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 8
Elara Vance POV:
Just as Ryker staggered back, Seraphina's voice, now laced with impatience, came from the main area. "Ryker?"
The sound snapped him out of his daze. He looked from my pale, resolute face to the locked door, and the agony in his eyes was swiftly replaced by primal panic. He couldn't let her find us like this.
He straightened up, putting a carefully constructed wall between us. "I'm coming," he called out, his voice miraculously steady.
He turned back to me, his expression a chaotic storm of anger, hurt, and something that looked terrifyingly like desperation. In that moment of utter helplessness, he resorted to the one tool he understood, the one an Alpha always uses to solve a problem that can't be solved by force.
Power.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. From it, he extracted a sleek, black credit card. He grabbed my hand and forced the card into my palm. "The limit is nonexistent. The pin is your birthday."
I tried to drop it as if it were burning hot, but his fingers clamped down over mine, trapping the card against my skin.
"Don't ever let me see you in clothes like this again," he snarled, his eyes raking over my simple jeans and t-shirt with disdain. "Buy whatever you want. Gowns, jewelry, a car... I don't care."
He thought he could buy my forgiveness. He thought he could chain me to him with gold. It was the ultimate proof that he understood nothing about me, about us.
I started to laugh, a broken, hollow sound that filled the tiny space. "So this is what I'm worth to you?"
He flinched.
"I am not your pet, Ryker," I said, my voice shaking with a cold fury as I tried to wrench my hand free. "You can't buy me."
The handle rattled sharply. Once. Twice. On the third attempt, a heavy slam against the door—a shoulder, driven with werewolf strength—splintered the lock mechanism from the frame.
The door flew open.
Seraphina stood there, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. She had changed back into her dress, and the polite smile was gone, replaced by a look of glacial scrutiny. Her nostrils flared, taking in the suffocating, unmistakable scent that filled the tiny space. Her eyes, wide for only a fraction of a second, darted from Ryker's disheveled collar to the flush on my cheeks.
My heart stopped. I ripped my hand away from his. The black card clattered to the carpeted floor.
Ryker dropped his arm instantly, turning to face her. His expression was a mask of cool composure, but the slight tremor in his hands gave him away.
"What are you two doing?" Seraphina's voice was dangerously calm.
Ryker found his lie instantly, one that was horribly, partially true. "Elara is emotional about the wedding. She's happy for me, but it's also reminding her of losing her father. I was comforting her. Offering some compensation for her loss."
He was using my dead father as a shield again.
"Compensation?" Seraphina's gaze flickered to the card on the floor. "With an unlimited credit line? You are very generous to your subordinates, Ryker." The word "subordinates" was a deliberate insult.
I remained silent. Anything I said would only make it worse.
"Orion gave his life for this pack," Ryker said, his voice even. "This is nothing. I want his daughter to have the best."
Seraphina didn't argue, but her eyes—cold and calculating—betrayed the truth. The cloying perfume of an Omega's Heat mixed with the Alpha's musk was undeniable, a private, primal truth screamed into the air. But Seraphina was a Volkov, and the Volkovs did not wage wars in public. A public accusation, here in a human boutique, would humiliate her far more than it would punish him. This was a blade to be wielded in private, with the full weight of the Pack and her family behind it. The polite mask of the future Luna slid back into place, more terrifying than any rage.
She bent down, her movements fluid and graceful, and picked up the card. She held it out to me, her smile returning, brighter and sharper than before. "Well then, you should accept it, Elara. It wouldn't do to refuse the Alpha's... care."
The way she said "care" turned the word into an accusation.
I stared at the card. It felt as heavy as an anchor. To refuse it now would be a public defiance of both my Alpha and my future Luna. I had no choice.
My hand trembled as I took it from her.
Seraphina's smile was victorious. She tucked her arm through Ryker's. "Good. Now, we should be going. I'm quite satisfied with the gown. We'll take that one."
She led him away like a prize she had won, leaving me standing alone in the fitting room, the cold, humiliating plastic burning a hole in my palm.
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Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.
7.9
I was lying in the emergency room with acute gastroenteritis on my birthday, but my mother ordered me to rip out my IV needle.
She threatened to freeze all my accounts if I didn't show up to my adopted sister's high-society matchmaking party.
When I arrived, dragging my weak body, I caught my fiancé Julio protecting his mistress.
Worse, my adopted sister Billie framed me for stealing my own grandmother's heirloom earrings just to play the victim in front of New York's elite.
I refused to be their stepping stone and projected the evidence of Julio's affair on the massive ballroom screen.
In a rage, my father cursed me, and my mother slapped me across the face so hard my mouth bled.
During the ensuing physical struggle, my adopted sister, the mistress, and I all plunged into the freezing outdoor swimming pool.
My fiancé desperately swam to save his mistress, while my own brother rushed to pull my adopted sister above the water.
I stopped kicking and let my heavy, soaked clothes pull me down to the bottom of the black pool.
Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like garbage?
After a mysterious bodyguard pulled me from the water, I watched my family frantically wrap the other two women in warm blankets.
I didn't shed a single tear.
"I am no longer a part of this family. I never want to see any of you again."
I publicly canceled the engagement, turned my back on the wealthy estate, and walked away into the freezing winter night.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."
9.2
I was bound by blood to a mysterious cloaked male named Rafe to secure a vital alliance. I was supposed to be the new Luna of the Nightfall Pack.
But the moment I arrived, I was stripped of my expected title and forced to be a mere personal assistant to the brutally handsome Alpha Kaelen. My fated mate never even showed up.
Alpha Kaelen treated me with icy disdain. He even dragged me to a high-end jewelry store to pick out a mating gift for his "future Luna." When the shop owner assumed the gift was for me, Kaelen coldly humiliated me in public.
"She is just my assistant."
Yet, when a rival Alpha tried to lay a hand on me at a summit, Kaelen nearly started a war. He shielded me with his body, his eyes blazing with furious possessiveness.
"She is mine."
I didn't understand. If I was nothing but a discarded political pawn, why did Kaelen's touch send electric sparks straight to my core, exactly like my fated mate? Why was he fiercely protective of me one second, only to treat me like absolute garbage the next?
Staring at the moonstone necklace he forced me to carry for his "real mate," the fragile hope in my chest finally died. I wouldn't wait for a phantom husband anymore; I was going to uncover Kaelen's secret, and then, I would leave this pack for good.
8.3
Two sisters born with unimaginable power but only one is allowed to carry it-allowed to rule.
Naidira Thornton lives her entire life as a shame to her powerful parents-an alpha without a wolf, a daughter without her parents' favour, a mate left unclaimed. When she is banished for a crime she is innocent of and replaced by her own twin in a marriage built in lies, the pack believes the weaker sister has been erased.
They are wrong.
The secrets pile sky high till a perfect Luna's crown and an alpha's authority shatters under bloodshed and betrayal, Naidira returns and triggers a chain of events no one can stop. Bonds awaken, wolves arise.
Power was never taken from Naidira. It was buried.
And when it breaks free, nothing-family, throne, or fate-will survive unchanged.
8.3
In a world where the Wither virus turned surviving women into breeding livestock, Elinore was disguised as a boy at birth just to survive.
For twenty-one years, she lived a suffocating lie as the ruthless Prince of Navia, binding her chest and hiding her true gender. But her fragile reality shattered when her uncle, the tyrant King Orestus, casually gambled away her older sister Josefina in a card game.
Elinore kicked down the doors and violently rescued her sister, holding a short sword to the sweaty minister's throat.
"She is my legal property now! The King bet her and lost!" the minister screamed, waving the royal wax seal.
Elinore forced him to flee, but the aftermath was devastating. Their parents had been murdered by the King a decade ago, leaving them as captive pawns. Josefina, completely broken and terrified, wept in Elinore's arms. She actually begged to be sold off to a distant, savage kingdom just to escape the daily, inescapable hell of their uncle's court.
Stripping off her heavy military uniform in the dead of night, Elinore stared at her bruised, female body in the mirror. She was drowning in a suffocating sense of injustice. Why did women have to live as prey?
But an even deeper, more terrifying mystery was waking up inside her.
A strange, feverish heat began pulsing deep in her abdomen—an alien biological demand she couldn't control. That very night, she dreamed of a monstrous, seven-foot-tall Urekai beast pinning her to the freezing mud, its glowing yellow eyes claiming her as its mate.
Her disguise was failing, and her own body was betraying her. To save her sister and uncover the truth behind her awakening, the fake Prince decided it was time to burn this tyrannical kingdom to the ground.