253 Book(s) Related to the alpha's

I was the most despised "sickly wolf" of the Blood Moon pack, mocked and trampled by everyone. When the Moon Devourer attacked, I risked my life to save the noble Alpha Darius, thinking I had finally found the dawn of love.

However, the tender promises whispered in that cave were nothing but manipulation—he married the daughter of another tribe's Alpha. Endless humiliation and punishment completely shattered my seven years of devoted love.

When I collapsed in despair, drowning in my own blood, no one could have imagined—

That I possessed unparalleled power!

Golden-red flames erupted from within me, sweeping across the entire battlefield. All those who had once trampled on me trembled and fell to their knees, begging for mercy. And that arrogant Alpha finally understood what he had lost.

"Ember, please don't leave..."

I smiled coldly, "Some people, once lost, never come back."

My name is Aria Storm, Delta warrior of Silvercrest Pack.

My parents died protecting this territory. The only reason I stayed was my fiancé—Alpha heir Damien Blackwood.

I never expected that Serena, the pitiful Omega who arrived three months ago claiming to flee an abusive ex, would become the knife that shattered my life.

And I especially didn't expect that just one week ago, when the doctor told me my battle wounds might make me infertile, Damien held me tight and whispered, "I only want you. Children don't matter."

Until that day—

Fresh from training, I carried two cups of coffee toward Damien's office, hoping to surprise my overworked Alpha.

Through the half-open door, I heard her sickeningly sweet voice:

"Damien, the baby's kicking. Feel it."

My head pounded like a war drum as I woke up in this alien world of opulence. A stranger thrust a spotless white wedding gown into my hands, murmuring, "You're marrying Alpha Lucas today."
Marrying? Who the hell was he? I was Sophia—a doctor, for God's sake—and my mind was a blank slate, no trace of him, no whisper of this so-called union.
Those piercing blue eyes of his? They never softened, not for me. He carried her photo in his pocket like a talisman, the woman they called Maya. I was just her shadow, wasn't I? A hollow replacement with no memories to call my own.
Three years in that frozen marriage chipped away at my soul, leaving me raw and unraveling, until I stumbled upon that glowing moonstone in the dusty basement, its blue light pulsing like a heartbeat.
I had to go back—to save the Maya he mourned, to steal just one real smile from him. But this desperate grab for redemption... was it all just my selfishness? Could it possibly end without shattering everything?