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 2
"Alpha!"
He snapped his head back to see his Beta waving a red piece of cloth at him behind thick fumes of smoke.
Fuck!
His eyes darted around in time to catch a snipper stationed at the far end of a building.
Double fuck!
He hissed, bending forward as he clutched his groin. This human the moon goddess had cursed him with might actually be the end of him.
Before he could say Jack, she already had the cold muzzle of her gun pinned to the side of his head.
[Their reinforcements have arrived and we are outnumbered. We need to get out of here quick!] His Beta's voice boomed in his head through the mind link but he kept his eyes trained on the human in front of him.
"This is for invading my space." She snarled before hitting his head with the butt of the gun, earning a slight groan from him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He countered as he straightened, forcing her to look up at him.
Barking out a wry laugh, she glared hard at him. "I would be begging on my knees if I were you."
He let out a dry chuckle before calmly looking into her eyes.
"Is that what you want, human?"
She held her gun tighter at the change in his voice, her fingers suddenly trembling at the trigger.
"Do you desperately want to see me begging on my knees?" He asked, walking closer to the muzzle of her gun.
Her throat bobbed and her neck burned red without her permission.
Why did she suddenly have a feeling that they were talking about two different things all together?
Extending his hand towards her, he tilted his head to the side. "Come with me and you'll be the only person I kneel to."
"Wh...what?" She spluttered at the rate her heart beat quickened.
Her palms suddenly grew sweaty.
What was all the nonsense she was feeling?
[Alpha! Duck!]
At that, he dived into her, rolling them to the side and under the protection of a rock as rain of bullets tore through the ground he was standing on seconds ago.
"What are..."
"Shhh!" He hissed, cupping her lips.
When he felt the familiar coldness of a muzzle pressed against his stomach, a wry smile tugged at his lips as his hand slid off her face.
"What? Even after saving your life, you aren't grateful?"
"You should be grateful you got a few extra minutes to breathe." She hissed in return, her heart pounding hard against her ribcage from being extra close to him even as the bullets continued to rain down around them.
"You still want to be loyal to the people who won't waste a breath in finishing you off to get me?" He had a brow raised as he asked.
She let her lip pull up in a semblance of a smirk, "as long as they get you."
A muscle feathered in his jaw as his green eyes turned cold.
Her eyes turned equally cold as they glared at themselves.
Without wasting a single breath, he grabbed her chin.
She pushed the muzzle deeper into his taut belly without hesitation, ignoring whatever tingles she felt and daring him to do anything out of the ordinary.
"You belong to me!" He pronounced, his eyes looking into hers one at a time.
She spat into his face, making him flinch from the impact before smiling.
"I'd rather get my throat slit than belong to the enemy of my people." She fired back at him, the hand holding the gun shaky from tension.
"Is that so?" He let off a smirk as he leaned in dangerously closer to her lips.
"You are already cornered by my comrades." She commented with a tinge of pride.
"Or not?" He tilted his head to the side, his smirk turning into a crazed smile on seeing the look of pride slowly die off her face.
"What do you m..."
He leaned in at that moment and sealed her lips shut with a kiss, his hand still holding her jaw as his lips moved against hers.
Ignoring the metallic tang of blood from him, she let out a moan, her body tightening even as she melted against him.
This shouldn't be happening!
She could feel her brain mushing up.
The sounds of bullets continued raining into the ground and already dead bodies blurred out of her view, leaving a loud ringing in her ears.
This shouldn't be happening!
Her closing eyes snapped open and she did the only thing her brain could think of at that moment.
She pulled the trigger right into his belly.
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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?
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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