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 8
On hearing the woman's words, she squeezed her eyes tighter and grabbed the bedsheet like her life depended on it.
"You...Mate?" The terrorist called, his voice hardening.
Imagining his mismatched glowing eyes narrowing at her, her heart quivered as she struggled not to give herself out.
"How dare you lie to me!?" He thundered and she almost gave out a yelp, the air in the room pressing against her lungs.
"I would never tell such a lie, I swear it, Alpha." The woman's sure voice minutes ago began to tremble, sounding almost deprived of air.
She wanted to look, she wanted to confirm if he was actually choking her to death but she couldn't risk it, not yet.
She needed a medical personnel close to her so she could sneak some weapons into her clothes.
"Then prove it." His voice dropped and at the same time, she heard something hard hit the ground.
If her eyes weren't closed, it would have popped off her sockets.
Her military senses were all high on end and she could feel a set of intense eyes on her.
She struggled to keep still, not to let her lashes flutter, not to let her fingers twitch but how could she stop the perspiration from beading on her forehead?
Her trainers didn't get to that part of the training and she really needed to get out of here.
A chuckle made her almost jolt out of the bed.
It wasn't the fact that he was suddenly chuckling, but the fact that this dark pussy wetting chuckle was almost an inch from her ear.
"Hey mate?"
Her heart leaped right into her throat then dropped down to her belly.
"We can do all these dramatics later but right now, I need you to get your ass up and wet your lips."
Tears of frustration, shame and anger were minutes away from sliding down her cheeks.
She wanted to peek up at him and tell him to go fuck his mama's ass but held on to the faintest shed of hope she had.
Suddenly, sweet tingles spread all through her body, pooling at her chest.
Fuck this monster!
Extra concentration, more patience, she told herself. After all, she had done it before, just now.
But he didn't stop, she felt the tips of his fingers all over her face and down her neck.
STOP!
She had a hell of a fit in her head but he didn't stop, taking her limp hand in his and attacking every knuckle with the fluttering touch of his lips till it felt like her heart was about to combust.
But she endured it still, determined to escape this strangeness.
His smile against the palm of her hand when her lashes fluttered made her fight back a curse so hard that she grimaced.
"If I hadn't just torn off the head of one of my council members, I would have kissed you right on the lips."
What the...
She snatched her hand away from him so quickly that she forgot she was supposed to be unconscious.
The belly deep laughter from him made her tremble with fury. Enough fury to boil him alive.
This was kidnap! Against her human rights!
But she didn't think this terrorist would know that.
"Time's up mate, you have to gain some strength."
But she pressed her eyes shut, refusing to succumb to his order.
"Mate?" His voice turned frosty out of the blue and she felt her heart get sick with concern.
Fuck this cultist! He just messed with the workings of her heart, she knew it!
She knew that he did something to her mind. She wanted to scream, wanted to claw at herself for getting worried about it.
"If you don't open your eyes at this moment..." He paused, his threat hanging in the air.
She tensed, her muscles going stiff as she felt her heart about to stop beating.
The image of him punching the sexy guy in the nose chose that moment to surface in her head and she felt herself swallow, almost feeling suffocated.
What would he do to her?
Drive a knife through her skull?
Dig out her eyes?
Set a fire around her bed till she got suffocated by the smoke or get roasted like a pig?
Each horrible thought created a graphic image she couldn't stomach.
Wait? Why was she still thinking? Why wasn't he saying something?
And just then, she realized that she had all her thoughts displayed on her face.
FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!
She truly felt the tears bubble from her tear duct.
"If you don't open your eyes at this moment, I will kiss the hell out of your blue lips till it regains its colour."
The fuck!
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On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
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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.