
Alpha's Hated Human Mate.
Overwhelmed by hatred and distress, the young Alpha Kaiden swears to make his brother pay the price of his betrayal...
When her lover defected the King without any warning, the vengeful new Alpha had already come to the poor human girl Ophelia , claiming that she should pay the debt.
***
"You will beg me to fuck you if you want your lover to live," Alpha King Kaiden had lost all his humanity.
"How dare you do this? I'm your brother's mate!" Ophelia whimpered, holding her hands to her breasts.
"That brother who wanted my crown and my life? Fuck him and fuck you!" The furious Alpha didn't care about it anymore.
He wanted revenge!
He grasped her hands and pinned them over her head. Her beautiful body appeared as the silk cloth quickly slid down.
She's damn gorgeous when she was completely naked!
"Well, no wonder my brother wanted to fuck you," Kaiden taunted with a smirk, "but now it's I who will be the one to steal your virginity." Kaiden claimed as he tighten her waist, making her approaching to his d*ck.
"Pl----ease do------nt," her voice was drowned out while his wild kiss fell on her lips.
At this moment, Ophelia knew her life now became a disaster...
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Chapter 2
A YEAR AGO
In The Hawk's Castle
The storm blew the windows creaking while a gorgeous lady paced anxiously around the room.
"A few months from now, my son will take over my throne and he will be the new and even powerful Alpha King of The Dark Mondo Pack." As Luna Beatrice repeated the words from her Mate, the Hybrid king Rodriguez, she growled in return.
"Mother! It doesn't matter who becomes the Alpha King, I'll always have the second-best place in the pack." Gideon didn't find it interesting that his mother held so much anger towards his stepbrother, "Kaiden is powerful, the only Hybrid after my father. Obviously, he is father's first choice." Gideon closed the windows to prevent the destruction being caused by the wind as the storm got intense.
"He is younger than you and to give him more power is like a slap across yours and my face. Kaiden's mother stole Rodriguez from me, my alpha king, my mate, and your father and you are telling me that another defeat means nothing to our self-esteem?"
Beatrice was only 42 years old. The thought that Monica, a few years younger than herself and from a lowly background, had already taken her mate's attention and was now going to let her son take Gideon's place on the throne, was too much for her to bear!
"Now where are you headed to?" Beatrice didn't expect that Gideon totally didn't listening to her, and he surrendered to Kaiden so easily in this game of Thrones, and her anger piqued seeing Gideon walking towards the exit.
"I---I just remembered to check up on the guards in the dungeon." Gideon lied, he didn't plan on going down the dungeon anytime soon, he wanted to escape his mother for a while.
"Fine! Runaway all you want, I know you will be back to me, begging me to help you get into power." By the time Beatrice could finish talking, Gideon has already walked out of her room.
Noticing her son's complete uncaring attitude towards power, Beatrice was so angry that her heart felt like it was going to explode. It took her several deep breaths to calm down.
"I wonder what Rodriguez will be up to," she nervously clutched her hands together and stared at the hour clock. It had been two days that she had come to no communication with her mate whilst her rival was enjoying his company.
At this juncture, even she was aware that banishing out Monica from Rodriguez's life will be impossible, so all she wanted was a little time with him.
She thought about it over and over, then sat down to construct a very exotic letter in which she had poured her entire heart and feelings for him in words.
For the future of her son, and for her own sake, she must do something.
The world once known had changed a lot, the hierarchy had taken a huge shift, accepting the supernatural beings at the top in the tier. The new world order was deadly, the whole world consisted of one land, sharing a powerful, Hybrid king: Rodriguez.
The supernatural being had finally claimed the world and the humans in it. A perfect place for the powerful wolf pack to enjoy the luxuries of life.
But for the royal family, everything was complicated.
When the storm had taken over the entire land, a sad Luna in her blue, silk gown, walked towards her Alpha king's, her mate's chamber in the hopes of giving him the romantic letter she had just jotted down for him.
In between her fidgeting fingers, she was playing with the corners of the paper. She feared to be caught by her mate's second Luna, the woman whom he fell in love with after his marriage with Beatrice. Sadly, Beatrice had no choice but to accept this change, where she and her son got neglected for the next few years because of the powerful Hybrid son Monica gave to Lord Rodriguez.
Beatrice gave a deep sigh. She knew that winning back her mate had become an unrealistic wish. She only hoped that by handing him the letter and talking to him, he would at least give their son Gideon the status he deserved.
"Can you ask lord Rodriguez that his Luna wants to see him?" she almost pled before the knight in front of the King's chamber. It didn't appear to be the first time thing where a Luna had begged to see her mate, the knight knew it had happened before and it will continue to happen until her mate realizes how lonely his Luna had been all these years.
"He is with Lady Monica," a simple phrase from the knight's lips shattered her innocent heart.
"Oh!" Beatrice found her desires to be extremely stupid, why did she think Lord Rodriguez wouldn't be having a good time with his beloved Luna tonight?
Thud!
Suddenly, the two, who had been engulfed in the silence, peered in the direction of the commotion.
"Stand behind, my lady, I'll go check what happened!" the knight hurried away from Lady Beatrice, disappearing behind the wall.
Beatrice knew she should have left for her chambers, but an urge of seeing her Mate blossomed inside of her and with that sinful thought in her mind, she slowly sneaked inside his chambers.
If she had known that what was in front of her would break her heart so much, Beatrice would not have made such a foolish decision.
She stood behind the big curtain that would separate the bed area from the rest of the chamber and peeked inside. Monica was completely unclothed and on top of Rodriguez while he was giving her the best time of her life in bed.
Tears streamed down Beatrice's eyes. She had been left dry for years by her mate while he was pleasuring his other mate romantically.
Rodriguez had his hard di*k being shoved in and out of Monica whilst her naked boobs bounced up and down with force. Her moans could fill the air with intoxication, but it was merely a hint of how satisfied she was.
Beatrice couldn't stand there and finish watching them, it was torture to her soul. She turned around and walked out of the door appallingly.
How could she be so stupid? Why did the hell torture her like this?
"Lady Beatrice!" the knight was standing in front of her face, his eyes showed his disapproval of her ignoring his previous warnings. If the matter was exposed, none of them could escape the brutal Alpha King's punishment.
"I---," she lowered her eyes in shame, what could she possibly say to her excuse? She was dying inside of distress as Monica never had to lower her eyes before the knights or anyone, but poor Beatrice didn't hold the same power and respect because her own Alpha didn't respect her.
Suddenly she realized how furious Rodriguez would be if he knew that she neglected his order and how proud Monica would celebrate after hearing her shameless action.
With the wind still howling outside the window, Beatrice stood in front of the upright knight, with her pale face.
How should she convince the knight to spare her? Well, as a disempowered Luna, what could she have to bribe others?
"You can go rest in your chambers before anyone sees you here," The knight, best known as Phillippe, looked away from the truth and let Beatrice walk ahead of him in respect.
Beatrice immediately raised her head with surprise and sorrow full in her eyes. Seeing the care and affection for her in Phillippe's eyes, Beatrice couldn't help for wanting to cry out. He might be the only one who had felt the unfairness towards Lady Beatrice by The Alpha King.
Beatrice quietly returned to her chambers after a quick thanks to Phillippe. Phillippe's understanding made her both grateful and sour: even a minor knight could see how much their Alpha King had neglected his Luna!
"If only my son was powerful than that Monica's hybrid son; Kaiden, I would be in that chamber with Rodriguez and not that low life Monica." she gazed out the window at the storm with a determined look, "There must be something we can do to change it!"
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9.5
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.

7.4
"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!"
The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls.
But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak.
She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father.
Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate.
***
Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed.
She thought he was her destiny.
Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders.
One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes.
Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming.
An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk.
For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing.
But fate had a cruel sense of humor.
The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed.
Because the man who destroyed her life?
The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands?
He was her fated mate.
Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him.
But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade.
"You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you."
And when he does?
He won't just cage her body.
He'll claim her soul.

9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.

7.0
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.

8.1
On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes.
She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia."
Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours.
He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity.
But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture."
I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her.
And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm.
Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite.
He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet.
He is wrong.
I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door.
And I changed the groom.
As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears.
The Reaper.

9.7
Rogues broke into the Pack House, holding a silver knife to my throat while another captive held Brooke, the so-called "Seer."
The Rogue leader gave my Alpha, Harrison, three seconds to choose who lived.
Without hesitation, he commanded, "Save Brooke."
I was gutted with a silver blade and left to bleed out on the carpet while he cradled her.
Miraculously, I survived, only to find he had already replaced me. He claimed Brooke was pregnant with his heir—something he said I, a "defective" Omega who couldn't shift, could never give him.
To protect his reputation and clear the way for his new Luna, he didn't just exile me. He drugged me with Wolfsbane and threw me onto a fishing trawler rigged with explosives.
As the timer ticked down in the dark cargo hold, I finally understood the depth of his cruelty.
Years ago, when I miscarried our actual child alone on the bathroom floor, begging for him through the mind-link, he hadn't just ignored me—he had blocked me to pick up his mistress.
The boat exploded, turning the ocean into fire. Harrison stood on the cliff, watching me burn, satisfied that his problem was gone.
But he forgot that my bloodline doesn't perish in fire.
Six months later, I walked back into the Council Hall.
I wasn't the weak Omega anymore. I was the legendary White Wolf.
And on my arm was the Lycan King—the one man Harrison feared most.
"Hello, Harrison," I smiled.
"I believe you're sitting in my seat."