The Alpha's Forbidden Secret Fated Mate
I am an orphan taken in by the pack, and the powerful Alpha, Ryker, is my guardian. He is also my secret fated mate.
But next week, he is marrying another woman for a political alliance. While I was forced to help his fiancé pick out her wedding gown, Ryker cornered me in a fitting room and aggressively marked my neck, claiming me as his own.
When his fiancé almost caught us, his eyes turned cold. He shoved an unlimited black credit card into my hand, telling her it was just "charity" for his dead Beta's daughter.
Then, they drove away together, leaving me to take a grimy public bus back alone.
Back at the dorm, my roommate saw the unmistakable, possessive bite marks of an Alpha on my collarbone. Knowing my reputation was about to be ruined, I fled to a remote campus building to hide from them all.
But my adoptive mother's maid suddenly appeared at my door. She didn't come to comfort me. Instead, she delivered a chilling warning.
"Do not repeat the terrible mistakes of your family and the Blackwoods regarding the wrong kind of attachments."
I froze, my blood running cold as I realized I was under constant surveillance.
I thought Ryker's toxic obsession was my biggest nightmare. But what exactly happened between our families in the past, and why did everyone want me trapped in this beautifully decorated prison?
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Chapter 6
Elara Vance POV:
The boutique, "Martha's Gowns," was a world of silk, lace, and shimmering crystals. The owner, an older she-wolf named Martha Shaw, greeted Ryker and Seraphina with a warm, deferential smile. "Alpha. Future Luna. It is an honor."
Her eyes fell on me, trailing behind them like a shadow. She paused, a question in her expression.
Seraphina looped her arm through mine, her touch surprisingly firm. "This is Elara Vance," she announced to Martha. "Orion's daughter. She's here to be my consultant today."
Recognition dawned on Martha's face, followed by a look of deep sympathy. "Oh, the dear girl. What a good child you are." Her kindness was a fresh wave of humiliation.
Seraphina moved through the racks of breathtaking gowns with an air of excitement, Ryker following a step behind her like a devoted shadow. They looked like any other couple in love, planning the most important day of their lives. I was the awkward, out-of-place third wheel.
She pulled out a mermaid-style gown, heavy with diamond beading, and held it up against herself in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror. "What do you think of this one, darling?" she asked Ryker.
But his gaze wasn't on her. It was on me, reflected in the mirror. He was staring at my reflection as I stood numbly by the door.
"It's beautiful," he answered, his voice distant.
Seraphina saw it. She saw where his eyes were. Her smile never wavered, but a frigid chill entered her gaze. She turned, thrusting the heavy dress into my hands. "Elara, what's your opinion? You're the one with the artistic taste."
The weight of the dress shocked me out of my stupor. The fabric was cold and heavy, like a shroud. I looked from the gown to Seraphina's expectant face.
"It would suit you perfectly, Luna," I managed to say, my voice hoarse. "It's... dazzling."
Pleased, she moved on, selecting several more. Each time, she made me hold the dress, made me pass judgment. Every touch of the fabric, every word of forced praise, was another turn of the screw.
Ryker stood by, watching it all, his brow furrowed into a deep line. But he said nothing. His silence was a form of consent.
Finally, Seraphina chose three gowns to try on. "Elara, could you take these to the fitting rooms for me?" she asked, before breezing off towards the powder room to "freshen up."
I gathered the three heavy gowns in my arms, their combined weight making me stagger slightly as I headed towards the back of the store.
"Let me," Ryker's deep voice said from beside me. He reached for the dresses.
I flinched back as if his touch would burn me, taking a sharp step away from him.
I looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time all day. I made sure mine were as cold and empty as a winter sky. "There's no need, Alpha. This is my duty."
The word "Alpha" was a wall I erected between us, solid and insurmountable.
His hand froze in mid-air. I saw the flash of hurt in his eyes, the pained recognition of what I was doing.
I pushed past him without letting our shoulders brush, my back ramrod straight. I walked into the spacious fitting room area and carefully hung each gown on a hook.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror—pale, pathetic, and surrounded by the symbols of his union with another woman. The irony was a bitter pill.
My wolf whimpered, a low, mournful sound of defeat. Its mate was choosing another, and there was nothing it could do.
*It's over,* I told myself, taking a deep, shaky breath. *It has to be over.*
Seraphina returned, looking pleased with the arrangement. She swept into the largest fitting room, and just before she closed the louvered door, she glanced back at me.
"You can wait out here. I'll call if I need you."
Her tone was not one of a future sister-in-law, but of a mistress to her maid.
The door swung shut, closing me out. It separated two worlds. Inside, the woman who would be his bride. Outside, me. I leaned my head back against the cool, unforgiving wall and closed my eyes. I felt my inner wolf go still and silent, as if it had died right along with the last of my hope.
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8.8
Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.
7.3
Luna Comeback
7.3
Ana sacrificed everything to marry Alpha Max, believing love would be enough.
For eight years she was the perfect Luna - until the night she planned to reveal her true identity as the hidden heir of the powerful Dark Rose Pack.
That same night, Max staged a deadly "accident" that killed their daughter.
When Ana later discovered Max had been cheating with his "childhood friend" Emily for eight years - and that their "adopted" daughter Mai was actually his secret child - she shattered their mate bond and fled.
Three years later, at the grand crowning of Dark Rose Pack's new Luna, a desperate Max arrives begging for help...
Only to realize the woman on the throne is Ana - now married to the honorable Alpha Desmond.
When Max falls to his knees pleading for forgiveness, Ana delivers the final blow:
"You didn't show my daughter mercy when you killed her. I will never show you mercy, Alpha Max."
7.3
I took a pet-sitting gig at a luxury apartment, thinking my life was perfect. I was pregnant and engaged to Damien, a successful attorney who had spent seven years proving his unwavering loyalty.
But the moment I stepped inside, I recognized his cologne. Then I saw the photos. The apartment belonged to his mistress, Candace. She had deliberately hired me to flaunt their year-long affair and the massive diamond ring he had just bought her.
Candace even set a trap, calling the police to falsely accuse me of stealing that ring to completely destroy my reputation. But I turned the tables, using my knowledge of his habits to expose her perjury and their affair right in front of the detectives.
Furious that his flawless public image was ruined, Damien confronted me outside the precinct.
When I told him I was pregnant, instead of joy, his eyes filled with panic for his career.
"Shut up!" he roared.
He violently shoved me to the ground in front of a crowd of onlookers.
Blood pooled on the cold pavement. I lost our baby.
As I lay in the ICU, my heart turned to ash. He had spent seven years promising me a safe harbor, only to brutally murder our unborn child just to protect his own selfish ego.
I didn't shed a single tear. I used his overwhelming public guilt to make him sign over all his assets to me, then vanished without a trace.
A year later, I returned to New York not as the broken Addison, but as "Phoenix," the world's most powerful jewelry designer.
And I am here to personally put him in a prison cell.
7.6
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Aria Bennett is the perfect daughter, a decoration in her father's massive business empire. But for one night, she decides to break every rule. At a secret underground club, she meets Adrian, a man who knows exactly how to please her and awaken desires she never knew she had. They promise each other nothing but one night of pleasure and desire.
But when Aria wakes up to find him gone, leaving only a cold note behind, she thinks the fantasy is over. That is, until she walks downstairs the next morning to see the same man standing in her driveway.
Now, the man who knows her darkest secrets is her father's new driver. Forced to face him every day while pretending they are strangers, Aria is caught in a suffocating game of cat and mouse.
Adrian on the other hand is dangerous, cold, and hiding a secret that could destroy her father's empire.
And the closer she gets to him, the more she risks losing everything, including herself.
8.4
After being kidnapped for years and finally rescued, five-year-old Izzy thought she was going home to her wealthy biological family.
But when the social worker brought her to the freezing bus station, her biological father, Conrad, didn't even get out of his Mercedes. He took one look at her tangled hair and worn-out shoes, his lip curling in disgust.
"I have a real family now. I'm not disrupting my life for this."
He drove away, leaving her choking on his exhaust fumes. When her rough, grease-stained uncle Bryan forcefully brought her to the family mansion, things only got worse. Her biological mother refused to touch her, complaining that she smelled like a dumpster. Her half-sister Katelynn pushed her to the ground, making her bleed, and framed her for stealing. Instead of helping, Conrad roared at Izzy, calling her a wild animal and threatening to throw her back onto the streets.
Izzy stood there shivering in her oversized rags, watching them stand together in a perfect, unbroken circle. She didn't understand why her own blood looked at her like she was a monster, or why they were so eager to throw a traumatized child back into the dark.
But what her wealthy family didn't know was that Izzy had a secret: she could hear plants talking. And the greenhouse orchids were screaming at their cruelty. So, she climbed onto their expensive coffee table, pointed at her mechanic uncle, and made her choice.
"I don't want Conrad to be my daddy. I want Uncle Bryan."
She walked out of that loveless mansion forever, ready to follow the whispers of an old apple tree in her new backyard—a tree that was about to guide her to a buried fortune of gold.
9.4
Arlene was bound to a hellish three-year contract marriage to save her family from total ruin.
Just as the contract was about to expire, she received a terminal brain cancer diagnosis and found out she was six weeks pregnant.
To protect the tiny life inside her, she refused all treatment, leaving her with only three months to live. When she tried to escape, her billionaire husband, Harrison, caught her. He dragged her back, brutally assaulted her, and forced her into the freezing cold to kneel at his father's grave. Even when she suffered a threatened miscarriage, bleeding and begging in agony, he showed no mercy. He simply left her alone in the dark and went straight to a hotel with his celebrity mistress.
For three years, she had endured his relentless revenge and his public declaration that he would rather his bloodline die than have a child with her. She was nothing but a prisoner in a gilded cage, waiting for a death sentence he didn't even know about.
But when Harrison shamelessly summoned her to act as the doting wife and clean up his cheating scandal, the old Arlene died. She didn't cry or beg. Instead, she blackmailed him and his mistress for millions in untraceable crypto.
"I'm saving up for my coffin fund."
Looking him dead in the eye, she calmly pocketed the extortion money, ready to play her final, ruthless game before her three-month clock ran out.