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 3
Lykos didn't hesitate. Not for a second.
The forest blurred around him as he tore through the underbrush, claws ripping into bark, teeth gritted. His wolf roared in fury, a dark pulse of anger and desperation.
Aria was gone.
Gone.
Taken.
Every instinct in his body screamed at him: Find her. Protect her. Bring her back.
Branches whipped across his face, scraping skin and drawing blood, but he didn't care. Pain was irrelevant. Weakness was irrelevant. She was all that mattered.
"Aria!" he bellowed into the night, voice low and thunderous. "Where are you?"
Silence answered him.
Then a faint shimmer of silver glowed ahead, flickering between the trees.
He froze.
Not a hallucination. Not the moonlight. Her pulse.
Her borrowed life-it was faint but alive. He had felt it before, but now it called to him. Pulling him forward, faster than thought.
The forest seemed to bend around him as he ran. Wolves, shadows, even the air itself seemed to part for him, as if the world knew he had no time to lose.
He caught sight of broken foliage, deep claw marks on the trunks of the ancient oaks. Aria had struggled. Had fought back.
Good. That meant she was still alive.
And yet...
His wolf sensed something else. Not just the enemy pack. Not just Varun. Something older. Older and crueler than even the prophecy.
A warning thrummed in his chest.
She is not just taken. She is being prepared.
Prepared for what, he didn't yet know-but his claws itched for blood, and his teeth ached to sink into anyone who had dared touch his mate.
Then he smelled her.
Faint. Metallic. Fear.
Closer.
Lykos leaped over a fallen trunk, landing silent and deadly. Ahead, a clearing opened-moonlight spilled across it, illuminating the ground in silver. And in the center... a cage.
A cage of black iron, twisted and etched with runes that pulsed faintly with dark magic.
And inside... Aria.
She was kneeling, trembling, hands pressed against the bars. Her small frame shuddered with exhaustion, fear, and something else-pain, deep and raw.
"Aria!" he roared, the sound shattering trees, echoing across the forest.
Her head snapped up. Her eyes met his-bright, terrified, pleading.
"Lykos!" she cried, voice cracking. "Help me! Please, please don't let them-"
A bolt of magic shot past her, grazing the edge of the cage. Silver sparks danced, sizzling against the bars. Aria screamed and collapsed backward.
Lykos's claws tore into the earth. His wolf surged, primal and feral.
You touch her, you die. You touch her, you die...
He pushed the thought aside. I don't care.
She's my mate. She's alive because of me. And I will not lose her.
He crouched low, eyes scanning the perimeter. Shadowy figures flickered between the trees. Varun's wolves. Too many to charge blindly.
Then he noticed the sigils on the cage-they weren't just wards. They were feeding on Aria. Siphoning her strength, draining her borrowed life.
A shiver ran through him.
Time is shorter than I thought.
He needed to act. Fast.
He circled, calculating, heart hammering. The wolves outside hadn't noticed him yet.
Then a sharp laugh cut through the clearing.
"Well, well..." came a smooth, sinister voice. "The Untouchable Alpha finally arrives."
Lykos's ears flattened.
Varun stepped forward from the shadows, a cruel smile on his face. "I wondered when you'd come."
"You've crossed the line," Lykos growled. "Stay back."
Varun shook his head. "Oh, I think you misunderstand. I'm not here to fight you... not yet. I'm here to watch her suffer."
Aria whimpered. Her eyes darted between Lykos and Varun. "Why... why are they doing this?" she whispered.
Lykos's hands clenched. "Because she's mine. And because they're afraid of her."
Varun's grin widened. "Afraid? Perhaps. But more importantly... she is the key to the Moon Well."
Something inside Lykos twisted. He had heard the whispers. The prophecy. The legends. But hearing it now, seeing her trapped, feeling the pull of the ancient magic-it made his blood ice-cold.
"The Moon Well... will give them power?" he asked, voice tight.
Varun nodded. "Power beyond imagination. And she-your mate-was meant to activate it."
Aria's hand pressed against her chest. "Activate it?" she breathed, voice shaking. "I don't... I don't understand."
"You will," Varun said smoothly. "Soon enough. But first... you must endure. And so must he."
He raised his hand, and the runes on the cage flared brighter. Silver light shot into Aria's skin, burning faintly, siphoning her life. She screamed again, collapsing to the floor of the cage.
Lykos's wolf howled in fury.
No!
He lunged, claws cutting through the air, teeth bared. His speed was blinding, his roar deafening.
Varun raised his hand again-lightning crackled. But Lykos was already inside the clearing. The wards resisted, burning against his claws, but he ignored the pain. Ignored everything except her.
He reached the cage. Iron bars radiated heat as his claws scratched against them. His wolf surged forward, fury incarnate.
"Aria!" he growled, pressing against the cage. "Hold on! I'm coming for you!"
She looked up, eyes wide and shining with tears. "I... I can't... it hurts... Lykos..."
His claws cut deeper. Silver sparks flew. Every ounce of his cursed power surged-but it didn't touch her. She was alive because of him.
That was the truth that kept him going.
But then-
A shadow flickered behind the cage.
The Curse Keeper stepped forward, staff glowing with dark energy. Her voice was a whisper of ice.
"You cannot save her, Alpha Lykos. Her borrowed life... her stolen soul... all of it belongs to me. And when the Moon Well awakens... she will be mine."
Lykos turned slowly, eyes dark as midnight. "Not if I have anything to say about it."
The witch laughed. Low, cruel, echoing through the forest.
"You've never faced power like mine, Alpha. You're strong... but not strong enough to undo fate itself."
The cage rattled as Aria shrieked, the magic searing through her. Her body glowed faintly under the silver light, each pulse seeming to echo in Lykos's chest.
She's dying.
His wolf growled, low and feral, a sound that shook the leaves and branches. He couldn't wait. He couldn't hesitate.
He had to fight. He had to risk everything.
He lunged at the witch.
But the moment he made contact... the silver light shot out in a violent wave. The wards burned at his claws, forcing him back. He hissed in pain, but didn't let go of the cage.
Aria's hands clutched the bars, trembling. "Lykos... don't... don't leave me..."
"I won't," he growled. "I swear it!"
The Curse Keeper's laughter echoed again. "You cannot touch her. You cannot save her. And yet... I see it. The bond-weak, fragile... but undeniable. You cannot resist, can you?"
Her words sliced through him.
Bond... undeniable.
He froze, his wolf snarling inside. The thought of losing her... losing his mate-made his blood boil.
Then Aria's eyes met his. Wide, terrified, but also... shining with trust.
He would move mountains for her. Kill gods for her. Burn worlds for her.
He had to act.
He dug deep, past the pain, past the wards, past the fear. He would find a way.
He would break the cage.
He would save her.
He would fight the prophecy.
But as he lunged again, ready to tear the wards apart with everything he had...
A sharp, piercing pain exploded in his chest.
Something metallic, glowing, invisible-cutting through him, rooting him in place.
The Witch's words echoed: "If you touch her... she dies. If you do nothing... she dies."
Lykos froze. Every muscle locked. Every nerve on fire.
The silver glow around Aria flared brighter-stronger-almost like it was alive.
And then she gasped.
"Lykos... I... I can feel it... leaving me..."
He roared, claws tearing at the air. His wolf screamed.
But it was too late.
The cage glowed violently, the forest trembling.
And Aria's body... began to levitate.
Her small frame rising slowly, painfully, as though something-or someone-was pulling her soul from her borrowed life.
"No!" Lykos shouted, surging forward.
But before he could reach her-
The world went white.
Everything went white.
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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.
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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
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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.
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9.0
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3 years later, the revenge comes.
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9.7
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"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.