
The phone on the table buzzed. It had been buzzing for an hour.
I finally picked it up. Forty-seven missed calls from Jackson. Twelve from Cornelia. Five from "Pack Attorney."
Ignoring them all, I dialed another number.
"Council of Wolves, Legal Division. Which pack, please?"
"This is Dr. Hayley Hogan. I'm filing a Clause Seven revocation against Alpha Jackson Dorsey."
Silence on the line for a moment. Clause Seven was rare. It was the "bad faith" clause.
Normally, the male filed against the female for infidelity. A female filing against a male for financial or emotional incompetence was almost unheard of.
"Dr. Hogan... are you sure? This will freeze all assets associated with the mating bond immediately."
"I know," I said. "I want the divorce papers served to him electronically. Serve them now."
"Very well. We'll need a reason to file."
"Adultery," I said. "Embezzlement of pack funds. And..." I paused, looking out the window at the clouds. "Stupidity."
"I'll... I'll mark it as 'irreconcilable differences,' ma'am."
"Do it."
I hung up.
Almost instantly, a searing pain lanced through my chest.
The Bond.
The filing of the legal document had triggered the magical severance.
The golden thread that connected my soul to Jackson's pulled taut.
I gritted my teeth. The pain was visceral, like a hook being yanked from my heart.
But beneath the pain, there was relief.
My phone lit up again. A text from Jackson.
Jackson: Cards aren't working. Hotel canceled our reservations. They said the card we registered was reported stolen. Hayley, fix this NOW! We're stranded!
I smiled and didn't reply.
Instead, I opened the mind-link for the last time.
The connection was fuzzy. He was still trying to block me, but his panic leaked through.
"Hayley! Answer me! Where are you?" His voice echoed in my head.
I took a sip of champagne.
"I'm flying to St. Barts," I projected clearly, cutting through the noise in his mind. "The weather is lovely there this time of year."
"St. Barts? You were supposed to be on a cargo flight! Listen to me, send money. Amber is crying. She's stressed. It's bad for the baby!"
"Jackson, there is no baby," I said. "And even if there were, not my problem."
"You're my mate! You're the Luna! You have responsibilities!"
"My responsibilities ended when you gave my seat to your mistress," I replied. "I've instructed the bank to flag any transactions from your location as fraud. You have no access to the trust or the contingency fund."
"How are we supposed to get home?!" The fear in his voice was delicious.
"Run!" I said. "You're a wolf, right? Use your legs!"
"Hayley, please. Mom's sick. She needs her medication."
"Tell Amber to heal her. Oh, wait. Amber's a thief. She can't heal anything."
"I command you to-"
How cute. He still thought he could command me.
When I loved him, he was an Alpha.
When I took my love back, with interest.
"Goodbye, Jackson."
I closed my eyes and visualized the golden thread in my mind.
Ragged. Ugly. Tainted by his betrayal.
I pictured a silver pair of scissors.
Snip.
The crack was audible in the physical plane. A shockwave rippled through the cabin, rattling the glasses.
The link was gone. The lingering shadow of Jackson in my mind-his moods, his wants, his selfishness-vanished.
Silence. Beautiful, absolute silence.
I let out a long breath, realizing I'd been holding it.
I looked down at my left hand. The diamond that symbolized my oppression glittered.
I walked to the garbage chute and dropped the ring in.
Trash to trash, I whispered mentally.
I went back to my seat. The pilot's voice came over the speaker.
"Dr. Hogan, we're beginning our descent into St. Barts. A car from the Sanctuary will be waiting for you."
"Thank you," I said.
I picked up my phone one last time and opened the banking app.
Dorsey Pack Operating Account: $0.00
Hayley Hogan Personal Trust: $550,000,000.00
I locked the screen.
I didn't need to do anything else to Jackson. When he realized the accounts were zeroed out, he'd implode on his own.
He didn't know yet that he wasn't coming back to a den. He didn't know the deed was in my name.
The best was yet to come.
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Andrea was trapped in a suffocating marriage with billionaire Gregory Morse, forced to live as the pathetic substitute for his dead fiancée.
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
Novel Notes
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.