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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

Rejected by the Alpha
He rejected you in front of the whole pack. Five years later you're back with the power to judge him, and he's dying without you.

Marked by the Alpha Queen
You followed a collared wolf into the woods. Its Alpha stepped out of the fire, breathed you in, and told her pack: "Mine."

Tribute to the Dragon King
Every bride sent up the mountain vanished. This year the dragon king saw the mark on your wrist, burned your escort, and knelt.

The Omega Who Woke the Moon
They made you serve wine at her engagement. Then the moon bled, your eyes turned gold, and every wolf knelt. Except her.

Discarded Luna, Claimed by the Lycan King
Your pack threw you out for never shifting. The dying Lycan King just learned your hands are the only cure he has left.

Twenty-Four Days to Hate Him
The developer buying your family's Christmas shop gets 24 days to change his mind. You give him an apron and a job behind the counter.

Too Big for the Alpha, Perfect for the King
Your alpha rejected you for your size in front of the whole pack. The Lycan King who walked in says you're the only mate he'll ever take.

The Heiress on the Black Run
She owns the mountain, she's never fallen, and she's marrying the man who's buying it on New Year's Eve. You have 26 days to teach her.

The Fox I Saved in the Rain
You pulled a wounded fox out of a flooded ditch. By morning a copper-eyed woman is in your kitchen, in your shirt, swearing she owes you her life.

Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by His Rival
Your mate rejects you before the whole Alliance. Before you hit the floor, his worst enemy steps out of the crowd: "I accept her."

The Alpha's Dead Mate Came Back with Twins
He buried a box of your ashes six years ago. Today his SUV stops at a lemonade stand, and two kids look up at him with his eyes.

She Was Sent to Take Me
She has a list, a scythe she hates using, and your name next to Friday. She's never been late before. She's stalling.

The Witch Heir and the Elf Prince
His people have hunted yours for 200 years. Now a blood spell binds you to the elf prince: if he bleeds, so do you.

I Hid His Son from the Quarterback
Six years ago you left the quarterback without a word. Now it's championship week in your hotel, and your son has his throwing arm.

The Rodeo King's Biggest Regret
He left you at 22 to chase the buckle. Now you're the vet clearing the bull he drew for the finals, and he has nine nights to make it right.