Alpha Untouchable
Alpha Lykos lives with a deadly curse: any woman who touches him dies on the spot. His pack fears him, and he has given up hope of ever finding a mate.
Until a weak, fragile girl named Aria stumbles into his territory and touches him... and nothing happens.
She is his mate-
but she is not meant to live.
Aria's life belongs to someone else, borrowed by an ancient spell. If the spell breaks, she dies. If the curse stays, she also dies.
And an enemy pack wants her because she is the key to awakening an ancient power.
Alpha Lykos must protect her, break the curse, and fight fate itself-before time runs out.
But the greatest danger is not the enemies hunting them...
It is the truth Aria doesn't know about herself.
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Chapter 2
The courtyard reeked of fear and sweat.
Lykos's gaze didn't leave Alpha Varun, who stood smirking like a predator savoring a kill. His pack's wolves pressed close behind him, teeth bared, claws scraping the ground. The moonlight painted everything silver and sharp-perfect for a fight, perfect for death.
But Lykos didn't flinch. Not once.
Aria's small, trembling form pressed against his chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. Even now, after everything, she had enough strength to cling to him.
"Give her to me," Varun repeated, voice low and dangerous. "She is mine by right of the Moon Well prophecy. Step aside, Untouchable, and I might let you live."
Lykos didn't move. He didn't need to. The weight of centuries of blood and survival pressed into his bones. He had faced enemies before-wolves, witches, traitors-but never a situation like this. His mate... his impossible, fragile, alive mate-was on the line. And he would burn the world down before losing her.
"Lykos," Aria whispered, voice barely audible. "Please..."
He pressed a finger to her lips, stopping her. His eyes, dark and stormy, swept over the courtyard. Every soldier, every Beta, every pack member had frozen in place, staring in awe and terror. No one dared intervene. None of them understood what was happening, or what he had just endured when she touched him.
Varun chuckled, slow and cruel. "What's the matter, Untouchable? Afraid of a few pups?"
Lykos's hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. "Step closer," he said, voice low and lethal. "One step. And I'll show you what an Untouchable Alpha really does."
Varun tilted his head, his grin widening. "Bold words. Bold... but useless. Your curse isn't your own to command. You know what will happen if you touch her, don't you? She dies. And that's why you won't fight."
Lykos's jaw tightened. That was exactly it. He shouldn't touch her. He couldn't. And yet... she was alive. She was alive.
Something flickered inside him-a dangerous thought. A forbidden one.
She survived. I can protect her.
But not like this. Not here. Not surrounded by enemy wolves.
He let out a low growl, one that vibrated deep from his chest. His wolf surged, furious, wild. He needed a plan. Fast.
"You think you can take her?" Lykos said, voice low, each word sharpened like steel. "Try me, and you'll regret it."
Varun's grin never faltered. "You won't strike me. You can't. Not with her here. You can't risk... killing your mate before you even know what she is."
Lykos froze. His wolf snarled.
Mate.
Varun knew.
The enemy Alpha had figured it out already.
The thought made Lykos's blood run cold.
He had underestimated the depth of this danger. Aria wasn't just someone who survived his cursed touch-she was someone everyone in the region wanted. And that meant every Alpha, every witch, every shadow hunter who had ever heard the prophecy would come after her.
He had to move.
And fast.
"Varun," Lykos said slowly, deliberately. "You want her? You want a fight? You want blood?"
Varun's grin widened. "Yes. All of it."
Lykos's wolf howled, low and terrifying.
Then, without another word, he scooped Aria into his arms and ran.
The courtyard erupted into chaos. Shouts, snarls, claws against stone. Lykos moved like lightning through the gates, past startled guards, past terrified pack members who couldn't understand the urgency of his actions.
The enemy wolves lunged. Teeth snapped. Claws tore at the air.
But Lykos was faster. Stronger. Unstoppable.
Every step pushed him further from safety and closer into the unknown.
Aria's grip on him tightened, her small hands clutching his neck. Her voice trembled, half-whispering, half-sobbing.
"I... I don't understand... Why... Why can I touch you and not die?"
He exhaled slowly, running through the forest at a speed that blurred the trees into streaks of silver and black.
"I don't know," he admitted, his voice low, pained. "But I will find out."
Her head tilted against his chest. She whispered, "Please... don't let them take me."
"You won't," he said, almost fiercely, almost desperately. "I promise you, Aria, no one will touch you. Not while I'm alive. Not while I still breathe."
The moon broke through the clouds suddenly, illuminating the forest path. Lykos's wolf senses flared. There was movement ahead-more wolves. But these weren't the enemy. These were his pack.
He slowed, finally bringing them to a hidden grove he used for emergencies. It was a place even Varun's spies wouldn't know.
Aria sagged in his arms, exhausted beyond belief. Her breathing was shallow, her skin pale. Lykos set her down gently on a thick bed of moss, brushing dirt from her hair.
"Rest," he said. "You need it."
She shivered, hugging herself. "I... I don't know who I am..."
"You'll remember," he promised. "All of it. Eventually. But right now... survive."
The wind shifted again, carrying a faint, almost musical whisper. It was faint, but Lykos recognized it-the scent of ancient magic.
The Moon Well.
He froze, eyes narrowing.
It wasn't just Varun chasing her. There was something more. Something older. Something darker.
And it wanted her.
Aria's eyes widened as she noticed the shift in his posture. "Lykos... what is it?"
"They're not just after you," he said slowly, voice sharp as a blade. "You're... important. More than you know. And if they catch you..."
His voice dropped to a near whisper. "...you'll die. Or worse."
Aria's hand reached for him, weak but insistent. "Then... stay with me. Please. I-I'm scared."
He shook his head. "I won't let anyone touch you. Not now. Not ever."
Her fingers brushed against his arm again. And again, nothing happened.
But something changed. A faint pulse of silver light shimmered under her skin, stronger this time, as if responding to him.
Lykos's heart thudded hard in his chest.
She was different. He could feel it. He could feel them.
The bond.
A howl broke the night-a deep, commanding sound. Not Varun's. Not his pack. Something else.
Something that made the forest tremble.
Aria gasped, clutching his shirt. "What... what was that?"
Before Lykos could answer, the ground beneath them vibrated violently. Roots snapped. Moss tore. A shadow larger than any wolf emerged from the treeline-towering, black, eyes burning like coals.
And then he recognized it.
The Curse Keeper.
The witch who had cursed him from birth.
Her voice echoed, low and cruel. "So... he has found you. The untouchable one."
Lykos's blood ran cold.
She stepped forward, staff in hand, a silver crystal glinting at the top. Magic crackled in the air, thick and dangerous.
"I see... the prophecy moves faster than expected," she said, eyes narrowing on Aria. "The borrowed life... the stolen soul... you will all pay for interfering with fate."
Aria shrank behind him, terrified. "Lykos... what do we do?"
He drew a deep breath, wolf snarling in his chest. "We fight," he said, low and steady.
But even as he said it, he knew the truth.
He couldn't touch her.
He couldn't let her die.
And yet... he had no choice but to face a witch whose power rivaled his own and who had already twisted his cursed life into a weapon.
"Stay behind me," he growled. "No one touches her. No one."
The Curse Keeper laughed. Cold. Terrifying. "Oh, Alpha Lykos... how I've waited for this moment."
Lightning arced from her staff, illuminating the forest in a brilliant flash. Aria screamed.
Lykos lunged, protecting her. His claws slashed the air, silver lightning crackling between him and her danger.
But the witch moved faster. Much faster.
And then-
Everything went black.
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I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
8.3
I woke up in a bedroom that screamed old money, but the body I occupied felt sluggish and fragile. I was now Chris Olson, a man known as a pathetic failure who spent his marriage groveling at his wife's feet for a single look of approval.
Elizabeth didn't even wait for me to clear my head before she threw the divorce papers on the nightstand. She stood there in her silk robe, eyes cold as ice, demanding I sign them before breakfast so she could finally go public with her "White Moonlight," Greg.
"You're walking away with nothing," she snapped, her voice full of the disgust she'd harbored for years. She reminded me that my family had disowned me and that I'd be on the streets within a week without her charity.
As I sat up, a metallic, garlic-like scent on my breath confirmed a terrifying truth: the Olson family hadn't just disowned me; they had been micro-dosing me with arsenic for years. They wanted me weak and mentally unstable so they could split the inheritance without a fight.
The original Chris would have cried and begged for her to stay, but I just looked at her like she was a target. I realized then that my "loving" family and my "faithful" wife had been watching me die in slow motion, and neither of them had lifted a finger to stop it.
I signed the papers without reading a single line and walked out with nothing but a duffel bag and a rusted sedan. I didn't need her alimony; I had already called her greatest rival, Adelia Cherry, to discuss a merger that would rock the city.
"I'm not here to save this marriage," I told Elizabeth as I moved into the mansion right next door to hers. "I'm here to bury it, along with everyone who thought they could poison me and get away with it."
7.9
After growing up in an orphanage, Corrine thought marrying billionaire Cristofer Clarke would finally give her a loving family.
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But nobody told Cristofer the truth about her suffering. A corrupt nanny easily framed Corrine as an unstable mother who starved his unborn heirs.
So he ruthlessly ordered his team to lock her in a psychiatric ward, while his aristocratic mother and sister stormed her ICU room, throwing a relinquishment contract onto her bleeding surgical wounds.
"We're actually doing you a favor, sweetie. Because honestly? Who knows who the father of those premature freaks really is."
After surviving hemorrhagic shock and watching her husband walk in to look at her with pure disgust, her last shred of hope completely shattered.
Sitting up with fresh blood soaking her torn stitches, Corrine ripped the contract to shreds and stared dead into his eyes.
"That's right. I'm just in it for the money. Get your checkbook ready, Cristofer. I'll see you in court."
9.0
19 years ago, Bethany Delaney was forced to flee the pack in the middle of the night. The Blood Moon attacked the Blue Crescent pack, and her family was murdered in cold blood by the Ruthless and Fearless Alpha Dominic.
3 years later, the revenge comes.
Alpha Dominic Rayleigh is a Ruthless, Fearless Alpha, known and feared by all for his strength and power. He hates the moon goddess for making too many laws for the werewolves, and he swore to kill any girl that the moon goddess gives to him as a mate.
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9.7
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I gasped in outrage at his brazen words-especially with so many people around-but my panties betrayed me, dampening at the memory of exactly what that bastard had reminded me of.
"How dare you?!" I hissed, our faces now only inches apart. Goosebumps ran across my skin at the dangerous nearness. I could feel his hot breath on my lips, the heat of his half-bare body, and that intoxicating scent I knew too well. Our breathing came ragged, as if we had just finished running a marathon, unable to break free from the magnetic pull of each other's gaze.
"No one else dares-only me, Prepedollie!" the scoundrel growled, gripping me firmly by the tail and yanking my face closer to his as his eyes devoured me. "I warned you-once I found you, there would be no mercy!"
7.1
My family sent me to marry into the enemy, a ruthless Don in Chicago. From the moment I arrived, I was treated like a common whore, a pawn to be humiliated and discarded. But they made one fatal mistake: they thought I was a lamb, when I was really a wolf in disguise.
Sent to Chicago for an arranged marriage with Don Vincenzo Moretti, Isabella Falcone arrived at his hostile estate, instantly an unwelcome outsider.
Hostility turned personal. Publicly shamed and trapped in Vincenzo's bed by his cousin, the Don accused me of whoring for family favor.
I faced constant humiliation. Family insulted me, staff trapped me. Vincenzo was cold. A rival framed me with a planted diamond, and the Consigliere declared me a thief, ordering soldiers to drag me away.
Branded a criminal by a rigged game, injustice fueled a cold, clear rage. I was a pawn, but I would show them a queen.
My fear hardened into lethal resolve. Alida Savage thought she'd destroyed me, but only declared war on the wrong woman. I would tear down all who dared to underestimate me.