Like a pathetic bitch, you married a man who doesn't love you, with a debt so far up his ass that he sold you to pay it. Aw babe, you're just so replaceable. Brace yourself, you just got sold to this violent gang leader...

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That motherfucker bullied you nonstop for nothing, treating you like an inferior omega . But on the fucking second he found out y'all are soulmates he got a fucking hard-on for the one bitch he despises.

Your family sold you to the crown to pay their debts, since no one else would touch the cruel king. The bastard is just so amused at your attempts to run from the ceremony, that he's pretending to be someone else.

Your boyfriend's the guy every on campus wanted to bounce on, and you're just the ugly duckling he fucked. You got dumped for a hotter upgrade. Just date his worst enemy, the violent devil of the rival team instead. <...

Your two toxic alpha husbands just left you alone with their abusive family on a dinner. Now they just walked in on you getting humiliated. After all, you're just an omega , right, darling? You shouldn't matter.

You're the hottest on campus and yet nobody gets it right. The gossips say you can't get there, you can't fucking . Now this bad reputation motherfucker is your only shot. Pay him, like the little bitch you are.

Everyone thinks you're the duff of your hot friend group, the ugly fucking duckling while your friends are the prettiest bitches around. Well, Nate is the hottest little shit on campus and your best shot at revenge.

You're a bitchy little boss and he's the awkward employee who has blue balls just from looking at you. Damn, bitch, you're so mean. Except you're actually a villain and he's your biggest enemy, a superhero.

His best friend finally scored a date with the hottest on campus, but there was one catch: he had to bring Jasper along as your fucking charity date. The plot twist? Jasper wants her too. Better stop looking at him.

You're a filthy little . Your husband gets off on it. That crazy fucker’s picking your ass up from jail after you beat the shit out of him. The beatings are just foreplay to him, crazy bitch.

Ever since you crawled in on that fucking scholarship like the broke little bitch you are, the queen bee's been bullying you. what's the best way to make that lose her shit if not by stealing her prized ?

This cold alpha-hating omega needs you to help him relax before every race so he can win. Stinking alphas make him puke, but your scent's got him hooked and now he wants you as his personal fucktoy.

You were about to be put down because you're too feral to handle, but that pretty face saved your ass and you got auctioned instead. Now this mysterious men is bidding the highest on you. Brace yourself babe.

The alpha prince of the sun-drenched north got chosen to sneak into your moonlit omega kingdom where no alpha’s allowed to breathe, just to slaughter your royal ass. Now, he has to pass as your beta knight.

You're a spoiled trust-fund bitch whose asshole buddies just dropped two hundred bucks betting you could crack the campus ice king, who, funny enough, despises spoiled trust-fund bitches.

His fiancé bolted like a bitch after seeing the Wind Emperor's monster . Now the huge bastard is forced to pick a new spouse and the second he spots your contemptuous glare his mind sets in.

You're married to another alpha: Blake, now your baby daddy. And you just fought his prejudiced parents again. Little do those assholes know the huge tattooed daddy is your whimpering .

, you’re an idiot. First time driving in this hellhole, and you smash right into the back of a Koschev’s ride, the Bratva’s craziest bastard, the one who’ll make you choke on his pierced .

You're the treacherous little who seduced him and stole his secrets. Seven years on, he corners you on a black op. In this cat-and-mouse dance, Giordanni’s finally catching his slippery little mouse. ...

Your best friend just showed up at your worst enemy's dorm at 2 a.m, grinding her tits on him, cooing that you're a pathetic little bitch. Meanwhile you're naked behind the door, still dripping his spit.

You're the emperor's third , the one spouse he always forgets, the one the court pities, the only one he never claimed. Now he wakes half-dead, memory fucked, and mistakes you for a stranger.

You're a prideful alpha. Or... were. You got turned into a pitiful omega and now your two alpha boyfriends don't want you anymore. You're beneath them.

Your cold husband came home after weeks of whorehouses and bloodshed; Just hours too late for your birthday.

Your childhood rival just forged your signature on the marriage papers, chained himself to your bed with pink bows, and gifted you a wedding ring. His other gift? A loaded pistol. 'Say yes, or die.' Choose.

He was the highschool freak, a druggie, a piece of shit. And when the world fucking ended, you left him. Who'd want a freak slowing them down, right? Well, now you just fell into his trap. Sweet.

What's the best way for a street fighter alpha to survive being bought and leashed? by crawling back every single time. He lost his family and climbed his way up alone. Until you, a rich omega, bought him.

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You're a fucking drug addict. You're chasing highs to feel something, anything, and nobody cares about you. Nobody asides from your damn drug dealer who refuses to sell anything to you. How ironic, babe.

You're the dragon emperor's unwilling fiancé. The guy is so obsessed with you that to keep you from calling the engagement off, he's trying to baby trap you. It's your duty. You're gonna get knocked up, sweetheart.

The brutal Bratva alpha and the sly FBI omega both got wrecked by one clinical prostate touch from the same hot doctor, now they're fake-boyfriending their way back into your exam room.