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 5
He crashed his lips against hers and bit her lower lip very aggressively, letting go of her wrist and unbuckling his pants in haste.
"Stop!" she muttered, frowning a bit, "I said, stop Gideon!" she pushed him off her by placing her hands on his chest and making eye contact with him while rain soaked them completely.
"What's going on? Why are you so mad?" Gideon was a werewolf, a powerful one. He had beautiful blue eyes, a tall and muscular body, and dirty blond hair. The rain made his features even stand out as he stared at Ophelia blankly.
"Did I make a mistake?" He tried to reach for her again but she turned her face to the other side. The cold night and the rain made things worse for Ophelia, now that she was a dunk in rain, her body was shivering out of the cold.
"My sister is sick, and because of your father's insane rules, I can't buy medicine without your father's, the almighty king's permit letter," as she spoke, the hatred was audible in her tone.
"Not only that, I would have been able to get the permit in time had your arrogant brother not caused the mess around my tavern, " she continued to complain.
Her accusation made Gideon ashamed and heartbroken.
He was the eldest and once a favorite child, but was replaced by Kaiden later.
Even though they were completely opposite from each other, they both shared one common interest. They both wanted a mate that was not from their own kind.
They were both victims of forbidden love.
"Isla is sick?" Gideon's eyes looked around impatiently in search of the umbrella he knocked out of her hand when he thought she was planning on sneaking into the castle to meet him.
"Why, you really thought I would risk my safety to sneak into your deadly castle just so that we can make out in rain?" Ophelia was angry that night, and rightfully so, her sister was sick and the shop owner had just displayed his nasty thoughts to her openly, and then she got stalked by the love of her life.
"I'm so sorry, I was transitioning into my wolf form when I smelt you around and my brain instantly thought you wanted to see me," Gideon looked ashamed of himself for quickly analyzing she wanted intimacy from him. He wanted to tease her a bit, that's why he decided to stalk her, not knowing the mental stress she was dealing with.
"It's fine. It's not like it's your fault. I will go grab the permit letter now. I have to go back home Gideon, Isla is very sick," she pulled herself close to Gideon, her palms resting on his strong, muscular chest as they both stared in eyes.
"You don't need to do any of that, I'll get the medicine and then drop you home. And before you deny, please let me do that," He held her arms very gently and waited for an affirmation from her. She bobbed her head lightly and that's when he filled her in his arms to calm her down as well as reduce the cold for her.
He followed her to the pharmacy but made sure he made his way before her to not make it apparent that they walked together.
As soon as Mr. Harrold saw Gideon, he gulped and mended his shirt to look pleasing to the Prince's eyes.
"Prince Gideon!" he showed the full teeth smile and peeked behind him at the outside, cursing at the rain because of which he stayed late, and now he encountered the Prince himself.
"I saw the lights in your shop, why isn't this shop closed yet?" Gideon's orotund voice made Mr. Harrold wheeze in response. The fear Mr. Harrold felt in his skin could be sensed from miles away and why not, Gideon was over 6 feet 2 inches tall, with broad shoulders, and heavy built guy. Not only was his humanly physical appearance a scary sight, but his wolf form was even deadly.
"Oh! I was taking shelter from the rain, besides, Alpha King has granted me some extra hours to keep my shop open," Mr. Harrold laughed awkwardly, his lips quivering every time he opened his mouth to make a sentence.
Ophelia interrupted them as she stormed inside the shop, all soaked in rain, pretending to be taken aback by the presence of Prince Gideon.
"Oh, greetings Prince Gideon," she bent her neck down and held her hands together in front of her body very obediently.
"Why are you out young lady? Is something going on here?" Gideon couldn't help but feel bad for his Ophelia, her body was shivering due to cold.
Mr. Harrold didn't admire the tone Gideon used, it could mean Prince Gideon had some sort of weird idea about them.
"My sister is not feeling well, she could use a medicine," she inquired in a very low, sad tone, "I was just on my way to the castle to get the permit but the weather got worse," She lied while looking down at her fingers.
"No need to bother the lord at this time, you have my permission," it was extremely hard for Gideon to act like he didn't care.
Ever since he had laid his eyes on the beautiful Ophelia, he had fallen for her courage and kindness. They remind friends for some time before Gideon couldn't help but express his feelings for her.
Their love wasn't a result of some bodily lust or game of entertainment, they had first known each other, befriended each other, and then express their feelings over the years.
"Here you go," Mr. Harrold hurriedly grabbed the medicine and set it on the table, but then the despicable human inside him jumped out, "What about the money? You can't just take it and leave." The moment Ophelia was about to touch her hand with the medicine, Mr. Harrold pulled the medicine back and said in his regular mean tone.
Gideon slowly lifted his face to Mr. Harrold, who was staring at Ophelia. The anger in Gideon's veins made his eyes change color, he immediately looked down and closed his eyes angrily.
How dare this low-life Peasant taunt his girl?
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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."