Dump the Alpha, Mated to the King
The Moon Goddess gave them a bond-Adrian gave his heart to someone else.
For three years, Luna Mira has lived in the shadow of her trauma, clinging to the comfort of an Alpha who felt like safety. until a grieving widow arrives and exposes the truth. While Mira struggles to heal, Adrian risks everything for another woman, showering her with the affection and gifts meant for his wife.
After a brutal betrayal on the streets of France, Mira learns that being a mate is destiny-but being a Luna is power. If Adrian won't choose her, she'll choose herself. and the most dangerous Lycan King in the world may already be waiting to claim what Adrian foolishly threw away.
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Chapter 6
Mira left the Alpha King's office with her chin raised, her shoulders squared, and determination burning through her veins.
The sound of their retreating footsteps echoed through the corridor, but the sound barely reached Mira's ears.
The only thing she could hear was the sound of her own heart racing.
What had happened in there?
Her thoughts reeled, replaying the moment King Evren's hand had closed around her throat.
She'd felt fear at first, felt panic surge, felt pain.
But above everything, she hadn't felt one particular emotion.
Rejection.
She hadn't heard her wolf snarl, didn't feel her wolf recoil. Instead, the wolf had gone eerily still, alert in a way that unsettled her far more than fear ever could.
That shouldn't have happened.
Her wolf should've rejected the touch of another male.
Perhaps it was his authority, she reasoned. The sheer dominance of the Last Lycan overwhelming instinct itself. Power like his bent the world; it made wolves submit before they understood why.
"Yes," she whispered to herself, lost in her own thoughts. "That had to be it."
Her secretary, who walked beside Mira glanced at her, wondering if the Luna had lost her mind. He wouldn't be surprised. She had, after all, crossed the world to face the most dangerous man and not only that, she had survived. He wasn't sure if she was brave or simply foolish. But whatever it was, it stirred a reluctant admiration.
"Luna Mira."
The sound of her name pulled Mira from her thoughts. She turned to see a steward approaching her in hurried steps.
The steward bowed when he got to her, presenting something with both hands-a slim velvet box.
"This is from His Majesty," he explained. "The King hopes it will serve as... a reminder. That agreements made in his presence are not easily forgotten."
For her?
Surprise flickered in her gaze but she quickly masked it, hesitating-for just a second-before accepting it warily.
Inside the box lay a bracelet-dark metal etched with ancient runes, a single obsidian stone set at its center. It was understated, nothing like the ostentatious pieces Adrian favored. But she found herself breathless, mesmerized by the powerful piece given to her. The moment her fingers brushed it, warmth pulsed faintly against her skin.
She didn't overthink it. She fastened it around her wrist.
If the king meant it as a reminder, she would accept it as a declaration.
"Thank you," she spoke, before bidding him farewell.
"Where to next?" Her secretary asked, already knowing the answer.
"The hotel," she muttered.
***
Mira didn't waste a breath. The first thing she did was to take a picture of her new bracelet and post it.
She didn't add a caption, or explanation.
It was a simple photo of her wrist resting against white linen, the bracelet stark and unmistakable.
The reaction was immediate.
Adrian saw it less than a minute after it went live.
The moment his eyes landed on the unmistakable design-on the aura clinging to it even through a screen-unease crawled up his spine. He'd heard of her journey to see the king, but he hadn't expected her to be successful in doing so-or worse, to leave with a token.
Now he stared at her wrist through a screen, unease locking his shoulders in place. King Evren's reputation was legendary: brutal, untouchable, indiscriminately indulgent. A ruler who took what caught his interest and discarded the rest.
And right now, Mira seemed to have caught his interest.
Mira, his wife, his mate.
The mate bond stirred-sharp, insistent, warning.
He left the hotel room he shared with Ivy, not bothering to offer her an explanation.
His movement was hurried, frantic. He drove through the city like his life was at stake. His wolf growled, snarled, demanding to reclaim dominance. To reclaim his wife.
"Where is she?!" He demanded, as he barged into the hotel lobby.
Mira's secretary who had come out for some air shakily blurted out her room number.
Adrian wasted no breath.
He knocked once, twice until Mira unlocked the door.
Compared to Adrian's agitated state, Mira was calm-visibly so. Her posture was relaxed, her hair tied up in a ponytail, her body clad in a silk nightgown.
"You shouldn't be anywhere near him," Adrian snapped the moment the door shut behind him. "Do you have any idea who Evren is?"
There was no warmth, no greeting. They hadn't seen each other for days, yet all he seemed to care about was possessing her.
Mira's chest tightened but she didn't show it. She faced him calmly, too calmly.
"Hello to you too, Adrian," she greeted coolly.
"I don't have time for games Mira," he warned, taking a step closer.
Mira still didn't look fazed. She shrugged, crossing the room to sit on the bed. Her movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were the one intruding.
It made him even more agitated. His nostrils flared, a growl threatening to slip out.
He'd convinced himself she'd done it for attention, posted the picture for his attention yet here she was, acting as though she hadn't wanted this.
"I'm not playing games." She responded. "And yes, I know exactly who he is."
"He's dangerous," Adrian pressed, starting to pace. "D-did he give you the bracelet?"
He knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear it from her, to hear her say it.
Mira paused, holding his gaze. The room was silent for a minute, then she spoke.
"Yes."
Adrian growled, getting closer, his gaze locked on the piece of jewelry on her wrist.
"Take it off," he seethed when he got close enough. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off her hand. His wolf threatened to come out, to remove the property of another male from his mate.
"It was a gift, Adrian, I can't." Mira explained, standing to her feet. She'd been calm before, but now, with the threat of the bracelet being taken, her heart raced with uncertainty.
"Men like him don't give gifts without expecting something in return." He reasoned.
"Funny," she raised her chin, her eyes darkening. "You didn't seem to think that way when you bought Ivy her bracelet."
The words hit their mark.
Adrian's jaw clenched tightly. The room was plunged into another silence.
"I was wrong," Adrian said finally, his voice lower. "I should never have done that. I didn't consider how it would affect you."
The apology caught her off guard. She frowned, her breath catching.
He stepped closer. "I'm sorry, Mira. Truly. Let me make it up to you. I'll cook tonight-your favorite."
Mira's heart pounded.
"It'll be just us. The way it used to be," he pressed, his voice soft. "Just take the bracelet off. So we can go back to the way we were."
Mira hesitated. His voice, his eyes, they called to her, pulled her. The bond between them pulsed.
She glanced down at the bracelet.
"Come on baby."
Her defense faltered. This was the man she had loved. The man she had bound her life to. His words tugged at old habits, old hopes.
She reached for the bracelet.
Then his phone rang.
They both glanced at the table, where Adrian's phone lay.
Ivy's name flashed across the screen.
Adrian's expression shifted-hesitation, guilt, inevitability-and Mira felt something inside her settle into clarity. Her hand dropped back to her side.
He answered the call.
"Yes," he muttered into the phone, his eyes darting around, looking at anything but her. "I'll be there soon. Be safe."
"Mi-"
"It's okay," she cut in, unwilling to hear his excuses. "You don't have to explain anything. I understand."
He hesitated, for just a fraction of a second before turning around and leaving.
And just like that, the moment was gone.
Mira looked down at the dark bracelet on her wrist, its cool weight grounding her.
"This'll be the last time," she whispered to herself, alone in her hotel room. "This'll be the last time I'll let myself be swayed by the matebond."
It was a promise. One made from disappointment.
One she intended to keep by all means.
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7.7
Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing.
Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.
8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
7.1
I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back.
But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck.
He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain.
This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death.
"Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears."
The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her?
I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.
7.4
Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery.
Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets.
The question is: Are they really human or vampires?
This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust.
In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery.
Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts.
At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long.
Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities.
The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled.
Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn.
His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side.
I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.
7.7
I trusted the wrong people in my past life.
My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die.
But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me.
In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were.
Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me?
Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished.
I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt.
When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder.
"Please don't kill me, Scarlett!"
This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go.