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Claimed by the Alphas who hate me

“What did I ever do to make you all hate me so much?" I suppressed the tears that threatened to trickle down my face as my hands trembled by my side. "Please forgive us, Emma. We are sorry." Xerxes said quietly while Xavier regarded me with brooding eyes, not uttering a single word. "We’re sorry. We didn’t know the truth back then. "But we do now. And we—we love you." Xander added. “Love?” I spat. “You think loving me is enough to make me forget the trauma and years of hating? What about the undeserved punishments and how you picked Vera over me time and time again?”They flinched, but I didn't stop speaking. "Love doesn’t erase scars. Love doesn't undo pain, you self-righteous jerks! And sometimes—" With a stony expression, I met each of their gazes, one by one. “Love just isn’t enough." I stepped back holding my head high. "You want my heart? Earn it. I won’t just hand it over, not after what you all did to me." Then I turned and walked away, leaving them in the silence, and shame I had swallowed for years. It was time for them to earn my love and I wouldn't give it to them on a platter of gold. ** ** ** ** The Beta's Bastard. A lowly omega. Her mother's mistake. That was what she was known as. All her entire life, Emma Hunter was sentenced to live as a Pack slave—unseen, unloved, and unwanted. But on her 18th birthday, everything changed. A twisted stroke of fate mated her to the cruel Alpha Triplets—Xavier, Xander, and Xerxes, who hated her with every fibre of their being. The good news? They were Emma’s first love before everything came tumbling down. The bad news? Emma was mated to the Alphas, who were betrothed to her half sister—Vera—the golden girl of the Pack. And Vera? She wasn’t about to let a bastard ruin her perfect Luna fantasy. Discarded, humiliated, rejected and treated like trash, Emma was forced to watch in pain while they treated her sister better than her. But fate has a twisted sense ofhumourr because when lie, and dangerous secrets come to light, Emma becomes the woman the triplets want not just as their Luna but as their love. Now they all want her. Need her. But Emma is no longer the weak little omega they thought she was. One used her. One wants to own her. One will betray her. And in a world built on scandals and dangerous revelations, who will Emma choose as her mate among the triplets? What will be the fate of the other two? Who will betray her? Find out in this tale of romance, betrayal and twisted secrets that will keep you on the edge of your seat.
AZW · 3.1k Views

Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

“I, Dominic Cherith, reject you, Inez Sinclair, as my mate. A lying, traitorous tramp like you has no right to become my mate and the Luna of this pack.” As a half shifter, Inez Sinclair had hoped and dreamt of the day when she would meet her mate for the first time. However, the dreamy fantasy turned into her hellish nightmare when her ex-best friend and mate rejected her in front of the pack. To cap it all, he did it with a trash can turned upside down on her head. The reason? She had betrayed him, but Inez had no idea about this unknown betrayal that he spoke of. After years of endless torment, this rejection was the final blow that broke the camel’s back. Inez finally came to face the reality that she had been ignoring for years. Her best friend was gone, and in place of him stood a fiend who looked at her as if she was his worst enemy. But what truly broke her was the last betrayal of her mate. Withholding the last fragments of their mating bond, Dominic slept with another shifter—a shifter she despised and loathed, causing Inez to feel every bit of pleasure he gave the woman. Hear every sigh and moan through their mating bond. The impact broke her and left her wolf half dead. Not wanting to waste any more time with the awful bastard, Inez was prepared to run away from the pack, even if it meant to die as a rogue or live between humans where the fanatics could kill her for being a shifter. Only if she knew that Dominic blamed her for the death of his sister Abertha. And he caught her stealing the Tears of Sirens in the surveillance recording—the magical remedy that could bring the dead back to life! Ironically, Inez was part siren. Something she never relayed to anyone in the pack, not even Dominic for shifters took sirens as their slaves, tormenting them in hope that they would shed Tears of Siren. The endless torment only brought one thing to sirens: Death. She swore to never let anyone find out about the truth—that was until she ran into Killian Sokolov, an Alpha Lycan shifter. A man of sheer masculinity and charm and an unknown anger packed in ice so thick. With his slick lies, he could win the heart of any woman but refuses to leave her alone after finding out that Inez was part siren. But as a part siren, why would Inez steal the Siren’s tears? And if she didn’t steal them, whom did Dominic see in the surveillance recording? As secrets unfolds and boundaries set in stones disappear – Would Inez and Killian give love a second chance, letting go of their past? And to what lengths would Dominic go if he found out the truth? Will Killian be able to heal her broken heart before all is lost?
fairytail72 · 637.5k Views

The Guilded Curse

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.
Arii_137 · 675 Views

Queen Grace’s Revenge

2025 WSA Entry Grace was born and bred to be royalty. From an early age she was taught the importance of sacrifice for her family so that they succeeded, were stronger, better connected, and forever ambitious. She knew that she was a commodity for her family and that she would be exchanged for the best deal for the family. So when the old king of the kingdom of Lystra indicated that he wanted Grace to marry his son, Gabriel, her father jumped at the chance. And since it was for her family she readily agreed. Grace was not a loving wife or a good wife. She was a responsible wife. She never showed Gabriel love because she was never taught that this was something needed. Thusly she did what she had been taught to do. When the old king died a year after their marriage Grace managed the kingdom. When Gabriel went to war six months after that she continued to manage and improve the kingdom, even at eight months pregnant. So imagine her surprise when her husband returned from war three years later with a beautiful, young new wife. Now she is being put out of the only home she has known for the past four years and she has to endure being used again because divorce is not possible when you are loved by the people. She is not bitter because she blames herself. She learned, while her husband was away that love is a tangible thing and is needed to validate a union. But they were royals could such a thing be true for then as well? But when is enough, enough? How long will she be able to endure the jealousy of the new queen and decide it all should have remained hers in the first place? Will she want revenge when she believed she was at fault or would she want revenge because he never really tried either? In the end it will be about the people who showed her love and who she began to love unconditionally. --------- Okay now give this one a chance before you go judging or you stop reading because it is not like the other romances on the app. I entered this one in the recommended trops contest so blame the webnovel editord for the storyline and plot (kinda but not really) just give it a chance and see how much you love it.
RaeJenBib · 7k Views