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"MINE!!!!""What do you want me to do? I caught you kissing! You allow him to kiss you knowing you had a mate!" he said angrily, "You know I am your mate!!" he added.***Freya is the adoptive daughter of the warrior mated couple of the Midnight Pack. She didn't have a scent, so everyone thought that she didn't have a wolf, just like humans.Matteo Harith is the Lycan prince, soon to be king, who was waiting for his mate. He had smelled her since 9 years ago in the palace, but after that, he never found her, no matter how much he looked for her.When Matteo was assigned by his king's father to look into the case of a pack that had been wiped out, he lived in the Midnight Pack and found Freya.The moment Matteo stepped out of his SUV, Freya found out that he was her mate. But Matteo couldn't smell her at all. A tournament that had been held within the pack made Matteo find Freya to be his mate when their eyes met.When Matteo finally smelled Freya's scent, it was also the time that she remembered what had happened in her childhood and that the palace had refused to help them when they asked, which caused her biological parents' death. What is he going to do when Freya was blaming the royals and wanted to reject him even after they mark each other? 
"I, Logan Carter, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack."I could feel my heart breaking. Leon was howling inside me, and I could feel his pain.She was looking right at me, and I could see the pain in her eyes, but she refused to show it. Most wolves fall to their knees from pain. I wanted to fall to my knees and claw at my chest. But she didn’t. She was standing there with her head held high. She took a deep breath and closed her wonderful eyes."I, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack, accept your rejection."When Emma turns 18, she is surprised that her mate is the Alpha of her pack. But her happiness about finding her mate didn't last long. Her mate rejected her for a stronger she-wolf. That she-wolf hates Emma and wants to get rid of her, but that isn't the only thing Emma has to deal with. Emma finds out that she is not an ordinary wolf and that there are people who want to use her. They are dangerous. They will do everything to get what they want.What will Emma do? Will her mate regret rejecting her? Will her mate save her from the people around them? 
The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock over my head. With sweaty palms and terrific faces, five gurneys are wheeled towards the emergency rooms by the late night doctors. Even though their mouths are shut tight, I can hear millions of inaudible sounds coming out of them. Each of the gurneys are being wheeled by two personnels, and each time they pass me by, i peer into them to see the victims' faces clearly because I can not see them from where I am.
The first face I see is badly disfigured. It's got a big mark from the forehead down to her upper eyelid, her lips are charred and her jaw is almost totally detached from the rest of her face. Hot drops of blood trickle down her head to her chest and her dress is soiled. She looks like she is no longer breathing and just as the ambulance pass by me, I see something in her hands-A red neck piece. She is clutching it tightly like it is her whole life. My red neck piece. Yes, this victim is my only sister, Jamie but I do not cry. I mean, I always want to cry but I can't. So my face is firm and peaceful, but I am screaming inside me. My legs are hitting the air and I'm ripping my hair inside of me, but outside? I am standing tall. Somehow, with all the swiftness as they pass by me, her hands shake and she loses hold of the red neck piece. As thick and shiny as my hair, our hair(hers blonde and mine black). It falls from her hands and drops at my feet just as soon as the second ambulance approaches me. I bend to pick up my red neckpiece-the one thing that binds my sister and I together but whoosh...it is air. I can see it on the cold tiled floor but when I try to pick it up, it is not there. I fall and shiver with the noise in my head but I cannot cry. I get up quickly to take a look at the second victim but I can't see 'its' face-the whole body is wrapped in a blue satin material that looks and smells like death. I wait for the third but it moves so fast I can't get a proper picture of her, but I do know it is a female.
The fourth has blood dropping from his nose and his eyes are shut tight like he is in another world. The fifth body is wheeled upstairs and I hurriedly follow it. As I climb the staircase after them, I see a woman descending it; her countenance looks disheveled but her heart is dancing. She is jumping and laughing inside of her. When I look into her eyes, that's what I see but she does not see me pass. I stop staring at her and follow the ambulance which is now being rolled into the theatre with calculated moves. I want to see who the victim is, but they are so fast that they enter and lock the door before I can catch up.
I sigh and hesitate for three minutes and then I remember the red neckpiece-the one that fell from Jamie's hands. "Jamie!" I scream in my head. Then my feet begin to move very fast down the stairs. I do not have the power to stop them from moving and they only stop at Emergency Ward 1 and I suddenly and supernaturally find myself inside without using the door.
The neck piece still lay there, close to the reception. There on the bed in the emergency Ward lay my sister Jamie with her pale face and bloody body. Her left eyebrow is now gone and her nose and ears are bleeding. Her lips are still charred and a man in white coveralls keep wiping blood off her face and body every now and then. There are three men around her, plus a woman, pushing and pulling some strange machines on the wall and on the floor, to save her.
The woman is placing a stethoscope on Jamie's chest. I watch her from the corner I am standing. She does it three times and then she stops, placing her head on the side of the bed which isn't bloodstained and I see, from her eyes two drops of tears fall into the soft bloodstained bed where Jamie lay. Just then, the three men stop pushing and pulling the machines, they shake their heads from side to side as if on cue and one of them proceeds to cover my sister's body with a long blue satin cloth- the same one the second victim has on his whole body. I shiver, seeing this cloth because I know it is used to wrap corpses in readiness for cremation. Suddenly I find my voice.
"Don't! She's not dead! Don't cover her up!" I scream. My lips shiver as reality dawns on me. My whole body utter a yelp but they do not even look at me
"Hey Doctors! Jamie's my sister, she cannot die! Please save her" I mutter under my breath because raising my voice doesn't help.
"Pack her up quickly, the poor girl has given up" one of the men say to another and I try to cry but tears do not come. My eyes sting badly. I watch one of them roll her body like a burrito and wheel it out of the theatre. My feet scurry after him but it is all hopeless, so I soon stop going after him.
I go up the stairs towards the fifth accident victim like a defeated warrior and lay my head on the door of the ward like a wounded child. For some reason, I do not want to see any more of these gory sights. So I turn to go, but, I hear a voice
"Hello" I hear someone say to me. I turn around swiftly to face a tall man in white coveralls. His head has hair as black as coal and his voice sounds like several elephants trumpeting. I think he is a doctor here but I am shocked because he can see me, hear me. When he opens his mouth, I see that his teeth are very long and that his eyes shine in the dark. Dark red eyes, and with fingers that look like claws.
"Please sir, I need you to save my little sister. Please stop that man from taking her there. I do not want her to go there" my voice is breaking but my eyes are as dry as a tree in summer.
He moves his head from side to side and opens his mouth to talk. "You're a spirit", he says, "I have noticed you roaming about in the past hour and that's why I have come up to you. I am no doctor. I am here to save you" he raises his arms and... 
The story unfolds in a contemporary world where werewolves and humans coexist. Elaine, born into an affluent family, wakes up one day to find her parents missing. She is subsequently taken to a place where she encounters Sherman Holmes, the Alpha of Bostabaca, and the fabled wealthiest man in the world. She learns that she was sold to him as a breeder, but a startling truth comes to light - Elaine is a werewolf belonging to the ancient and esteemed Valentine pack. Her life takes a dramatic turn.The tale follows the journey of a girl who was sold to be the Alpha's breeder, the Alpha who was cold and proud, refusing to love. Two hearts draw closer and closer, and in this game, nobody can escape becoming enslaved by love in the end, and they both become willing captives. 
Everyone in the circle knows that Vanessa York will do anything for Alexander Hawke.She once took a bullet for him, spent half an hour in freezing water just to save the woman he loved, and even when her cramps left her pale with pain, she still handled every mess he dumped on her plate without batting an eye.Everyone says Vanessa loves Alexander so obsessively that she can never leave him. However, in her fifth year as his secretary, Vanessa submits her resignation. The HR stared at her in shock, confirming over and over, "Vanessa, are you really quitting?""Yes, I'll be gone in a month," Vanessa says calmly, signing the papers before turning to leave. But instead of going home, she drives to the cemetery. The man on the headstone has gentle features. He bears a resemblance to Alexander, but his eyes look much softer. 
The morning of our wedding, I happen to discover a voice message saved under Joseph Payne's favorites.
"Honey, I miss you." A syrupy-sweet voice fills the air.
I confront him and demand an explanation, but he doesn't even flinch.
"I won't lie. I made a selfish mistake," he admits calmly. "But it was just a dare she lost. That message was a bet, nothing more."
Their chat history seems to confirm his claim. There's nothing flirtatious. They're just ordinary, day-to-day conversations. Nothing crosses the line.
But as I scroll through them, my eyes blur with tears, soaking the delicate fabric of my wedding dress.
I look at him and say, "Joseph, delete her number from your phone. We can still go on with the ceremony."
Seven years of being together has brought us to this final moment. We're just one step away from the altar.
Just days ago, I found out I was pregnant. We could have had it all today.
But right then, a young woman in a cleaner's uniform suddenly coughs blood and darts off with reddened eyes.
Joseph recognizes her instantly. And without thinking, he runs after her.
I grab his arm tightly. "If you walk away now, don't ever dream of marrying me again. This is your last chance."
He doesn't answer. Instead, one finger at a time, he pries my hand off his sleeve.
Then, he leaves. 
Michael Morris has found the perfect girl in Allison Kennemore--she is sweet, funny, beautiful, and everyone thinks they're so cute together. But Michael is lying to himself. His problem is compounded when he meets Allison's charming, handsome, and openly gay sibling Jacob. When Allison discovers that Michael is more interested in Jacob than he is in her, she is devastated. To get back at him, she pretends to be ignorant of his secret and ramps up her seduction to make him squirm. Michael spent most of his teens denying his true self and has learned to hide it well. When Jacob proves to be too much of a temptation, Allison tells him she wants to take their relationship to the next level. Unfortunately, being Allison's perfect boyfriend is the only way Michael can get closer to the one he really wants. If he tells Alison the truth, he might lose his only link to Jacob. When Jacob starts to notice him as Allison pushes for more, Michael will have to decide if he is ready to embrace his true self or lose his opportunity to make a true connection with someone who wants him as himself. 
I stage a fake kidnapping to test my husband, Ethan Blake. When he chooses to save his first love, Sabrina Lowe, I expose the setup on the spot and kick him out with nothing.The leaked video blows up online. Some say I was ruthless, others call me a savage. But most of them swoon over Ethan and Sabrina's so-called true love.After the divorce, I tell reporters that marriage is just garbage sorting, but a single comment accusing me of killing my own child sparks a tidal wave of online hate.My best friend, Chloe Morgan, calls me a psychopath. I snap back, and she storms off, ending our friendship.Ethan tries to drag me home by force. I fight back with a stun gun, call the police, and fire the head of security for doing nothing—earning myself even worse press.I hit the club, get drunk, and end up in paparazzi shots with headlines screaming about my chaotic personal life.When I return to work, the board suspends me over the negative publicity, and the VPs take turns humiliating me.On my way home, strangers threw paint, eggs, and punches at me, and I shed my first tears since losing my child.Then, Ethan and Sabrina appear. Sabrina livestreams as the fragile victim, even shielding me from a car to polish her saintly image. I'm loaded into an ambulance, mocking her for asking for trouble. I leak Ethan's address to the fangirls who want to marry him, and they harass him.Ethan films a teary apology, playing the devoted man, and climbs to the top of the "Most Eligible Bachelor in the Country" list. I respond by launching a flashy husband-hunt campaign, drawing in male models and rich bachelors.Ethan panics and disguises himself as a food delivery guy, sneaking into the hospital and claiming that Sabrina is dying. Then, he knocks me out and straps me to a cold examination table, planning to force a pregnancy on me. What he doesn't know is that I've activated the hidden camera sewn into my hospital gown. Sabrina walks in, perfectly fine. Together, they beat me, unaware that the whole world is watching this live. 
“When done properly, this position can be most satisfying for a woman because it allows deep penetration." I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a staggered breath and a small sigh. He chuckles, a low, rough rumble and then leans down and kisses the middle of my back. I feel the tip of him again at my entryway. He pushes in slightly, and my body comes to life again. My muscles react to his presence, contracting and loosening, as if my body is trying to suck him deep inside. He's my husband's boss, so this is supposed to be wrong. So why does it feel so right? *** Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way. When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees. But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else? Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her? And if so... what does she do about her husband? One Weekend with the Billionaire is a sexy story for mature readers. 
After mating to the prince, I was brutally killed by my jealous friend during pregnancy!Luckily I was reborn and the ugly scars on my face were gone. My husband, who never cared about me, suddenly came to my door. How dare he let my son call him Daddy？——“Wake up,” I willed myself desperately, to my sunken and sallow body. “You can’t die. If you die, the baby will die.” Moon Goddess, are you here to answer my prayers?Yes, child. But there is a reason I am here to grant you life again; your bloodline is too significant and rare to expunge.This is why you paired Prince Aldrich and I, I muttered, realization surfacing. You are just as important as him, even more so. My body thirsted for water, for food and a bath and sunlight. But mostly, it thirsted for revenge at that moment. I must return, was all I said. 
My Mate Toric and his twin brother Silas, the Beta, had an accident on the battlefield.News of one dead and one wounded reached home. Evelyn, Silas's mate, and I cried until our eyes were red and swollen.When I saw my living mate return, my heart, which had been hanging by a thread, finally settled.I was just about to rush towards him when he handed me a funeral portrait."Luna, I'm sorry. The pack clinic staff made a mistake. It was my brother who passed away."Beside us, Evelyn stopped crying.I pressed my lips together, suppressing a smile, and obediently hugged the portrait, starting to wail. 
Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her……and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge.But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? 
My fiance, Jeremy Anderson, and I have been together for ten years. To everyone, we are the perfect couple.I have taken 99 bullets for Jeremy while shielding him from an enemy. To save me, he gives me one of his kidneys.With tears in my eyes, I make a promise to him. "In this life, I'll repay you with 99 favors."On the eve of our wedding, we agree to climb a snowy mountain. But an avalanche strikes, and we are forced to take shelter in a local farmer's home. His first love, the expedition leader, gets injured while saving him. By mistake, she takes an aphrodisiac, thinking it's painkillers. My always-traditional, seemingly pure fiance doesn't hesitate. Jeremy strips off his clothes, ready to relieve her pain.Everyone waits for me to explode in rage, but I walk calmly to the side. Three more favors, then Jeremy and I are even. Soon, it will be time for me to return and take over the mafia. 
Her fiance married the top debutante while the White family was framed into bankruptcy. She was even pushed into a desperate situation by the media.In despair, she found Leon, who was from the Stewart family, which was said to be the inheritance of the thousand-year-old rich family of the Stewart in North and Williams in South, controlling all the lifelines of the entire US."Leon, if I want to marry you, do you dare to marry me?"After a while, as her courage and enthusiasm faded little by little, he revealed a sparkling and intoxicating gaze. "We are now going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get marriage certificate. Believe me, Mrs. Stewart in the future, your Mr. Stewart will never let you down."After their marriage, while she worked hard to be Mrs. Stewart, she also became mature with abandon because of a jerk.His care and indulgence always warmed her heart. "Mr. Stewart, why are you so kind to me?""You are my wife, it's my duty to be nice to you." 
Simply for touching the bespoke suit of the richest man's son, Horace's mother had her hands and feet broken and was thrown into the sea, where she drowned. On the day he sued the arrogant Master in court, the latter was acquitted. This was because the lawyer who defended him was Amanda, the founder of City Rock's unparalleled law firm and was also Horace's wife. At the end of the trial, the elegant and beautiful woman left the defendant's bench and placed an “apology letter” in front of Horace. “Horace, sign it. You don't want to be sued for defamation and sent to prison, do you?” Her tone was gentle and persuasive, but the gaze hidden behind her gold-rimmed glasses was sharp as ice. Horace glared at her stubbornly, his voice trembling: “Why, Amanda?” He couldn't understand... 
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