Joy Brown

On the day I discovered I was pregnant, I was divorced, and my world felt like it was collapsing.
That day, I witnessed Vortend sitting intimately with my stepsister Adriana on a park bench, his hand wandering shamelessly over her pussy, her coquettish moans piercing my heart like sharp needles.
Fleeing from that place of betrayal and heartache, I carried two lives within me to the pack of Archer Pierce. Vortend would never suspect that his woman and unborn children were hiding among his sworn enemy's pack.
My lineage is shrouded in mystery, concealing secrets unknown to all.
By the whims of fate, I was reunited with Vortend.
Slowly, I began to sense that our separation might not have been as straightforward as it seemed, as if an invisible hand was orchestrating everything.
When all the mysteries are finally unveiled, I may find myself forced to stand against the one I love most.
To seek my true self? Or to protect all that I cherish?
I, Selene Frost, face the most difficult choice of my life!
（This book contains mature content. Not suitable for minors.）

On a stormy night, I, Freya Austen, the Alpha heiress, was secretly poisoned by my sister Tiffany. A towering figure loomed over me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His cock, hard as steel, thrust into my wet, aching pussy, each brutal slam hitting deep, shattering my willpower and driving me to collapse in endless waves of pleasure.
The last thing I remember was my father's hand across my face and his voice: "Get out of this pack."
Five years later, I'm back as Crystal, the jewelry designer every East Coast pack wants to hire. I have three kids now, and I want blood.
The moment I walk into Crown & Gem, I run straight into Alexander Reid—my ex-fiancé, the strongest Alpha.
"You're still just exiled trash," Tiffany says, hanging off Alexander's arm with that fake sweet smile. And Alexander's harder to read—ice cold one minute, almost uncertain the next.
Our world has simple rules: betrayers pay, and Alpha blood doesn't lie. I'm taking back everything they stole from me. Maybe even the Alpha who should have been mine—and the father who doesn't know his children exist.
To everyone who destroyed my life: I'm back. Ready to see what a she-wolf's revenge looks like?
（This book contains mature content. Not suitable for minors.）

"Joanna, you can't escape!" Sebastian roars, gripping my wrist and yanking me against his chest. His lips crush mine—raw and searing—stealing the air from my lungs. I fight him, but my body betrays me, trapped between shame and a hunger I can't explain. Through tears, I whisper, "Am I just Elodie's ghost to you? Or something you own?" His eyes darken, silencing me with a kiss that leaves me hating myself for wanting more.

I'm Joanna Bennett, struggling to pay my mother's medical bills when Sebastian King stormed into my life because I resemble his dead girlfriend. He rules his empire with ruthless control, treating me like a pawn. At night, I hear him call her name, his voice breaking in ways it never does with me.

My brother Daniel watches with quiet rage, while Sebastian's enigmatic brother Zayne’s sudden interest feels far from innocent. Soon, I uncover shocking lies about my own past that threaten everything.

When Sebastian announces his engagement, I shatter—then he drags me to mansion, locking the door, reminding me what’ll happen to my mother’s care if I leave.

His fiancée Ava cuts me down with cruel jabs. Then Daniel’s journal reveals a forbidden love that broke him, destroying us both.

Until Sebastian finds me at our lakeside, dropping to his knees: “I was wrong.”

Can I forgive him—or myself if I do?

Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in my head crystal clear: This time, I'm not fighting for their love—I'm taking back the life that was always mine.

I once believed that every click of Ryan's Leica shutter was proof of his love—a luxury villa, his exclusive muse—I was foolish enough to believe in this fairy tale. Until our engagement night, when Isabella appeared wearing an identical ring, and the media exposed his betrayal, I finally realized I was nothing but a carefully selected stand-in.

Have you ever spent three years of your youth living as someone else's shadow? When he held her and called me "just a cheap copy," I didn't break down. After all, isn't it more satisfying to turn the tables using the camera sounds he was so obsessed with, making him pay for his sins in his own madness? In this game of deception disguised as love, who really played whom?

I'm crouched on this fucking balcony clutching a pregnancy test, hands shaking like a leaf—two blazing red lines staring me in the face. I was such a goddamn fool thinking I'd tell Remy about our baby tonight. What a sick joke!
The banquet hall's roaring below and there's that bastard on stage, arm wrapped around Olivia, shouting "This winery has NO future without her!" Each word slams into me like a sledgehammer. TEN FUCKING YEARS! When he was drowning in debt, I sold every piece of Mom's jewelry to save his ass!
Then the son of a bitch hurls a box of abortion pills at me like I'm garbage: "Kill it, or Olivia's daddy pulls his money."
I'm glaring at that box and it hits me—ten years of my life pissed away on this piece of shit, and now even the innocent baby growing inside me is worth less than his blood money! I gave him everything and he's ready to murder our child for a fucking check!

My name is Seraphina, and Isadora is my twin sister—but fuck me, she's never done a single thing that screams "sharing" in her entire goddamn life.
The design sketches I stayed up all night creating? She'd claim them as her own before the ink was dry. Jesse, the guy I'd been in love with for over a decade? She stripped naked and crawled into my bed with him. Even Aurora, the brand I'd kill to protect—she strutted around like it was her trophy.
But the most vicious thing? She wanted my life. Literally.
When that fire erupted in the factory, I heard her laughing outside the flames. She said, "This is where you belong."
But the bitch miscalculated. I didn't die.

I lay in his arms, each breath tasting of blood and snow—he was the one who slaughtered my entire clan. The silver blade was within reach, his throat just inches from my revenge.
But he opened his eyes, those silver-gray depths locking onto my knife. The silver burned my palm as he pinned me beneath him, forcing bitter moonbane down my throat. His fingers traced the "traitor" brand seared into my chest. "Scars fade," he whispered. That tenderness cut deeper than any hatred ever could.

When I woke up in that hospital bed, legs wrapped in casts and burning like hell, everything came flooding back. This time, I wasn't the naive fool I'd been before.
Tyler, my brother Ryan, and that bitch Savannah—they destroyed me. Turned a gymnastics prodigy into a cripple.
Tyler had the nerve to grab my hand, begging me to forgive Savannah for ruining my legs. My brother chose outsiders over me, screaming about "family reputation."
Fuck their love. Fuck family.
This time around, I've got evidence of the $1.2 million they owe me. I know all their dirty secrets. Round two has started, and I'm done being their victim.
Those three bastards are going to pay back every damn cent they stole from me.

My hands were slick with sweat on the steering wheel, then the brakes hit the floor—nothing! My Porsche went screaming down the cliff, and as we smashed through the guardrail, I caught a glimpse of cut brake lines under the dashboard. The same brakes my husband Austin had just "checked" yesterday!
When I found myself floating above my own mansion, I finally got it—this was murder! I drifted through the door into my bedroom and saw my best friend Macy naked in Austin's arms, him panting about how "the brake job was clean, cops will call it an accident."
Before I could lose my mind completely, a white light yanked me straight into Macy's body. When I opened my eyes, Austin was on top of me—perfect!
This bastard and his whore think I'm dead? Just wait! I'm going to strip them of everything—the insurance money, the house, and their fucking lives!

Who would have guessed that the werewolf janitor who picked up my takeout boxes and dirty laundry was actually the missing Blackwood Alpha heir with an eight-figure bounty on his head? He'd brew me coffee with hints of citrus, fold my wrinkled t-shirts with military precision, and the heart-shaped white spot on the tip of his tail would secretly brush against my wrist.

Then one morning, he vanished without even leaving a note. On TV, he stood in a bespoke suit, his eyes cold enough to freeze your soul, declaring "Wolves never forget to seek revenge."

Until he found me again, clutching that nearly dead potted lupine, saying he wanted "to be your janitor for life." Should I ask why he pretended not to know me back then, or should I first lose myself in this ridiculously dramatic yet heart-melting embrace?

I died, but I didn't disappear.
Floating above the bathtub, I stared down at my corpse—wrists slashed, razor blade still gripped in my hand, blood darkening the water.
I'd timed it perfectly for Nicholas to find me, wanting him to drown in guilt. But when he opened the door, he smiled—cold and venomous. Crouching beside the tub, he whispered, "Sarah can finally rest in peace."
That's when I understood. I had died for nothing. He'd always believed I killed his ex-girlfriend Sarah. My suicide was exactly what he wanted.
He called 911, performing fake hysteria. Later, he burned my diary documenting his psychological torture. But when he reached the pages where I'd written notes on healing his trauma, his hands shook uncontrollably.
I was trapped, bound by invisible chains, forced to follow the man who destroyed me and watch his twisted performance to the very end.

Vegas sophomore. Dad's gambling debts. Broken arm. Dead grandmother. Then I found Alexander bleeding out in an alley — the Desert Reaper himself. I thought he'd be my weapon for revenge. Instead, I fell for the bastard. Now the FBI's involved, and we're all drowning in blood and betrayal...

When a drunk bastard dragged me into that back alley behind the bar, ripping at my clothes, he appeared like a demon crawling straight out of hell to save me. After one night of sinful passion, he vanished—leaving behind a fake business card and a thousand bucks like a slap to my face!

The day I discovered I was pregnant, I lost my job and my landlord gave me 24 hours to get out.

Just when I hit rock bottom with nowhere to turn, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of me. Turns out my mysterious savior was Dominic—a billionaire mafia boss worth ten figures!

The Alaskan winds cut across my face like knives, but only one thought consumed me—why hadn't Madison shown up to get me? In ten years, my sister had never failed to be there.

Until I walked in on my brother-in-law tangled up with some blonde bitch, and my world shattered. "Fallen through ice in a blizzard"? What a goddamn lie. They cut open her eight-month pregnant belly to steal her baby—while she was still conscious. They let her suffer for 47 excruciating minutes before she died.

I didn't break out of the psych ward to cry about it. I came back so these monsters can pay their blood debts in full. They think I was born wicked? Fine. Let me show them exactly how it feels to have your living body sliced open.

When I opened my eyes on the operating table at Boston General, I'd somehow been sucked into that trashy novel—becoming Emily, the doormat everyone walked all over!
My snake of a husband Michael was shoving divorce papers in my face, demanding I "step aside." His mistress Sarah hung on his arm with that smug smile, while my monster-in-law joined their chorus, trying to steal my son Noah away.

But the most vile part? The "insulin" they were injecting into Noah wasn't insulin at all—it was an unapproved experimental drug that could kill him!

I'm a goddamn cardiac surgeon who's saved countless lives. No way in hell am I letting these parasites harm my child. I tore up those divorce papers and removed that poison needle.

Anyone who dares hurt Noah? I'll make damn sure they rot in prison for the rest of their miserable lives.

When I was poisoned by my mate and handmaiden, dying before the throne I once claimed, I thought it was over—but why did I open my eyes to find myself three years in the past, at the Moon Ceremony where I chose my lifelong mate?

Could choosing that seemingly ordinary Omega in everyone's eyes truly tear away the bastard's disguise and foil that bitch's schemes? What secret lies behind that fleeting golden gleam in his eyes?

As I strive to break a thousand years of tradition by becoming the first female Alpha, will the Elders let me live?

In this game of rebirth, can I truly escape and live one life that's actually mine?

I died once, rotting away for seven years in the darkness of a basement, only to be reborn on the night I destroyed everyone's lives — but why is my stepbrother Maxwell, who should hate me to his core, looking at me with increasingly dangerous eyes?

In my past life, his hatred ran so deep he locked me away for seven years. In this life, I'm desperately trying to avoid him, to help him reconcile with Helen — so why does he keep finding excuses to get closer to me?

I thought my tattoo needle would carve out my destiny—until Raven kicked in my studio door with a $680,000 debt hanging over my head.
"Become my personal tattoo artist or go to prison," his words pierced my heart like an ice pick. I clutched my tattoo gun, tempted to smash it against his skull, but instead signed the contract with trembling hands, becoming a "prisoner" in his penthouse studio.

But as I etched roses onto his skin, my fingertips brushed against the grotesque scars across his back—could this man who had trapped me be harboring a pain he dared not speak of?

The day someone stuffed a rancid, oil-dripping sandwich into my locker, splattering my uniform, I understood—no one here saw me as human.
My stepsister crushed my fallen lunch under her heel, laughing at how "pathetic" I was. In chemistry class, they all watched as I rattled around alone in the corner. Even my so-called best friend mocked me, fake-sobbing into a book—"Mommy, I miss you so much"—mimicking my most vulnerable moment for everyone's entertainment.

Until I climbed to the school roof, one step from jumping, when my phone suddenly rang: "Want to make them beg for forgiveness?"

"All I wanted was a baby of my own through a sperm bank. How on earth did I end up with CEO Dylan Kane's sperm?

He threw a million dollars at me to 'terminate the pregnancy,' accusing me of stealing his genes—but this child is the light I've been waiting twenty-nine years for.

Why should I give it all up now?"

I thought that after twenty years with the Sterlings—even as an adopted child—I'd at least count as family. But the day they found their biological daughter Victoria, they announced they were throwing me out and planned to humiliate me at the family gathering. Based on what right?

Even more disgusting was how my almost-fiancé Blake immediately started fooling around with Victoria, eager to watch me get kicked to the curb!

When everyone was lining up to step on me, it was Alexander—the one I'm supposed to call "stepbrother"—who protected me. In his apartment, when he stood behind me gripping my hand as I chopped vegetables, his breath grazing my ear before he finally bent down to kiss me... my heartbeat went completely erratic.

Never did I imagine that I—drowning in $200,000 of debt with creditors ready to break down my door—would be approached by Carlisle from Seattle's most elite Alpha family. Her offer? One million dollars to pretend to be her blind son Raymond's wife!

Raymond may be a broken Alpha who can't even detect Omega pheromones, but why does the gentleness of his fingertips make my heart race?

Just as news of my pregnancy arrives, Carlisle throws $3 million at me to disappear from their lives. This charade that began as a business transaction has somehow trapped us both in love's web. But will he ever forgive me for vanishing without a word?

When I scrolled across that photo of Tyler with his arms wrapped around Rachel at 2 AM, I nearly shattered my phone against the wall. That bastard—maintaining our "just scratching an itch" arrangement while wooing her with soulmate bullshit?

With anger burning through my veins and my skin flushing hot, I stormed off to the jazz bar determined to expose him.

But who could have guessed that in the middle of this dramatic showdown, I'd discover the truth about Seth—the one secretly marking up my sheet music, the one who decked Tyler for me?

Maybe this gut-wrenching betrayal was actually the universe's twisted way of pointing me toward something real.

Friday, 5 PM. New bikini clutched in my hands, my mind filled with visions of a beach weekend with Jason, my personal trainer. Then Enzo drops the bomb: "Anniversary weekend. Need you to organize the VIP files." I've put up with this job for six months straight without a single day off!

Fuming, I swipe his spare key and film myself auctioning off his Italian leather sofa on TikTok. Never expected the video to blow up – and definitely never expected his comment pinned at the top: "Why didn't you include me in the auction?"

In high school, he orchestrated my public humiliation at graduation. Now his fiancée warns me to "watch my employment status," while his competitor slides me an offer with double my salary...

All I wanted was to vent about another ruined weekend. How did I get caught in this CEO's twisted game of love and hate?