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 6
The shadow moved faster than thought, a dark swirl of silver flame and jagged edges, coiling around Lykos and Aria.
He felt it before he saw it fully-an ancient, living force, older than any pack, older than any curse. It smelled of forgotten time and death. Its power pulsed through the Moon Well, reacting to Aria's borrowed life like a predator smelling prey.
"No!" Lykos roared, teeth bared, claws flexing. His wolf surged forward, instincts sharp, fury raw. "You will not touch her!"
Aria screamed, voice breaking. The sphere of silver energy holding her trembled violently. The shadow lashed, striking the edges of the sphere. Sparks flew. Silver light fractured into a thousand shards.
If the sphere shattered completely... she would die.
Not now.
Not like this.
He dove forward, wolf coiling around him, instincts screaming, every muscle tensed. He struck at the shadow, claws slicing through it. But it wasn't flesh. It wasn't bone. It was... pure ancient energy, twisting, adapting to his attacks, shifting faster than his eyes could follow.
The shadow hissed-a sound that rattled his soul. A thousand voices whispered at once: warnings, threats, promises of death.
Lykos growled, teeth bared. He lunged again.
Aria's sphere pulsed, responding to him. She clutched at it, whispering through trembling lips, "Lykos... I... I feel... something... inside me... it's waking..."
"What?" he snapped, mid-strike, claws slashing silver mist. "What is waking?"
"I don't know!" she gasped. "I... I think... I can fight back! I think I can help you!"
Her words sent a spark through him-a pulse, a tether. She was stronger than she knew.
The shadow shrieked, recoiling. It recognized her awakening power, the flicker of her true soul, the borrowed life beginning to stabilize.
"Focus, Aria!" Lykos yelled. "Focus on me! On us! You are alive! You are mine!"
Her silver eyes blinked, glowing brighter. Energy flowed through the sphere, pulsing with her heartbeat.
The shadow lunged again, and this time, she reached out-hands trembling but determined-and touched the edge of the sphere.
Silver light exploded. Lykos felt it in his chest, a jolt so intense it nearly threw him off his feet. The sphere pulsed violently, feeding off her courage, her will, her trust in him.
She was not just a victim.
She was alive. She was a fighter.
The shadow recoiled, hissing. Its form wavered, unstable for the first time. Lykos struck again, claws raking through the wavering darkness. The shadow screeched, twisting into itself, lashing out with jagged shards of silver energy.
One shard slammed into the stone beneath him, sending shards spraying outward like razor-edged glass.
He dodged, wolf instincts guiding every movement. He couldn't afford a mistake. One touch from the shadow, one misstep-and she could die.
Aria's hands glowed now, a faint shimmer surrounding her sphere, pushing against the shadow. A thread of pure silver energy connected her pulse to him, and Lykos realized something impossible:
Her borrowed life was feeding his strength.
He could feel it.
Her courage, her trust, her heartbeat... it was merging with his Alpha power.
A growl erupted from him-deep, primal, feral. He lunged, claws extended, teeth bared, striking at the shadow with everything he had. The collision sent waves of silver energy cascading outward, shaking the realm. Mist swirled violently, distorting their vision, but Lykos kept his focus, kept his wolf coiled and ready, kept his eyes on her.
"Aria!" he yelled. "Don't let go! Don't give up!"
She responded, small hands gripping at the sphere, glowing brighter, sending tendrils of light into the shadow. It shrieked again, recoiling, twisting, weakening.
Lykos felt it-the first hint of a real advantage. He could defeat it.
But then, the ground beneath them shook violently.
The Moon Well pulsed, responding to the battle, responding to her awakening energy. The silver light fractured, creating ripples that disoriented him. Mist thickened, forming shapes-wolves, enemies, faces he didn't recognize. Shadows of the past, present, and potential futures all converged around them.
"You cannot survive this!" the Curse Keeper's voice whispered through the chaos. "Even together, you will fail. She is borrowed. Her soul is not whole. And the Moon Well... it will take her."
"No!" Lykos bellowed. "She is mine! And I... will... fight!"
Another surge of silver light shot from the sphere. Aria's glow intensified, tendrils of light stabbing into the shadow, unraveling it. Her hands trembled, but the determination in her eyes shone brighter than anything Lykos had ever seen.
The shadow twisted violently, then convulsed-and something new emerged.
A form.
Not a monster, not just a shadow-but a humanoid shape, faint, distorted, flickering with silver light and shadows. A face... vaguely familiar.
"You... cannot..." it hissed, voice broken, fragmented. "She... is not... yours..."
"Shut up!" Lykos roared, slashing through the remaining shadow fragments. Wolf instincts flared. Teeth bared, claws ripping, heart pounding, every sense on fire.
Aria screamed as her hands glowed, sending a pulse through him, through the shadow, through everything.
The humanoid figure shrieked violently, twisting, unraveling, then... vanished.
Silence.
Lykos stumbled, heart hammering. He fell to his knees beside the sphere. Aria floated there, trembling, pale, but alive. Her pulse had stabilized, though weakly.
He exhaled, wolf growling low. "You're okay..." he murmured. "You're alive. You made it."
Her lips trembled. "I... I don't understand... I felt... something inside me... something... waking... stronger than anything before..."
"Yes," he said softly. "Your soul... it's coming back. You're stronger than they ever knew. Stronger than fate ever expected."
She looked at him, eyes wide, terrified, but with a flicker of recognition. "Lykos... am I... really... okay?"
He reached toward her, careful, not touching her yet. "For now. But we're not done. Not yet. The Moon Well... the Curse Keeper... Varun... they're not finished with you-or me."
The mist shifted again, thickening. The Moon Well pulsed violently.
And then a voice-deep, resonant, neither male nor female, but infinitely ancient-echoed from the heart of the well:
"Alpha Lykos... your trial is not complete. Her soul is not whole. To save her, you must face the truth of the stolen life, confront the shadow of her past... or all will be lost."
Aria gasped, trembling. "What... what does that mean?"
Lykos's jaw tightened. Wolf snarled in his chest. "It means... we're only at the beginning. And whatever happens next... it will test both of us... in ways we can't even imagine."
The sphere flickered again. Silver shards spun in the air like knives. The Moon Well pulsed faster.
And then, from the depths of the swirling silver, another shadow emerged. Not the first one. Something different. Darker. Familiar.
Lykos froze. His wolf growled low in warning. His heart hammered.
And then he saw it.
A figure stepping through the mist-someone he thought was dead... or lost... someone tied to Aria's stolen soul.
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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.