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 5
Lykos's world tilted.
The forest, the shadows, the Curse Keeper-all vanished in a blinding silver light that seared his vision.
He landed on cold stone, the air thick and metallic. Mist swirled around him, silver and glowing, pulsating with a rhythm that matched the faint pulse of Aria's borrowed life.
She was ahead of him, suspended in midair inside a sphere of translucent silver energy. Her small frame trembled, lips parted in silent scream. The glow around her pulsed in time with her weak heartbeat.
Lykos moved closer, wolf instincts screaming, claws digging into the strange, slick stone beneath him.
"Aria!" he roared, sprinting forward. "Hold on!"
But the moment he reached her, the sphere reacted. The glow intensified, bright enough to burn his eyes. The Moon Well's magic was alive, ancient, and furious.
"You cannot touch her here," the Curse Keeper's voice echoed through the realm. "If you do, you will destroy her. If you hesitate... she will fade from this world forever."
Lykos stopped. His claws trembled. His wolf growled deep in his chest, frustrated and wild.
Impossible.
The Curse Keeper stepped forward, staff raised, eyes blazing. "This is your only chance, Untouchable Alpha. Watch her die... or act. Choose wisely."
Lykos's gaze locked onto Aria. Her small hands flailed against the glowing sphere, silver light casting shadows across her pale, trembling face.
"You are mine," he growled. "I will not lose you. Not here. Not ever."
The sphere pulsed violently, throwing him back. He hit the stone hard, teeth gritting in pain, but he scrambled up, wolf surging forward.
The Curse Keeper laughed, a soft, cruel sound that echoed endlessly through the mist. "The Moon Well tests all who enter," she said. "Even you. Even your bond."
Lykos froze. His wolf hissed inside. Bond.
She was his mate. His impossible, fragile, alive mate. And the Moon Well recognized that bond. He could feel it. Every pulse of silver around her, every flicker of life, resonated with him.
He stepped closer, carefully, senses alert.
"You... you are alive because of me," he whispered to her. "You're alive because fate wants it, because... because I won't let them take you. Not now, not ever."
Aria's eyes fluttered open, weak but aware. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. Her body trembled, weak and unsteady, yet her eyes-those pale, stormy eyes-looked straight at him.
Then the world shifted.
The mist twisted, thickening into shapes-figures of wolves, shadows, twisted forms, all circling them. The Moon Well was testing him, pushing him, trying to pull him away.
"Your strength alone will not save her," the Curse Keeper's voice echoed. "Your emotions are fragile. Your bond is not enough."
Lykos's wolf snarled. "I don't care! I will fight! I will kill every shadow in this place if I have to! She is mine!"
And with that, the first wave of the Moon Well's trial hit.
Silver chains of light shot out from the mist, wrapping around him, heavy and constricting. They were not physical-he could feel them cutting into his mind, testing his focus, his will, his control over the wolf inside.
Aria's sphere pulsed violently in response, the light flickering.
"You are testing me," he growled, claws slashing through the invisible chains. They burned, ripped at his skin and spirit, but he didn't falter. He had to reach her.
The Curse Keeper's laughter echoed. "You will break, Alpha. And she will vanish."
Lykos ignored her. Focused on Aria. He could feel her heartbeat, faint, faltering. He could feel the pulse of her borrowed life, the thin thread of existence holding her soul together.
He lunged forward.
The Moon Well responded. The ground beneath him opened into a glowing pit of silver energy, pulling him down. Shadows twisted like serpents, coiling around his legs, trying to drag him away from her.
No! he roared, striking outward. Claws raked through the shadows, tearing the serpentine shapes apart. He reached the edge of the pit, every muscle screaming, every nerve on fire.
Aria's sphere floated higher, glowing brighter. The silver light illuminated runes etched into the stone floor-ancient, incomprehensible, vibrating with the Moon Well's power.
Her pulse flickered faster. The borrowed life draining from her.
Lykos realized something: the Moon Well wasn't just a test. It was a judge. It measured intent, emotion, loyalty... love. And it would punish him if it found his heart wanting.
"You must prove your bond... or lose her forever," the Curse Keeper whispered.
He growled, fury and fear coiling into one. "I... will... not fail!"
The shadows rose again, twisting, forming shapes of every fear he had ever had. Pack members dying. Aria fading. The Curse Keeper's laughter echoing across centuries.
He pressed forward, forcing himself to face every shadow. His wolf roared, his instincts sharp, his mind clear. He would not hesitate. He would not fail.
Finally, he reached the sphere.
Aria's trembling hands reached toward him. Her eyes shone with tears, but also with recognition.
"Lykos..." she whispered, voice cracking. "I... I remember... something..."
The sphere flared violently. Silver light shot outward, hitting him full in the chest. He didn't move. Didn't flinch.
"Your bond must be true... pure... unbreakable," the Curse Keeper's voice said, fading as the shadows dissolved. "Or she dies."
He looked into her eyes.
You are mine. And I am yours.
He reached toward her-careful, careful not to touch her yet, not risking the borrowed life, but close enough that the Moon Well could feel his intent, his love, his desperation.
"I will not let you die," he said, voice low, shaking with emotion. "I will fight fate itself. I will survive every curse, every enemy, every shadow... just to keep you alive. You are mine. And I am yours."
The sphere pulsed once. Twice. Then expanded, enveloping them both in silver light.
Aria gasped. Memories-faint, fragmented, chaotic-flooded her mind.
Voices. Faces. Dreams. A man she barely remembered, a stolen soul, the Moon Well calling her...
And then-
She screamed.
The glow around her flared violently. Silver energy shot out, spinning, forming a tunnel that stretched infinitely upward.
Lykos instinctively lunged, trying to hold her steady, but the sphere expanded, lifting both of them into the air. The Moon Well's magic was alive, pulling them both into its heart.
Aria clutched at him, trembling. "Lykos... I'm... I'm scared..."
"I know," he whispered. "I know... but I won't let you go. I promise."
The Mist thickened, the light blinding. His senses screamed. He could feel the Curse Keeper laughing somewhere, distant but sharp, dangerous.
And then, the world shifted again.
They were no longer floating. They were falling. Or rising. He couldn't tell. Time bent in strange, impossible ways.
And then, at the center of it all, he saw it-the Moon Well itself.
A massive, glowing pool of silver light, swirling with power older than the forest, older than any Alpha, older than the Curse Keeper herself. And at the center... a faint outline of a soul.
Aria's soul.
It shimmered, fractured, struggling against something invisible yet suffocating.
He felt the weight of it-her life, her stolen soul, every borrowed heartbeat-and he realized the truth:
If he didn't act now... she would be lost forever.
Lykos's claws flexed. Wolf roared. Heart thumped. Mind screamed.
"I will not fail you!" he shouted. "I will bring you back!"
And then, from the depths of the Moon Well, something answered.
A voice. Not human, not witch, not wolf-ancient, female, commanding.
"Alpha Lykos... your intentions will be tested. Your bond judged. Only if pure... will she survive."
The sphere holding Aria pulsed violently. Her face twisted in pain, but she looked at him with trust.
And then the impossible happened.
The sphere cracked. Silver shards flew outward. Her pulse-faint, fragile-began to flicker dangerously.
If the sphere breaks... she dies.
Lykos lunged, claws slicing through the silver shards. His wolf howled, echoing across the realm.
But the shards reformed-magic too strong, too ancient.
He had seconds. Seconds.
And then...
A shadow emerged from the Moon Well itself. Not the Curse Keeper. Not Varun. Something else.
Something older. Something alive. Something that could devour them both.
And it lunged.
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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.