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Luna On The Run- I stole The Alpha's Sons

Luna On The Run- I stole The Alpha's Sons

153.3k Views · Ongoing · Jessica Hall
Elena was born to lead, but her father strips her of her birthright and gives it to her younger brother. Desperate to get back at her father, she does the unthinkable: she sleeps with her father's greatest enemy, Alpha Axton.

But Axton is more than just a rival, he's her fated mate. And he's been searching for her not for love, but for revenge and a chance to destroy her father's pack. The next morning, Elena rejects him, walking away before he can trap her in his ruthless schemes.

But Axton does not take rejection lightly, and his retaliation is brutal: a leaked video, a ruined reputation, and a family that turns their backs on her drive her to flee the city in disgrace.

But when Elena disappears, she takes something Alpha Axton never planned to lose - his sons. Now, he'll stop at nothing to get them back. He wants his heirs, he wants his mate, and Elena will learn that no one runs from the Alpha.
I Stole the Billionaire's Heart

I Stole the Billionaire's Heart

268 Views · Ongoing · Lency Slamet
"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?"
Once upon One Night Stand in Milan, Italy-
He snuck out in the morning before she woke up. And when she finally woke up, she couldn't remember who the stranger was she had a one night stand with.
Years later, they still couldn't get over each other. He turned into a womanizer to forget her and she remained single, because she couldn't get the One Night Stand out of her head.
They both break their heads to find each other. He is in search of the girl that stole his heart during a One Night Stand and she is for the guy that made her fall in love.
But as the saying goes: "What's meant to be, will find its way back."
Will it be that easy?
His 'Sweetheart' Claimed My Man—So I Stole His Legacy Instead

His 'Sweetheart' Claimed My Man—So I Stole His Legacy Instead

926 Views · Ongoing · azc
My husband, Charles Smith, paced anxiously outside the door.

I lay exhausted on the delivery bed, gasping between contractions as the nurse cheered me on.

"Come on, Ms. Hayes! Your husband really loves you—he hasn't left that doorway once."

I sneered inwardly.

He didn't love me—he loved the child in my womb, the one he'd fathered with his childhood sweetheart.
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