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.
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"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 4
It soon began to downpour, filling the surroundings with the scent of the earthy smell.
"How is her fever now?" Ophelia, who had just returned home after she had cleaned the mess that arrogant Prince has created, asked her mother while perching down with her fourteen-year-old sister on her bed.
Isla had been sick for two days and tonight her fever decided to go up. Emma, the single parent of the two beautiful young ladies, was dabbing a wet cloth onto Isla's forehead.
"She doesn't seem okay, if she didn't get the medicine, her fever will not go down," Emma looked older than her age. The wrinkles around her eyes and the bags under them with her dry lips would make her look even older.
She, along with the rest of the humans, was leading a hard-working life. Humans were meant to serve the vampires and the werewolves, while vampires would serve the werewolves.
As the lowest tier, humans were always assigned the least respectable jobs in the eyes of the powerful creatures. In every working job, humans would be given the lowest position.
Ophelia and her mother would work in a small tavern together, the one they had built by selling all the goods they ever had. The wages were so low that they could barely make the ends meet, let alone have savings for the future.
"I can go to the nearest pharmacy of Mr. Harrold and maybe try to rent some medicine." Ophelia watched her mother's face change expressions with every word her lips spoke. She was wearing the same white wool sweater she had been wearing for two days and a pair of blue trousers as a bottom.
"He is a miser, greedy, werewolf pet, he had forgotten about his kind. Talking to him will be a fool's errand," Emma didn't like those humans, who would torture their own kind to remain in good books of the vampires or the werewolves.
Mr. Harrold was a well-known physician and a dirtbag with no morals and decency accumulating in his blood.
"I can still try, besides, he has been keeping his pharmacy open till late times these days, he has been given the privilege by the Alpha King for being a snitch. If I leave now, I'll be able to get to him before he closes the pharmacy," Ophelia knew, deep down inside that her mother wanted to stop her not because of the downpour, but because if any supernatural being spotted her out of the house in the dark, they will take advantage of her. This is how they have been living with an alpha king ruling the whole world and them suffering at the hands of everyone.
"Don't fret, I'll return the moment I get hold of the medicine," Ophelia bent down and kissed her mother's head before she pulled up a gray sweater over her body and left the house with an umbrella to prevent the rain from soaking her wet.
Ophelia had miscalculated the intensity of the rain while leaving the house, but she soon realized when her steps kept sliding down the steep before she could meet up to the small road, probably 13 feet wider, shrouded with rain and fog. The road lacked the guardrails and the steep down was more than 200 feet down, extremely deadly.
She had to keep herself close to the mountain instead of the steep. She had soon safely reached Mr. Harrold's pharmacy, where he was still perched, waiting for the rain to stop so that he could leave for his house.
This thirty-five-year-old man had no upstanding to the righteous deeds, it was told that he would sell his soul for an appreciation from the Alpha king.
He saw the beautiful Ophelia entering his shop and his eyes immediately beamed with thirst. It was no secret that Ophelia was the most gorgeous young lady known among the whole land and every kind.
She dropped the umbrella to the side and rubbed her hands together to warm them up once she noticed how red and cold they have turned during the walk she took towards the pharmacy.
"Hey, Mr. Harrold, how are you doing tonight?" she greeted him pleasantly, wearing a smile that she would fake to the people she didn't really like, but felt compelled to giggle in front of.
"I'm doing well Miss Ophelia, what brings you here at this time of the night and in this weather?" his black eyes quickly scanned her with a smile on his lips. It was a log pharmacy with herbs and medicines made by him and his wife for all kinds.
"Isla has a fever and it's not going down, I was thinking maybe you could manage to give me a medicine," she squeezed her one eye close, hoping he would be able to squeeze out medicine for her.
"You know what you would need to do to be able to get a medicine from me, right?" his lip curled a bit upward, the loud gulp he took when his eyes scanned her body over was not a secret too.
Ophelia scowled crudely at the filthy remark he made. His one-sided smile grew bigger as he shook his head immodestly.
"I mean, you need a permit princess," his tone turned bitter after she rejected his advances through the glaring of her eyes.
"How am I supposed to get a permit now? It's raining and is very late," before she could even proceed, he intervened.
"Don't state the obvious, I can see it's raining. Why do you think I'm sitting here when I can go home to my wife to please her?" his lascivious habits were public knowledge, but since he was the only human that was close to the Alpha king, he never got punished as long as he kept his lewdness towards the humans only.
"Listen, can you please help me? I'll pay you double for it whenever I've the money," She almost begged, and hated every second of it.
They could hear the rain splashing against the wood and the glass windows of the pharmacy very audibly, making things even awkward for Ophelia.
"Okay, there is only one condition," He placed his palms on the wooden table between them to lean ahead towards her, "You have to please me," his eyes traveled down to her lips and he silently gulped.
His words sent shivers down her spine, the shivers of disgust and a sudden fit of rage.
"I'll go get the permit," she raised her brow while glaring him in the eye. She was known to be rebellious but would somehow save herself from the troubles all the time.
She would only keep her mouth shut to some extent, the instant her esteem was on the line, she didn't care about the circumstances.
"Well, you better hurry up because as soon as the rain stops, I'm heading back home. I'm too hard to stay here in this empty, boring shop," He straightened his back and scoffed, a little hint of annoyance could be heard in the breath he exhaled.
There were a lot of things she could yell at him for, but she was in need and that was pretty much how humans were living now.
She picked up her umbrella and left the shop in haste.
As she had only entered the plain area where most of the parks, shops, and cafes were, she realized she wasn't alone. She was able to pick up that she had been followed by someone, someone that for sure wasn't a human.
Her body automatically shrunken as she nervously looked around in the search of the hounder.
Whoever it was, not only was he quick but also very sneaky. Ophelia was well aware of the dangers she could encounter once she left the house after dusk as a human being.
Her heartbeat kept racing with every step she took, even through the heavy rain, she could sense someone shadowing behind her.
She turned her head all the way back to observe and notice if she could see the person, and once she looked straight again, she could clearly see her stalker.
The young man had his wolf teeth sharpened and glowing with his eyes turned yellow. Before she could even react to this sudden encounter, he pulled her to the side in a quick move in one of the streets and pushed her against the wall.
A gasp escaped her lips, her umbrella flew away with the wind once her grip loosened around it.
The guy pinned her hands over her head and adjusted himself between her legs.
"Do you miss me, sweetheart?"
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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."