The Wrong Twin for the MC Boss
When I got a second chance at life, the first thing I did was swap arranged marriages with my twin sister. In our past life, she was pawned off to Daryl Forrester-the cold-blooded Prez of the Iron Riders Motorcycle Club. In all those suffocating years, he never once had her back in front of his crew. His fragile adopted sister played the "blood debt" card daily, weaponizing her tears to hijack everything that rightfully belonged to my twin. My sister withered into a ghost on his turf. No status, no dignity, completely erased. And me? I got hitched to a pretentious cellist who hated my rough edges. Eleven months later, we were done. This time around, I took the MC deal. I hopped on my Harley, rode straight through a twenty-four-hour storm, and rolled up to his outlaw compound reeking of mud and motor oil. His precious little saint pinched her nose in disgust at my scent. She had no idea what was coming. I don't cry. I don't swallow my pride. And I sure as hell wasn't going to stand at my own wedding and watch another woman shed pitiful tears about how "jealous" she is- I grabbed the ruthless biker boss by the front of his leather cut, yanked him down to my level, and bit his lower lip until it bled, right in front of dozens of patched members. Then, I followed it up with a brutal knee to his gut.
The Wrong Twin for the MC Boss
I thought I had it all—the perfect boyfriend, the perfect best friend, the perfect life. Until the night everything fell apart. One party. One moment. One truth I was never supposed to hear. They weren't just sneaking around... they had been together for a year. A year of lies. A year of secrets. A year of everyone knowing-except me. Humiliated and heartbroken, I ran. I don't think, I don't stop-I just need to get away. And that's when I crash into him. A stranger with steady hands and a dangerous kind of calm. A boy who looks at me like I matter... like I'm not invisible... like I'm worth choosing. For the first time all night, I feel seen. There's just one problem. He's the quarterback of our rival team. And in a world where loyalty is everything and reputations are built on Friday night lights, getting involved with him isn't just risky-it's a mistake waiting to happen. But the more I try to stay away, the harder it becomes. Because while my ex broke me... this boy might be the one who puts me back together. Or destroys me in a completely different way. Now I have a choice to make: Go back to the life that betrayed me... or risk everything for the one person who never lied.
Blew The Dump To Pieces
The morning of my prenatal checkup, I learned that my mafia husband, Dante Salvatore, had quietly arranged for me to be admitted as a post-abortion recovery patient instead of an expectant mother.
I almost laughed and told him he'd gotten the paperwork mixed up.
But he beat me to it, his voice as composed as ever. "It wasn't a clerical error. There's something I have to say to you."
"I've been keeping a college girl. She's gentle, she has never demanded a title, and she has never tried to take what's yours."
"But she's pregnant now. I've already put her through enough. I refuse to let her child suffer along with her. The baby needs my name."
I went rigid on the ultrasound table.
My voice trembled so badly the words came out in pieces. "So you want a divorce, and then you'll marry her?"
He smiled as he wiped the gel from my belly. "What are you saying? When I married you, I promised you'd be my only wife as long as I lived."'
"Anyway, your parents are gone. If we divorced, where on earth would you go?"
SnowMoon Healer
"This is not acceptable!" I shouted inside my father’s office. Many of the elders and high-ranking wolves gasps at my reaction.
His dark aura looming inside the room but I don’t care. It’s my future we're talking about here. He should fight for me and the pack. We are wolves for the Moon's sake!
"Adellee, this arrangement was made by our ancestors. I can’t say no to them. It’s our duty to protect our pack at any cost." Alpha Elliot said.
He is my father, the Alpha of SnowMoon Pack. We are now discussing the contract sent by SilverMoon Pack. This contract is the living proof of our grand ancestors making allies to SilverMoon Alpha. They helped us a long time ago in a war. The Alphas made a sealed contract binding the third generation to marry each other. Potential mate or not.