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Taylor was born a helpless Omega that cannot even shift because of it, everyone in the pack bullies her but the worst of them all comes from the Alpha to be, Zephyr Shadows or as she calls him, Mateless Idiot. Taylor waits patiently for the day she will be mated so her mate can kick his ass but the universe seems to be against her when the alpha turns out to be her mate. Zephyr Shadows thought he was untouchable. That karma was fake until the moon goddess mated him to Taylor, the sassiest bitch in the whole pack who he bullies everyday. Zephyr thinks he is still in control until the bond makes him beg like a cub heeled to his mother breasts. Taylor will never be his mate and Zephyr does not want her. The two are bent on breaking the bond so the Alpha makes them an offer. If by 6 months of living together as husband and wife, they remain unmarked and unmated to each other then the bond will be broken. Unknown to them, the moon goddess took extra care weaving their Bond and she is certainly not going to let them break it.

“What anniversary are you celebrating, huh? Five years of barrenness?” he queried, “It’s just another year to celebrate how unfortunate I am to be with you.” “We’ve come this far, love, I’m sure having a child won’t be a problem,” I manage to say with a smile. “Oh please, I don't fertilize barren land. There's no point wasting my seed on infertile soil.” *** Five years of marriage went down the drain in one day. Cara can overlook everything despite being betrayed by her husband and taken for a fool. What she can't endure is them being the reason she lost her baby and her womb. Cara divorced him and went back to reclaim her rightful place as the wealthiest billionaire heiress in the country. Now, she's sworn to make everyone who hurt her pay. Except for the fact that her ex-husband has realized what a terrible mistake he made and wants her back. Will Cara take him back or will she kick him to the curb along with the others who hurt her?

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people." After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly. The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably. Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!" After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care for me. "It's my fault for spoiling her. She'll know what she did wrong once I let her have a hard time for a few days." The last time, my son went to my husband's first love Jasmine, kneeling in front of her and knocking his head on the ground, begging her. Shawn flew into a rage and ordered bodyguards to throw my battered and bruised son out of the hospital room, allowing others to laugh at his misfortune. "If you come bother Jasmine while she's resting again, I'll kick your mom out of our family! She'll never see you again!" My son crawled to my side, leaving behind a long trail of blood. And so, I laid there helplessly as I felt the warmth escape both my son and I. 'Are you happy now, Shawn? You'll never see us again.'