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 4
The forest was silent. Too silent.
Lykos's wolf prowled under his skin, restless and furious. Aria was gone. Vanished into the shadows, into some cruel magic trap, and he could feel it-the faint, silver pulse of her borrowed life.
He could feel her heartbeat. Not just in his chest, but in the air, in the trees, in the earth itself. It was weak, flickering like a dying candle, but it was there. Alive.
Alive.
He surged forward, every sense honed. The forest bent around him in streaks of moonlight and shadow. Each tree was a blur. Each branch a threat-or a path. His claws tore the underbrush. His teeth grit as the pulse grew stronger, stronger... then dimmer.
She was moving. Somewhere ahead. Far ahead.
"Hold on, Aria," he growled through clenched teeth. "I will find you. I swear it."
The clearing where the cage had been was gone. The ground was scorched, twisted runes etched into the dirt, glowing faintly before fading to ash.
"Impossible," Lykos muttered. The Curse Keeper was no ordinary witch. She could erase the traces of her magic, vanish without a trace, and leave only fear behind.
He crouched low, sniffing the air. The pulse of Aria's life throbbed faintly-off to the east, toward the ancient forest border.
He ran.
Hours passed-or maybe minutes. Time had no meaning. His wolf guided him, pulling him along the path that Aria's borrowed soul faintly imprinted on the world.
Then he saw her-
A faint glow in the distance, soft and silver, like moonlight wrapped around a fragile form.
"Aria!" he shouted.
The glow responded-flickered, then surged weakly, as if she was trying to reach him.
He picked up speed, almost flying across the forest floor. Then the glow coalesced into a figure-kneeling in a shallow clearing, head bowed.
Aria.
She didn't look at him at first. Her hair hung in tangles, dirt and sweat plastered against her pale skin. She shook violently, like she was struggling against something invisible.
"Aria," he whispered.
She flinched, finally looking up. Her eyes were wide, uncomprehending, filled with both relief and terror.
"Lykos... I... I can't..." she stammered. "It's... it's leaving me. I feel it-my life... slipping..."
His wolf growled in rage, echoing in his chest. "I will not let them take you," he snarled.
He crouched low, moving carefully, instincts screaming at him that danger was near. The silver pulse around her flickered erratically.
Then he understood.
The borrowed life. Someone is feeding on it. Someone is pulling at her soul.
And if he moved too fast-if he touched her-she could die instantly.
Not from him. From the curse's twisted consequence.
"Aria," he whispered, "don't panic. Stay calm. I'm here. I will protect you."
"I can't," she whimpered. "I feel... everything leaving me. My memories... my dreams... everything..."
Lykos crouched beside her, careful not to touch her. His heart ached, seeing her so small, so fragile, so terrified.
"I know," he said, voice low and steady. "I know it's hard. But you're stronger than you think. You've survived worse already. And you'll survive this too."
A crackling sound made them both look up.
Branches snapped. Shadows moved in unnatural patterns.
And then the witch appeared-The Curse Keeper.
Her silver-tipped staff glowed, dark energy pulsing through it. Her eyes were fixed on Aria, a cruel smile twisting her lips.
"You are persistent, Untouchable Alpha," she hissed. "But even you cannot save what does not belong to you."
Lykos rose slowly, wolf muscles coiling beneath his skin. "Release her," he commanded. "Or I will tear you apart."
The witch's laugh was soft, cruel, echoing through the trees. "Oh, I don't think you understand. She is mine. Her borrowed life... her stolen soul... belongs to me. And soon, very soon, the Moon Well will awaken."
Aria shrank, pressing herself against a mossy boulder for support. "Moon Well?" she whispered.
Lykos's jaw tightened. He had heard the stories. He had heard whispers of the Moon Well-a source of power so ancient it could rewrite reality itself. And now it was being used to siphon her life, to manipulate her stolen soul, to twist fate.
"Who... who am I?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Why... why me?"
Lykos felt the weight of the question. He didn't have the full answer yet. But one truth was undeniable: she was his mate. His impossible, miraculous, untouchable mate.
And she was dying.
He moved closer, crouched, wolf snarling in his chest. He could feel the pulse of her borrowed life fading, flickering like a candle in the wind.
Not now.
Not like this.
"Stay with me, Aria. Focus on me. Don't think about the magic. Don't think about them. Just... breathe."
She closed her eyes, trembling. "I... I don't know if I can."
"You can," he said, softer now. "You will. Look at me. Focus on me. You are alive because of me, because fate wants you alive. And I will not let you die-not while I'm standing."
Her lips quivered, tears streaking her pale cheeks. "Lykos..."
And then a sudden, violent scream ripped through the air.
Lykos's wolf growled, low and dangerous. The forest seemed to vibrate. Shadows shifted. The trees themselves seemed to bend in pain.
Something was coming. Something fast. Something strong.
The silver glow surrounding Aria flared violently, burning brighter than ever before.
Lykos instinctively leapt in front of her, crouched, claws extended. "Stay behind me!" he commanded.
From the shadows, a massive figure emerged-Alpha Varun. His eyes glowed with a dangerous, cruel light. His wolf was nearly as large as Lykos's, his teeth bared, saliva dripping.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" Varun growled.
Lykos's claws dug into the earth. "Back off. I won't ask twice."
Varun laughed. "You cannot stop me. She is the key. The Moon Well will awaken. And you-Untouchable Alpha-you will only watch."
Aria cried out, clutching her chest. The silver glow pulsed violently, almost as if responding to Lykos's fear, his anger, his desperation.
He could see it now: her borrowed life was collapsing, fading faster than he could reach her.
"I... I can't... hold on..." she whimpered.
The wolf inside him surged, feral, untamed, ripping at the edges of reason. He had no choice. None.
He lunged forward, claws slicing the air, his roar tearing the night apart.
But the instant he reached her...
A searing blast of silver magic slammed into him.
He hit the ground, teeth grinding, ears ringing, vision blurring. Pain flared across his body-but he couldn't stop. Couldn't give up.
Aria's glow pulsed again. Weak. Fading. Almost gone.
"Hold on, Aria!" he growled, dragging himself forward, claws scraping against dirt and roots. "Don't you dare die on me!"
The Curse Keeper's voice echoed in the clearing. "The prophecy cannot be stopped. She belongs to fate, Alpha. And you... are powerless to save her."
Lykos's wolf surged. "No. Not fate. Not you. Not her."
He dove forward.
And the world shattered around them.
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8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
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.
But her husband didn't care about her; he was busy hosting a late-night pool party with a Hollywood actress while she went into agonizing premature labor.
During her emergency C-section, Corrine nearly bled to death alone, and her newborn daughter was sent to the NICU fighting for her tiny life.
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.
What happens when she finds out that she is his mate that he has sworn to kill?
9.7
A monotonous, colorless life and dull relationships instantly fade into the background the moment you step into a completely different world-one with its own rules and laws. It looks so much like ours, and yet is radically different, for here live werewolves and countless other incredible beings.
Bring a cursed Alpha King's heart back to life? Ride off into the sunset with one of the handsome guards? Or fall for a dangerous witch and uncover the true face of evil? Wrap it all up for me-I'll take it!
An extraordinary world, vivid characters, blazing emotions, and passionate love with a touch of spice ❤️🔥
18+
"Quite an interesting hall you've got here," Karadeylis said without even glancing around, his steps bringing him dangerously close. "But OURS holds unforgettable memories of the time we unwrapped your restless little ass."
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.