What Races Did Vettel Monkart Win In His Career?

Trigger Warning: This story includes sensitive themes such as sexual assault and a suicide attempt. These elements may be upsetting for some readers. Please read with care. On the night of her forced mating ceremony, Elara did the unthinkable. She ran. Promised to the future Alpha of Silvermoon, she thought fate had finally smiled on her. Until her mate, Kael, rejected her in front of the entire pack, trading their bond for a political alliance. Heartbroken and humiliated, Elara disappeared without a trace, vowing never to return. But fate isn’t done with them yet. Years later, a brutal war among the packs forces Elara out of hiding. Injured and desperate, she seeks shelter in the last place she'd ever imagined. Kael’s territory. Except he’s no longer just the cruel heir. He’s Alpha now... and he wants her back. For her safety, she must stay in his home. For her pride, she must guard her heart. But Kael has secrets about the rejection, the night she ran, and the truth behind their bond. Is it too late for a second chance? Or will the Alpha lose the one thing he never knew he needed? Find out in The Run, Little Mate

"Are you my dad?" ***** Six years ago, Kyra signed a contract to be just a temporary Luna to the rider Alpha Ryker since he rejected her due to her status as an omega, and offered her money to fake their bond. Kyra accepted because she needed the money to save her dying sister. But after the first night, she disappeared before dawn. Now she works at a motorcycle racing arena with a secret—a six-year-old son who just asked the Rider Alpha if he's his father. Ryker suspects the truth, but before Kyra can confess, his mistress arrives with news that broke the fragile connection they were beginning to build. But sometimes, some contracts can't be broken because some bonds refuse to die no matter what.

The day before the race, I burned my car and announced my withdrawal. Overnight, my fanbase collapsed. Supporters unfollowed in droves, and casual fans turned on me just as viciously. Jasper, the man who had always treated me as his only real rival, put on a show of false concern. “Without him, the race feels too lonely. No matter what, I still hope he’ll return to the track and face me properly.” I sneered. In my previous life, the racecar I had painstakingly modified ended up identical to his. No matter how many videos I released of full recordings of every step I personally took, all Jasper had to do was tearfully tell his fans, “Then let Finn use it. He needs it more than I do. I’ll win on my own strength.” And just like that, I became the shameless thief in everyone’s eyes. Later, the moment I started my car, the components inside exploded, and I was left in a vegetative state. His fans called it karma. Even on the day my fiancée pulled out my oxygen tube and watched me die, I still couldn’t understand. Why had everything that belonged to me—my career, my girlfriend—all become Jasper’s? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the race schedule was first announced.

Elena Grey was unstoppable on the ice until one devastating accident shattered her career and rewrote her life. A year later, she's finally back on her feet but nothing feels the same. Especially not when she walks into her brother's apartment and comes face-to-face with Ethan Hawke, the Formula 1 golden boy, her ex, and the one man she never truly got over. Living together was never part of the plan, neither was pretending to be in love but when rumours start swirling and the line, a fake relationship seems like the perfect solution. Except nothing about Ethan has ever been safe for Elena. And as old sparks reignite and lines begin to blur, Elena must decide : can she survive another crash this time with her heart?

When Dexter Welch, a security guard who works in the residential area, sees me driving my pink Toyota Corolla everywhere, he's very certain that I'm a sugar baby who's being backed by her own sugar daddy. On the first day, I see one word getting carved into the car hood. It says "bitch". I merely give the hood a wipedown without uttering a word. Later on, I swap out the current SD card of my dashcam to an SD card that has a 512 GB memory. On the second day, my car windows get smashed in. When I go over to the property management office to check the security footage, the front desk agent tells me that the security camera overseeing my car "happens" to be broken. Dexter leans against the desk with a grin on his face. "If that car of yours is ruined, then so be it. Tell your sugar daddy to buy you another one." I crouch down and take a picture of the damage. Then, I save it into a folder called "evidence" in my phone. On the third day, two of my tires have gone flat. When I bend down to pick up a spare tire, Dexter hugs me from behind all of a sudden. He murmurs into my ear, "What's so good about sleeping with an old codger? Why don't you date me instead? I'm young and strong—" That's when I grab a wrench and smash it right into his arm. As Dexter nurses his injured arm, he glares at me. "How dare you lay a finger on me! Go ahead and lodge a report, then! My uncle's the property manager here! What can you do about me, hmm?" I silently note down Dexter's work ID without saying anything. On the fourth day, I drive another pink car back to the apartment. As soon as Dexter notices the flash of pink in its usual parking slot, he smiles as he exits the guardhouse. Then, he pulls out a key from his pocket and scratches my car with all his strength. An older gentleman who happens to be walking his dog nearby freezes in his tracks. He sounds so startled that his voice actually cracks. "Have you gone nuts? Do you know the model of the car you've just scratched? That's a top-tier Rolls-Royce!"

I got a car straight from the Lycan Chairman himself—a ride costs more than tens of millions and can turn every traffic light green. I got it because the Lycan Chairman once fell on the battlefield, his heart torn open. And me? I'm the one bound to him by a blood-sealed contract, the only secret healer who could save his life. To win me golden hour for surgeries, I was awarded with such an honored ride. I treated it like sacred ground, kept it hidden in my mate Yorick's underground garage, polished and guarded, ready for the day the Lycan Chairman might need me again. That day came. The summons burned in my hand, urgent and sharp. I rushed to the garage, ready to drive, and the second I approached the garage, a strange woman slid into the back seat. "Take me to the Nighty Bar," she ordered, flipping her hair. "Yorick had waited for me minutes. If he's mad at me being late, I'll make you regret it." My hands froze on the wheel. "This is my car," I told her, calm but firm. "I have urgent business. You need to get out. Now." She sneered. "What a joke. A chauffeur pretending to be the owner? You must have a death wish." Her soldiers glanced at me sideways, voice dripping with disdain. "Everyone in the pack knows that this car is Alpha's exclusive for picking up Selene! You're just a little healer. Do yourself a favor and listen to her." Their words cut sharper than any blade. The car that carried the highest secret of the werewolf race, the car tied to the Chairman's very heartbeat, in their mouths, it was nothing more than a toy. A plaything my mate used to please another she-wolf. They wanted me to bow. To surrender. To sit there, silent, while they spat on me. But what they didn't know, the Lycan Chairman's soldiers were already on their way.