The Rejected Alpha and His Human Mate
"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck.
Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck.
Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death?
On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible.
Wait a minute!
She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her.
On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being.
This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic.
How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck?
"Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face.
Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something?
'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her.
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He is the all powerful Alpha of the wolves, dangerous, bloodthirsty and the archenemy of the humans but what happens when the moon goodness curses his fate by mating him to a human?
Would he lose his infamous reputation for her sake or go through eternal suffering by letting her go?
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Chapter 1
"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck.
Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck.
Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death?
On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible.
Wait a minute!
She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her.
On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being.
This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic.
How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck?
"Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face.
Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something?
'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her.
Nodding at the command, she held the gun to his face, an angry snarl forming on her lips as she aimed to shoot only to feel a weakening in her knees.
"You can't do that to me." He whispered enough for her to hear amidst the ongoing clashes around them.
Her eyes blinked and in a flash, her gun slipped from her hand and she fell to the floor, a rippling tingle washing through her.
"Mate!" He growled, catching her before she could hit the floor.
"Let...go of ...me." She hissed.
What was wrong with her?
What was this strange feeling?
Why the hell was she panting?
Why did she...
She let out a moan the moment his bare skin made contact with the skin of her neck.
Clamping her mouth shut, her neck reddened the moment her now blurry eyes caught the raise in his brows.
"You feel it too, don't you?"
"Number 389!" Her commander's harsh voice rang into her skull making her jerk in his arms but she fell lax again.
"What the fuck...are you doing to me?" She hissed through her teeth, hatred beginning to burn through her eyes as she panted hard at the tingling sensation of their skin touching.
"Me too Human, me too...what the fuck have you done to me?" He asked almost gently, leaning in closer, his eyes locked in on hers like she was the only thing he could afford to look at even as blood splattered on them from dying comrades.
"NUMBER 389! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SHOOTING HIM DOWN AND NOT PLAYING A DANG ROMANCE SCENE!"
She winced, her eyes shutting close at the loud voice in her head.
"What?" He asked, his voice concerned.
Forcing saliva down her dry throat, she bit down on her tongue till she tasted a metallic tang.
Just when she was about shaking out whatever spell the terrorist had cast on her, she helplessly watched him reach for the device in her ear and yanked it off.
"Ther..."
He didn't get the chance to finish his word because she had sent her fist flying into his face before rolling out of his hold.
Panting hard, she struggled to her feet, stumbling to stand erect, her eyes never leaving him even as he blinked up at her, a smirk gracing his lips.
"Blessed be the moon goddess. At least you aren't a weak one." He bared his now reddening teeth, blood leaking from his nose as he stood gracefully to his feet.
"Back off!" She yelled towards his direction repeatedly shaking her head to rid herself of the tingles speedily running through her veins and into her head..
"How could I when you belong to me? To us." He tucked his hands into his pocket, his green eyes focusing solely on her.
"You are insane!"
"Now only because of you." He raised a brow and spat out the clump of blood in his mouth.
She felt her body begin to shake...from hatred, anger...then her brow knitted in confusion...
She could feel her heart melting for him, he suddenly looked so manly in his pose, so handsome that his deadly eyes only made her thighs clap themselves together.
What was this...this sudden blooming feeling she had for the enemy of their country?
No!
She began to vigorously shake her head as her eyes widened in realization.
"No need to deny the feeling Mate. I know you love us already."
No!
She shook her head even faster as she backed away, scrambling to force her mind to think straight.
This wasn't love, no! It was...lust!
Lust!
How the hell could she lust after a stranger!?
Not just a stranger, but her enemy, the insane terrorist she should be hunting down?
How could she lust after him when her comrades were continuously falling to their death at the mercy of his followers?
"Come on." He cooed, casually sidestepping to dodge a dagger thrown his way.
Her eyes widened when he pushed his hand out to grab the weapon mid-air.
They were right!!
Not only was he insane, he was also a cult leader!
"Come on, Sweet." He took a slow step towards her again, his piercing gaze turning dangerous.
Swallowing, she let a growl escape her lips as she lunged towards him, her fist out in the air.
"HOW DARE YOU DRUG ME!?"
Casually hoisting his hands forward, he caught her midair with a belly deep chuckle as he spoke into her ear.
"Me? Drug you?"
"Unhand me this instant!" She was almost screaming with hysteria but he casually trapped her legs in-between his.
"What you feel right now is the process of being mine... you were born to be mine."
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But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
7.2
Betrayed by her sister. Killed by her husband.
Reborn, Sarah returns with one goal-revenge.
This time, she won't be the fool.
And with the Knox, the most dangerous man by her side...
she'll ruin them all, and take back everything that belongs to her.
Promotional line: They killed me once. This time, I'll destroy them first.
7.2
Clifton, the god of esports, was secretly battling a career-ending wrist injury to protect his team.
A year ago, he kissed his duo partner, Justice, only to be met with violent disgust. Justice shoved him away and dry-heaved in the rain, looking at him like a monster.
Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life.
But now, Justice suddenly appeared at Clifton's club as a rookie tryout.
Instead of an ambitious climber, Justice played the perfect, pathetic victim. He cowered, trembled, and acted terrified whenever Clifton was near.
He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain.
During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand.
Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff.
Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal.
If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him?
Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride?
Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers.
"He's asking if you are in love with me."
Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.
9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die."
She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.
9.5
One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise.
Now, he is Caspian Blackwood-the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days.
The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It's for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?
9.5
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed.
But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child.
My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut.
"She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.
He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn.
As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me.
But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call.