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 4
"Stop this madness I beg of you!" Her throat was getting hoarse and her voice rougher as she kept screaming her way down the forest.
"You can't do this to me! You simply can't!" Her wide eyes were raw red as she glared at his side profile.
Sighing, he turned back to face her and for a moment, she felt they would bump into the bark of a gigantic tree and die off.
"The track! Road! Focus on the road!" Her eyes grew wider.
Chuckling, he gave her a wink and turned back to face the road. "Do you care about me now?"
Barking out a laughter of disbelief at her situation, she hissed a curse at him beneath her breath before easing into the chair, with her hands now cuffed right in front of her.
Where the fuck was he taking her?
"We are going to my pack." He said and a new wave of terror hit her.
"Were you listening to my...my thoughts?" She whispered with shaky breaths.
"Your thoughts? Pffft." He turned to face her again, his now green eyes glinting with mischief.
"Were you thinking about me?"
"You are a crazy bastard! Let me go!" She yelled, frantically waving her hands about in the air.
With an irritated sigh from him, she felt herself jerk forward as he pressed the brakes of the gigantic monstrosity of a vehicle he was riding on.
Breathing heavily, she turned to face him with anger and hatred in her eyes.
"I should have gagged you."
"Fuck you!" She screeched, her throat going raw as her voice ceased.
"Gladly, but with your consent, mate." He snickered.
Was this really the terrorist she and her team have been hunting down?
Why did he look...feel so...so boyish and free and EVIL!
Yes, he is evil! Hence the reason for her kidnap.
"My people will come for me." She threatened and turned away from him towards the window, not wanting to hear what else he had to say.
"Your name. What is your name?"
Snapping her head back to face him, she spat out the name she has been used to being called almost all her life.
"Number 389."
"Ho..." He opened his mouth to speak but a knock on his side of the window paused all words in his throat.
It was the sexy guy from earlier.
"Is there a problem, Alpha?" He asked, poking his head in and letting his eyes scan all over her body and chair like she would suddenly produce a weapon to attack his leader.
She gladly would though, if she wasn't bound.
"No."
There was a moment of silent communication that she could not understand and suddenly the sexy guy started nodding before backing off.
"You can keep me against my will all you want, but you will never force me into doing your biddings."
"Is that so?" He asked with a crooked grin and the infuriation in her chest grew even higher, bubbling like a venom at the back of her throat.
She was ready to spew it at him at any moment when he suddenly leaned closer, their breath mingling in the gradually hot air between them.
"Stay back, stay back! What do you think you are doing?" She asked, her eyes wide and searching his now black ones.
"Claiming you as mine."
His voice was deeper now and the aura was far different from when he was green eyed.
"You..." She pushed out her cuffed hands at him as her eyes grew even wider from the shock of the realization hitting her.
"Are you real? You are real! What souls have you eaten up you wizard?" She asked, fighting so hard to merge into the car seat.
How did his eyes go back to being black?
"Please stop! Stop this witchery!"
He paused midair and blinked, his eyes now back to being green with a fleeting emotion of hurt.
"I am not a witch, mate." His head tilted to the side but she just turned her head away and faced the window.
"Mate?"
She flinched when she felt his cold fingertips brush against her skin.
"Get. away. from. me." She hissed and pressed her forehead against the window.
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"We are here."
She blinked her eyes open at the entirely new city before her, surrounded by the thick forest trees.
"Where are we?" She asked, turning back to look at him, an action she regretted instantly.
She tasted fear at the back of her tongue when she met his half green and half black eyes. His emotion was unreadable as he looked straight ahead.
"My pack." Was his casual response.
"Your...your what?" She stuttered, swallowing almost immediately.
Dragging his eyes to meet hers, the corner of his lips kicked up. "Welcome to my pack, mate."
"Come..." He extended his hand towards her but she only glared at it before glaring back up at him.
"Do you have some kind of animal spirit possessing you or something?"
Shrugging, he pushed the car's door open and stepped out. Almost immediately a pack of wolves rushed out of the surrounding trees towards him.
"WATCH OUUUTTT!" She yelled out of panic before snapping her mouth shut and chiding herself for caring about his wellbeing.
"You can fucking get torn apart for all I care." She hissed only for her jaw to drop when all ten wolves skidded to a stop and bowed to him in submission.
"Wha..." The question died off in her tongue as the wolves turned towards her direction all at once, their piercing eyes staring directly into her soul.
An urgent tap at the window made her jump in her seat, her heart thumping against her ribcage.
"It's high time you step out, human." The sexy guy said, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Are you out of your mind?" She asked in her hoarse voice, squeezing her eyes shut at the pain in her throat.
"No. You need to meet the council members."
Oh heavens! What in the name of madness was this?
She gaped at him, exasperated.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She pushed out only for her side of the door to get opened.
"No. No." She began to struggle but the tight cuffs on her hands wouldn't let her move freely.
"Uncuff her." The terrorist ordered from where he stood, now looking at her.
With a nod, the lady who opened the door gave way and the sexy guy walked over to her side and uncuffed her.
Thinking really fast for a way out of this madness, the only thing she could think to do was infuriate the mad terrorist.
Grabbing the sides of the sexy guy's face, she muttered an apology before slamming her lips into his.
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His fated mate had returned.
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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.
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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.