Mated To The Ruthless Blood Moon Alpha
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
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Chapter 8
Kade POV:
I watched as the pack embraced her, their howls of welcome a testament to their loyalty and their acceptance of my choice. A fierce, possessive pride swelled in my chest. She was my Luna, my queen, and they knew it. They saw the strength in her, the fire in her eyes that even her sadness couldn't extinguish.
Debra stood beside me, her small hand still in mine, her body trembling slightly. I could feel her awe, her disbelief, her fear. It was a lot to take in, I knew. But she wasn't running. She was standing tall, her chin held high, facing her new life with a courage that made my heart ache with love for her.
Owen stepped forward, his kind eyes fixed on Debra. “Luna, allow me to show you to your chambers. You must be tired after your journey.”
I gave him a grateful nod. Owen was my Beta, my second-in-command, but he was also my oldest and most trusted friend. He had been with me through everything, and I knew I could count on him to make Debra feel welcome.
“Thank you, Owen,” Debra said, her voice a little shaky, but clear and strong.
I released her hand, a reluctant pang of loss shooting through me as her warmth left me. “I have some pack business to attend to,” I said, my gaze locked on hers. “I’ll join you for dinner.”
She gave me a small, hesitant nod, and then turned to follow Owen into the pack house. I watched her go, my wolf, Ares, whining in the back of my mind. He didn't like letting her out of our sight.
*She is with Owen,* I reassured him. *She is safe.*
I turned my attention to the pack. They were still buzzing with excitement, their voices a low hum of chatter. I cleared my throat, and an instant silence fell.
“My friends, my warriors,” I said, my voice resonating with the power of the Alpha. “Today is a new day for the Blood Moon Pack. We have a Luna. A she-wolf of strength and courage, who will lead us with wisdom and grace.”
I let my gaze sweep over them, meeting the eyes of my senior warriors, my elders, my pack members. I saw the questions in their eyes, the curiosity. They wanted to know more about her, about where she came from, about how I had found her.
“She is Debra, of the Silver Ridge Pack,” I said, my voice ringing with pride. “And she is my fated mate.”
A collective gasp went through the crowd. The fated mate bond was a rare and sacred thing, a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. It was the stuff of legends, and now, it was their reality.
The excitement in the air intensified, turning into a palpable wave of joy and celebration. They cheered, they clapped, they hugged each other. A fated Luna was a sign of great fortune, a promise of a strong and prosperous future for the pack.
I let them celebrate for a few moments, a rare smile gracing my lips. Their joy was my joy. Their happiness was my responsibility.
Then, I raised my hand for silence.
“Our Luna has had a difficult time,” I said, my voice dropping, becoming more serious. “She has been mistreated, disrespected. She has come to us for a new beginning, for a safe haven.”
The mood of the crowd shifted, their joy turning into a simmering anger. They were a protective pack, fiercely loyal. The thought of their Luna being harmed was an insult to their pride.
“Who would dare to disrespect our Luna?” one of my warriors, a large, scarred male named Jax, growled.
“Her former pack,” I replied, my voice cold as ice. “Her father, Alpha Richard, and his new mate, Marley.”
A wave of snarls and growls rippled through the pack. They knew of Alpha Richard, of his weakness and ambition. And they knew of Marley, of her cruelty and her spoiled nature.
“We will protect her,” Jax vowed, his hand on the hilt of the knife at his belt. “We will be her family, her shield.”
“I know you will,” I said, my voice filled with a deep, unwavering pride. “From this day forward, Debra is one of us. She is our Luna, our mother, our queen. Anyone who shows her anything less than the utmost respect will answer to me.”
My words were a solemn vow, a promise to my pack and to my mate. I would build a fortress around her, a world where she would be safe, cherished, and loved.
I dismissed the pack, and they dispersed, their voices filled with excited chatter about their new Luna. I stood there for a long time, looking at the stone fortress that was my home, a sense of peace settling over me for the first time in a very long time.
I had my mate. I had my pack. I had my home.
Everything was finally as it should be.
But a small, nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me that this was just the beginning. Marley and Alpha Richard would not be happy about this. They would see it as a betrayal, a threat.
They would come for her.
And when they did, I would be ready. I would show them what it meant to challenge the Blood Moon Alpha, to threaten his mate.
I would show them war.
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7.9
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother.
But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins.
Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.
9.5
Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.
9.6
She was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world.
Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance-as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness.
Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her-even if it kills him.
On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters, Lyra and Stellan discover an impossible bond growing between them. The moon has chosen them as mates. But Stellan's memories are returning, and with them, a devastating truth: he's not just any wolf. He's the Alpha of the North Star Pack. And a half-blood can never be his Luna.
Now Ronan's brother has sworn revenge, an ancient prophecy awakens, and three packs prepare for war. Lyra must prove that bloodlines mean nothing-and that the most powerful bond of all is forged in ice and fire.
He lost his memory. She lost her freedom. Together, they'll find everything.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
7.2
On our wedding night, celebrating a billion-dollar family merger, my new husband Coleton stepped out of the shower.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was his dead brother's widow, Hana, crying that her five-year-old had a fever.
Without hesitation, Coleton shoved me hard into the wall to get out the door.
"Are you seriously jealous of a sick five-year-old kid?" he spat.
He abandoned me in the bridal suite. I immediately filed for divorce and leaked it to the press.
To save the merger and their stock prices, both our families rushed in to force me to back down.
My own father raised his hand to slap me for my "petty female jealousy."
Coleton's grandfather brutally beat him with a heavy wooden cane right in front of me, trying to use a twisted debt of honor to guilt-trip me into staying.
Through a hidden dumbwaiter shaft, I overheard their secret meeting. They were plotting to use Coleton's bloody photos to paint me as a cold-hearted villain to the media, trapping me in the marriage through public shame.
My own brother nodded along to this plot just to secure his CEO bonus.
Coleton only begged for my forgiveness because he was terrified of losing his trust fund to an illegitimate heir.
In their eyes, my dignity was just a cheap commodity with a price tag.
But I am a Pennington, raised in a world where trust is a liability.
I calmly saved the audio recording of their plot, packed my Hermes suitcase, and emailed the most ruthless divorce litigator in Manhattan.
9.6
I spent three years keeping the Baldwin tech empire from crumbling after my husband died. But his nephew, Haden, despised me, convinced I was just a gold-digging widow who stole his inheritance.
The breaking point came when our biggest rival stormed into my executive office. His daughter slapped a sonogram on my desk, claiming she was pregnant with Haden's baby to force a hostile corporate merger.
Instead of denying the obvious trap, Haden used the moment to completely humiliate me. He pointed down at his expensive leather shoe right in front of our worst enemies.
"Come tie it for me. Auntie."
After forcing me to kneel, he dragged me to his penthouse in a psychotic fit of jealousy, tore my silk shirt open, and violently accused me of carrying his dead uncle's bastard. Meanwhile, our rivals threatened to tank our stock and ruin the family name if I didn't approve the marriage contract in three days.
They all thought I was completely cornered. They thought my cold silence meant I was a fragile woman finally broken by their ruthless power plays. They didn't know I had already spotted the doctored pixels on their cheap, fake ultrasound.
I smiled and agreed to their three-day deadline.
They thought I was preparing a press release for a Wall Street wedding. They had no idea I was preparing a superyacht, a heavy-duty crane, and a bucket of bloody chum to feed the fake bride's real lover to the Great Whites on a live broadcast.