"No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours." Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door. For four years, she had been Sebastian Hale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation. But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding. To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha. So Eira stopped crying. She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega. He was wrong. The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community. And Sebastian knew nothing. After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed. Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing. He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance. But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house. She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her. In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly, "Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega." "She is my Luna."

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack—to become Sebastian Simons’ seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone’s thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian’s. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim—or the only one who can break the curse?

Abandoned, abused, and betrayed, Emily Parker met her tragic end in the fourth year of the apocalypse. But fate granted her a second chance—she awoke two months before the catastrophe began, now bound to a Gold-Devouring Supermarket System. With enough gold, she could unlock the supermarket's vast sections, gaining access to endless supplies. Typhoons… torrential rains… insect swarms… extreme cold… scorching heat… viruses… earthquakes… acid rain… eternal night… The apocalypse descended. While stockpiling supplies, Emily steadily unlocked the supermarket's zones, never worrying about resources again. Until… Her deadbeat father, who had once abandoned her, oozed false sweetness: "Sweetheart, you've suffered so much. Hand over your food—I'll keep it safe for you." The relatives who had abused her shamelessly demanded: "Emily, we're family. We should share everything!" The backstabbing best friend and toxic ex-boyfriend groveled: "Emily, please… just a sip of water…" To them, Emily—now living in comfort—responded with icy indifference: "Why don't you decide… who dies first?" Years into the apocalypse, Emily had witnessed every shade of human cruelty. But then, someone braved the storm to take her cold hand, their gaze tender yet resolute: "Emily… we've made it to the light."

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

Iris Ashford, the strongest warrior who fought through the apocalypse for ten bloody years, transmigrates back to 1973—a time of crippling scarcity—and becomes the true daughter the Ashford family finally found. She thought her suffering was over, that stability awaited. Instead, she discovers she's merely a cannon-fodder side character destined for a miserable death in some era novel! Her previous life's script was absolute garbage! Her scumbag fiancé Nathan Holloway pines for the white lotus foster daughter, storms in to provoke her at will, and tries to steal her life-bound pearl. Iris Ashford, now awakened with spatial abilities and powers, doesn't indulge him for a second. She kicks him down on the spot and declares with domineering flair: "Scumbags and bitches—none of you are worth a damn!" They think forcing a broken engagement will control her? She agrees without hesitation: "Whoever doesn't break it off is a dog!" Then she empties his family's assets clean, leaves the Holloway household with nothing but bare walls—striking first and striking hard, pure satisfaction! More shocking—the Ashford family's pampered fake daughter is actually reborn. Armed with memories from her past life, she schemes to steal Iris's golden finger and climb over the Ashford family to become richest tycoon. Foreseeing catastrophe for her entire family, Iris Ashford defies fate itself and reverses every tragedy: Solves her parents' political exile crisis. Heals her damaged eldest brother. Protects her nephew from his ill-fated path. Rewrites her sister's brutal death. With Divine Farmer Space and billions in supplies at hand, she decisively relocates her whole family to the countryside for safety. There, using apocalypse-honed skills and modern knowledge alike—treating illnesses, reclaiming wasteland, building wealth—she leads her family from ruin to riches. Every ghost and demon who dares provoke them gets crushed mercilessly; face-slapping comes without mercy. Only that man who initially doubted her gradually loses his heart to her. Declan Hartwell—the most coldly ascetic officer of A-Division 303 Regiment. Poison-tongued. Untouchable. Feared by all. First meeting: amusement flickers in his eyes. Interesting. Second meeting: something stirs. After several encounters: completely undone. Before marriage—proudly aloof, keep your distance. After marriage—instantly transforms into a clingy loyal dog! Kicked out of bed by his wife once? He hugs his pillow pitifully at the door: "Wife... don't make me sleep in the study... I want to sleep with you." [Strongest Apocalypse Queen vs True-Scent Ascetic Officer—mutual pursuit that only gets more addictive!]

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

Brandy Rivers, a survivor of the post-apocalyptic world, was an avid reader of satisfying era novels. While others hoarded food and supplies to survive the apocalypse, she took a different path—obsessively collecting books and miscellaneous items, daydreaming of escaping to a peaceful era far from the constant life-or-death struggles. Her wish finally came true. After her death, she unexpectedly transmigrated into a true-and-fake-daughter era novel, becoming the tragic cannon-fodder real daughter who shared her name. The original owner had suffered half a lifetime of grievances—mistreated by her foster parents, then forced by her biological parents to take the spoiled fake daughter's place and endure hardship in the countryside. But Brandy Rivers, now awakened with transmigration memories and her portable space, refused to play along! She cleanly severed ties with her cruel foster parents. Faced with her biological parents' emotional blackmail and blatant favoritism, she showed no mercy—stripping her birth family bare of assets and cutting all familial bonds before heading to the countryside alone. No melodramatic suffering, only unbridled freedom! She expected to live quietly in peace, but little did she know—a devastatingly handsome cold beauty was hiding among the educated youth. He turned out to be clingy yet persistent, accompanying her daily through farm work and trivial matters without complaint, silently guarding her side. Facing his gentle and enduring devotion, Brandy Rivers raised an eyebrow with a faint smile and reluctantly agreed: "Fine. Let's try having a sweet romance and living well together." The aloof beauty doted on his wife tenderly. Together day in and day out, their love grew over time—transforming dull rural life into something sweet and stable. What surprised her even more was that scattered teammates from the apocalypse gradually found their way to her. Reunited across worlds, they once again stood shoulder to shoulder—each thriving in their own field with full capability. With space resources at hand, beloved partner by her side, and loyal teammates at her back, Brandy Rivers carved out a brilliant life uniquely hers in this ordinary era.

Six years ago, she was framed by her stepmother and lost her innocence to a mysterious man she'd never met, forcing her to flee to a foreign land. Six years later, she returned with a pair of twins, only to run headfirst into a cold and arrogant CEO.

Stella Avery, the only daughter of the richest man on the planet, had just picked up her limited-edition supercar when, while rubber-necking from a bridge, the crowd collapsed the iron span—and she plunged straight into a melodramatic period novel. She woke up as the capitalist heiress of Harbor City in the book: the original owner was arrogant and vicious, always at odds with the heroine, and ended up dying a miserable death. Armed with the plot, Stella Avery sneered: whoever wants to be cannon fodder can be; she only wants to make money and torment scum—she won’t wrong herself for anyone. Her stepmother plots to send her to the countryside? She plays along, then flips the script and ships the whole step-family to the barren northwest to eat dirt. Her stepsister wants to steal her opportunities and marry her off to a deadbeat? Stella slips her a fertility potion and lets the girl reap what she sowed. A mountain of ancestral assets at home? She opens her massive harbor-space and empties the place—down to the one hair for the parasites. Once the mess is cleaned up, she rolls her bedding and heads to the countryside overnight—only to run straight into her childhood betrothed: Chandler Hawthorne. The man has sword-sharp brows, star-bright eyes, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Already a regimental commander at a young age, he hands over his salary and does all the housework—utter perfection. Stella slaps the table on the spot: this marriage, I’m taking it! After a lightning wedding and moving to the army base, she lands an official post; her surgical genius slips out and she becomes the revered “saintly hand.” Pregnancy after pregnancy follows, and she’s pampered by her husband and every bigwig in sight—life is pure bliss.

Saved a little bun, and the little bun wants to repay me with his body. That domineering CEO is the child's father, devastatingly handsome with overwhelming power, chasing his wife while raising kids with endless comedy. After getting married, she discovered that the little bun was her biological son! How could this be!!! "Adrian Mercer, you've lied to me again and again. Let's get divorced!" "Wife, we're already expecting our second child. How can we divorce?" [Double clean + No exes + Cute baby+ Wife-chasing crematorium]

Serena Ashford, the old ancestor of metaphysics, perished during her tribulation transcendence. Reborn in an instant, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the recently recovered short-lived true daughter of the Ashford family in 1960s Beijing. The original owner had wandered outside since childhood. After returning home, not only did she possess severed meridians that cut off all vitality, but she was also secretly plotted against by her hypocritical stepmother and the fake daughter who had occupied her nest—scheming to drain her fortune dry before selling her off to the Great Northwest, letting her die a stranger in foreign lands and vanish completely. Serena Ashford's eyes turned cold with a mocking smile. Want to steal her luck? She'd directly shatter their protective blessings and illusory opportunities! Want to send her to the Northwest to die? Fine—but she'd empty out the entire Ashford family first! After settling all grievances, Serena Ashford sat amidst a space full of rare supplies, boarding the train heading for the Great Northwest with swagger. She never expected that on that very train, she'd encounter a hot-blooded young man? Serena Ashford's eyes suddenly lit up: This man—she would have him!

Three-and-a-half-year-old little immortal treasure Rosie was kicked down the mountain by her unreliable master: "Master is going to chase a little nun, you go down the mountain and find your biological mother to live with!" Rosie obediently went down the mountain and immediately ran into her wealthy biological mother being ruthlessly gaslit by her scumbag father! The sweet little cotton-padded jacket her mother had raised with painstaking effort for three years wasn't her child at all, but the illegitimate daughter of the scumbag father and his green tea mistress! Watching everyone kept in the dark, Rosie tilted her chubby little face and exposed the truth on the spot: "Mommy! The little sister you raised was secretly born by Daddy and the bad auntie, she's not your baby!" One sentence directly overturned the wealthy family's false mask! Demolition max level! The scumbag father flew into a rage from humiliation, forcing the biological mother to leave with nothing and get out empty-handed. Tiny Rosie puffed out her little chest, fiercely protecting her mom: "Bad people don't bully Mommy! Rosie can catch ghosts, can draw talismans, from now on I'll support Mommy!" Before the little cute baby could show her skills, four sister-doting crazy uncles arrived at the doorstep by helicopter! All big shots crushing them, the scumbag father and green tea were ruthlessly slapped in the face, completely overturned! On the first day following her uncles back to the wealthy family, Rosie was directly stunned. Throughout the huge mansion, shadows of wandering spirits floated everywhere! She saw through the truth at a glance: the family's fortune had been secretly stolen, and four super handsome uncles were about to encounter catastrophic disaster! Rosie gripped her little peach wood sword, childish yet domineering: "Uncles don't panic! Watch me summon heavenly thunder to blast these bad things!" Big uncle's corporation on the verge of bankruptcy? Rosie casually threw out a wealth-attracting talisman, directly defying fate and helping uncle ascend to business emperor! Second uncle's acting career being blackened, reputation collapsing across the internet? Rosie joined a variety show, live-stream fortune-telling exploding in popularity across the web, helping uncle wash white and become a god! Third uncle the detective encountering assassination on a case, life in danger? Rosie shouldered her little peach wood sword, full of confidence: "It's fine, Rosie will go to the underworld and snatch uncle's soul back!" One rainy night, Rosie conveniently picked up a badly injured, cold-eyed little boy. Who knew it would directly unlock a heaven-defying hidden buff! He was the only one who could bear all heavenly punishment for her and protect her whole life! Purple heavenly thunder fell across the sky, the little teenager desperately shielded Rosie in his arms, voice hoarse yet firm: "Rosie don't be afraid, with me here, heavenly punishment can't harm you in the slightest."

For fifteen years, Talia has been the pack's ugliest secret—locked in a storage room, fed scraps, beaten, never once called by name. Then the bonding stone lights up. For her. And it reveals the impossible: she has been bonded to Alpha Kaelen Frost for two years. A ceremony neither remembers. A bond the Moon Goddess refuses to break. He's the coldest, deadliest Alpha in the north. She's the bride nobody wanted. He won't look at her. She won't beg. But Talia is done counting bruises. The plain, weak girl they married off is not who she really is—and she's coming back for every debt, slap for slap, year for year. Forced into a marriage neither asked for, can two strangers learn to trust the bond that chose them both… before her past catches up?

Anne Bradley drowned in a chamber pot, becoming a wandering ghost who witnessed the brutal massacre of her entire family! Stocked with supplies, she headed for the countryside—only to bump into her gentle childhood sweetheart, a man with exceptional medical skills... who also happened to be a great cook. The man chuckled lowly, "My young mistress deserves to be pampered—no exhaustion, no hunger, no grievances."

Nora Whitfield, a pampered beauty and beloved daughter of a capitalist family, once lived a charmed life—until the storm came and the world turned upside down. Her father was taken away for investigation, crisis engulfed her home, and her life plummeted overnight. Those closest to her plunged the knife in, while wolves circled all around! Her greedy uncle and hypocritical stepmother seized the moment, scheming together to trick her into handing over the family fortune, planning to flee to Hong Kong with the money. Even more viciously, the pair deliberately stirred trouble, urging her to divorce, determined to hollow out her life completely. Just as Nora Whitfield was about to sign and accept her fate, her three-month-old baby suddenly spoke from the womb! The cute baby's inner voice rang out again and again, each line a critical hit: [Mommy, don't divorce! You'll be sent down for labor and die miserably!] [Uncle and stepmom are having an affair! The stepsister is their illegitimate bastard!] [The scumbag will beat you, steal your job! And he'll take me away too!] Nora Whitfield woke up instantly, icy fury surging in her eyes! With her baby's spoilers, she pulled herself together completely and launched her heaven-defying comeback. She struck back against the scumbag, dealt with her vicious relatives, and sent her scheming stepmother, uncle, and white lotus stepsister all to labor reform in one fell swoop. She seized the family assets firmly and crushed their plans to escape. After settling all the rotten people, Nora Whitfield looked at the island ferry ticket in her hands, her heart full of hesitation. The island was scarce in supplies, life there harsh—she truly dreaded it. But her baby offered warm comfort: [Mommy, don't be afraid! I have a spirit spring space with endless supplies. You just stay beautiful!] What truly troubled her, though, was that rough, strong officer husband of hers—Marcus Ashford. On their wedding night, she'd been worn out until she begged for mercy, her heart filled with resistance. Learning she would follow him to his post, she was filled with anxiety: [Baby, I'm scared of your dad!] Marcus Ashford, eavesdropping from the corner, broke down on the spot and swore overnight: [Wife, I'll be gentle and considerate, absolutely obedient!] But on their first day of marriage, Nora Whitfield kicked him straight out of bed! [Soft, adorable pregnant wife vs. doting husband, rough man] No frustration throughout! Raising baby, crushing scum, building a career—sweet pampering and comedy guaranteed!

Molly Whitfield was reborn with a heart full of hatred—this life, she would never swallow her anger again! Faced with the scumbag father and stepmother who sold her off in her previous life? She flipped tables, smashed bowls, and shattered pots—venting her fury first! Cutting ties, transferring her household registration, and heading straight to Grandma's house—she became the apple of everyone's eye! Rebirth came with heaven-defying golden fingers, plus a spatial spirit spring and traditional Chinese medicine inheritance? She emptied out the scumbag father and stepmother's family fortune, letting them reap what they sowed. Hunting in the mountains, she got entangled by a little tiger dead set on becoming her pet? Reluctantly, she took it in! Ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms running wild all over the mountains? She was going to strike it rich! Discovering an arms depot, uncovering spies, racking up merits one after another! She aced the college entrance exams and got into a top medical school, becoming a grandmaster of traditional Chinese medicine! Married her first love, gave birth to dragon-phoenix twins, and led Grandma and her uncles to a good life— The scumbag father and stepmother? How come they're begging on the streets now?

At the Easter luncheon, I caught my husband, Jasper Fontaine, having an affair with his first love, Luna Fairchild, in the study. Worse still, I heard my own son, Ulysses Fontaine, say to him in French, "Dad, I want a different mom." They thought I couldn't understand. They thought I would never have the heart to leave. Six years ago, I secretly married Jasper when he was on the brink of bankruptcy. With the Glancy family trust and my own talent, I helped lift the Fontaine family to the top. He became the richest man in the city, while I became his invisible wife, a full-time mother—and nothing more than a nanny in their eyes. This time, I took off my wedding ring, called a divorce lawyer, and became Nina Glancy again. When Fontaine Group began to crumble without me, I stunned the world with a groundbreaking research breakthrough. Only then did Jasper come back with red-rimmed eyes, begging me to return, while Ulysses cried and called me Mommy. But I merely took the arm of the man beside me and smiled. "This is my second husband—the only man who ever truly knew how to cherish me." Handsome and striking, he carried himself in luxe attire, exuding the unmistakeable aura of a wealthy tycoon.

Serena Holloway, a top survivor from the apocalypse, found herself transmigrated into the most pitiful cannon fodder in a period novel. The original host had been raised to be meek and spineless by her stepmother. Her biological father had been assassinated and replaced by an impostor, who not only planned to transfer the family assets away but also forced her to marry a closeted gay man, dooming her to a loveless marriage. She was eventually driven out by her in-laws, sold off to some remote mountain village, and died a miserable death. After reading through the plot, Serena let out a cold laugh. "Quite the script. Too bad — I'm the one writing it now." The fake father wanted to move the family fortune to Guangzhou? She immediately switched into apocalypse scavenging mode! Gold bars stashed in the cellar? Taken. Property deeds hidden in the wall cracks? Taken. Even the antique jars buried beneath the pigsty — she dug them all up in the dead of night. Every hiding spot the impostor had, she cleaned out. It left him dizzy with disbelief. "How is everything gone?!" Serena dusted off her hands and smiled innocently. "You hid things so carelessly — I was just doing you a favor by clearing it all out." As for her marriage, Serena sent a telegram straight to her childhood betrothed at the frontier, Ethan Mercer: 'Come back to the city immediately and get the certificate. I won't wait.' Ethan rushed back overnight, still in his military uniform, dust and all. He had barely opened his mouth when Serena grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Stop dawdling. I've still got scores to settle when we're done here." Ethan glanced down at the feisty little woman dragging him along by his sleeve, the corner of his mouth curving up slightly. "Alright. Whatever you say."

Frost Lawson opened her eyes and found herself transplanted into a period drama as the cannon-fodder ex-wife destined for a miserable end. On their wedding night, her husband abandoned her to “comfort” his widowed sister-in-law. Frost Lawson flipped the table on the spot, summoned the whole village to watch, tore the scumbag to shreds, and beat the white-lotus widow black and blue. They wanted to embezzle her father’s pension and seize his house? She took every last coin of their funeral savings too. They planned to trade her father’s military honors for promotions? Dream on—she stripped the man of every rank and ruined his future. Gossip claimed no one would want her after a divorce? She turned around and force-married the disgraced capitalist heir currently undergoing re-education—Lincoln York. From then on, their lives flipped upside-down. The scumbag and the widow went hungry; she and Lincoln York ate meat at every meal. The scumbag huddled in a drafty, leaking shack; she lived in a grand three-story villa. The scumbag, green with regret, knelt at her door begging to remarry. Lincoln York shielded her pregnant belly, voice icy yet possessive: “Darling, don’t look at him—he’ll dirty our baby’s eyes.” Before marriage, Lincoln York had loftily declared: I’ll never marry into a family, and certainly not a village girl. After marriage, the once-proud young master carried a washboard and pleaded pitifully: “Darling, please don’t make me sleep in the study tonight—I want to share your bed…”