
FATED TO THE ALPHA I HATE
"Get up", I told myself "Get up or die here".
Rejected by her mate, Elara is marked as wolfless and left to die under the Blood Moon.
She was never meant to survive the rejection but the Moon Goddess had other plans.
When an enemy Alpha claims her protection, forbidden desire ignites, and a buried prophecy awakens. The girl everyone despised becomes the one the Moon fears most.
But power always comes at a cost.
With betrayal closing in and the Moon Goddess demanding her submission, she must choose between love and destiny.
Even if it means becoming the villain of every pack.
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Chapter 1
Elara Pov
"You look beautiful, sister," Celestia said from the doorway.
I did not turn around because I knew what I would see. My twin stood there with her golden hair cascading down her back and her honey brown eyes gleaming with something that looked like pity but felt like triumph. She wore a silver gown that matched mine but somehow on her it looked right while on me it felt like a costume.
"Thank you," I said.
My hands shook as I fastened the last pearl button on my sleeve. Three months of investigation and all the evidence I gathered against Father sat hidden beneath the floorboards under my bed. Lyanna's journal with her elegant handwriting detailing every dark magic transaction and every lie was wrapped in cloth and tucked between my mother's old letters. I memorized every word because I knew I could not bring the journal to the altar but once Adrian and I were bonded and I had his pack's protection I would speak and everyone would finally know what Darius Moonshadow really was.
"Are you nervous?" Celestia asked.
"A little," I said.
She laughed and it sounded like wind chimes but there was something sharp underneath. "Adrian is a good man. You are lucky he agreed to this match despite everything."
Despite everything meant to be wolfless and despite the shame I brought to our bloodline and even though our mother supposedly killed herself because she could not bear the disgrace of birthing a defective daughter. I swallowed the bitterness and smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
"I know I am lucky," I said.
"Father wanted me to check on you," Celestia said. "Make sure you understand how important today is."
"I understand," I said.
"Do you?" she asked. "Because this marriage is the only thing keeping our family's reputation intact. Adrian's pack is powerful and his bloodline is pure and when you bind yourself to him today you will finally be worth something."
I turned to look at her then and saw the way her mouth curved into a smile that did not reach her eyes.
"I said I understand," I repeated.
"Good," she said. "Father also wanted me to remind you that you represent the Moon Chosen bloodline today. Try not to embarrass us more than you already have just by existing."
She left before I could respond and I turned back to the mirror and took a deep breath. Today would change everything and not in the way Celestia or Father expected.
The temple was full of territorial Alphas and their mates and pack members from across the region. I walked down the aisle alone because Father refused to escort me and said it would be inappropriate given my status. Whispers followed me like ghosts and I kept my chin up and my eyes forward. Adrian stood at the altar in formal robes with his golden hair gleaming under the sacred moonlight streaming through the glass ceiling.
He looked at me and something flashed in his amber eyes but it was gone before I could name it.
The priestess began the ceremony and her voice echoed through the temple. "We gather under the moon's blessing to witness the union of two packs and two souls."
I barely heard her words because my heart pounded so loud it drowned everything out. This was it and once we completed the vows I would have the protection I needed and I would stand before all these Alphas and reveal what Father had done and justice would finally come for my mother.
"Alpha Adrian Silverclaw," the priestess said. "Do you accept this bond?"
Adrian opened his mouth and I waited for the words that would change everything.
"No," he said.
The temple went silent and I felt the ground tilt under my feet.
"What?" I whispered.
Adrian turned away from me and walked down the steps of the altar. He moved toward where Celestia stood in the front row and she looked just as shocked as everyone else but when he reached for her hand she gave it to him without hesitation.
"I claim Celestia Moonshadow as my chosen mate," Adrian announced.
The whispers exploded into chaos and I stood frozen at the altar while my mind tried to make sense of what just happened. This was not real and it could not be real because Adrian and I had been promised since childhood and he knew about the evidence and he knew I needed this bond to protect myself and he was supposed to choose me.
Father rose from his seat and the entire temple fell silent again. His face was cold and his eyes when they landed on me held nothing but contempt.
"I, Alpha Darius Moonshadow, disown Elara Moonshadow from this pack and this bloodline," he said.
My legs nearly gave out and I grabbed the altar to steady myself.
"Father," I said but my voice came out broken.
"You are a stain on the Moon Chosen name," he continued. "I name Celestia my heir and true daughter. You are no longer welcome in this house."
"But I did nothing wrong," I said.
"You exist," Father said. "That is wrong enough."
An Alpha in the third row stood up and I recognized him as Alpha Marcus from the eastern territories.
"This is highly irregular, Darius," Marcus said. "The girl was promised to Adrian since childhood."
"Adrian has chosen," Father said. "As is his right. My daughter failed to produce a wolf and therefore failed to uphold her end of the arrangement. The contract is void."
"She is still your blood," another Alpha said.
"She stopped being my blood the moment her mother's weakness manifested in her," Father said. "I have been patient long enough. Elara Moonshadow is no longer part of this pack."
The Alphas in the crowd murmured and some nodded in agreement while others looked uncomfortable but no one spoke against him. I looked at Adrian and he would not meet my eyes and I looked at Celestia and she was crying but she did not let go of his hand.
I ran.
My silver gown tangled around my legs as I fled the temple and tears blurred my vision as I stumbled through the pack house halls. I made it to my room and slammed the door behind me and pressed my back against it while my whole world crumbled into pieces around me.
Someone knocked and I almost did not answer but then Adrian's voice came through the door.
"Elara, please. Let me in."
I opened the door because I was stupid and desperate and I needed answers.
Adrian slipped inside and closed the door behind him. His face was pale and his hands were shaking and he looked at me with so much pain that for a second I thought maybe this was not his choice.
"Why?" I asked. "Why would you do this to me?"
"You have to run," he said. "Run far away if you want to survive."
"What are you talking about?"
"I cannot explain," he said. "Just trust me. Leave tonight and do not look back."
"No," I said. "You do not get to destroy my life and then tell me to run. Tell me why you rejected me."
"Elara, please," he said.
"Tell me," I demanded.
He turned to go and I grabbed his arm.
"Adrian, please. I do not understand. We were supposed to be bonded today. You knew how important this was. You knew I needed your protection."
He pulled away and looked at me one last time.
"I am sorry, Elara. For everything," he said. "But staying here will get you killed. Run while you still can."
"Killed by who?" I asked. "What is happening?"
"Just go," he said.
Then he was gone and I was alone again.
I sank to the floor and let the tears come because everything I planned was destroyed and everyone I trusted had turned on me and I did not know what to do. But then I remembered the journal under the floorboards and the evidence I spent three months gathering and the promise I made to my mother's memory.
Something was terribly wrong and my father was at the center of it.
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7.4
In a world ruled by dominance and desire, being an Omega is a curse, especially when you're mine.
On his eighteenth birthday, Luca wakes to a nightmare, his wolf has chosen the lowest rank of all. An Omega. The scent of submission, the mark of shame and the kind of wolf others own, use, and discard.
But Luca isn't broken, he's burning and the only one who's ever made him feel safe is Rafe, his best friend, his protector and his temptation.
Then Rafe shifts and becomes an Alpha and their wolves recognize each other, the bond between them is instant, magnetic, and utterly forbidden.
Because an Alpha claiming a Male Omega?
That's forbidden, but this Omega? He's different
Now their connection is more than a secret, It's a sin to their world, a deadly craving, slow, delicious and primal to fall into.
And when one bite can seal a bond or spark a war, how long can they resist it?
He's not supposed to want him.
But gods, he does.
And once an Alpha touches what's his... he never lets go.

8.4
Seraphina died betrayed. She perished in flames-poisoned by Darius, the fated mate she'd foolishly loved. Her childhood sweetheart, who sacrificed her only to save his mistress.
Reborn five years earlier, Seraphina vows: Never again. No more submissions. No more suffering his cruelty. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny - then she meets Kairos.
The Untamed Alpha King who loathes the mate bond after his own betrayal. Her second-chance mate - a bond that will kill her if she rejects it.
Now, caught between Kairos' relentless pursuit and Darius' desperate attempts to reclaim her, Seraphina faces an impossible choice:
Drown the world in vengeance... or risk her shattered heart on the mate who could either heal her scars or destroy her completely?

7.4
BLURB;
They told her she was born to die. They told him he was born to kill. They were both wrong.
Hazel was the perfect sacrifice: poor, powerless, and prepared for the dragon's flame. Prince Dravon was the perfect executioner: ruthless, royal, and bound by duty.
Their first glance which was a magnetic attraction changed everything.
Now, running from a kingdom that wants her blood and a brother who wants his throne, they uncover a horrific secret. The ritual is a key to unlock something ancient vorthar an ancient dragon God. The curse is a cage. And Hazel's rare bloodline containing the blood line of three realms makes her the most dangerous creature in the world the target of a priestess who wants eternal power and a dragon-god who dreams of eternal fire and freedom to rule the whole world.
To save their worlds, Hazel and Dravon must burn the old lies to the ground and forge a new legend from the ashes.

7.2
I woke up in a lavish bedroom, only to find a man built like a god of war chained to my wall, glaring at me with pure, unadulterated hatred.
A glowing apparition appeared and told me I had died in a car crash and transmigrated into the body of Elara, a tyrant Luna. Worse, the chained man was Ryker, one of my six fated mates whom the original Elara had brutally tortured.
Because of her sadistic crimes-starving them, exiling them, and sending two of them on a suicide mission-my affinity with them was at negative five hundred. The apparition delivered my terrifying death sentence.
"In three days, at the Marking Ceremony, you will be killed by your six mates."
No matter what I did-freeing Ryker, sharing my food, or lifting their brother's exile-they viewed every act of kindness as a sick, twisted trap. They were just waiting for the punchline to my cruel joke, ready to expose me and end my life.
I was just a librarian who organized book clubs and paid my taxes. Why did the Goddess throw me into this doomed vessel to pay for a psychopath's blood debts? How was I supposed to survive when the men destined to love me were actively plotting to rip my throat out?
Cornered by their righteous fury, I realized playing defense wouldn't work. I grabbed a dagger, sliced my own palm over the ceremonial stone, and swore a blood oath to bring their missing brothers home-or initiate a soul-shattering Rejection Ceremony myself.

9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.
When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.
I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.
I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.
The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?
Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?
As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.
The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."
Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.

9.7
Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.