His mate, my Doom
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When Lucien Blackthorn ended his exile and returned to the Cold Ridge pack, he returned to clear his name.
And to take revenge on Corrigan Price.
And what better revenge was there than making her his mistress?
Corrigan didn't regret anything more than she regretted having to betray Lucien and his coming back only helped to enforce that feeling. When she became his mistress, she swore he would never have her heart.
As Lucien and Corrigan struggle with their inner conflicts, they also have to fight against external factors trying to pull them apart. Will they be able to embrace their love against all odds?
His mate, my Doom Chapter 1
Corrigan's POV
"I, Corrigan Price, hereby reject you, Lucien Blackthorn as my mate."
I wake up suddenly from my dream, gasping. My palm finds my chest, trying to calm the heavy thudding. I kick off the sheets on my bed and stand, pacing the floor of my bedroom. It's dark but I don't mind. The dark is the last thing on my mind.
It's been three years since I rejected Lucien. Three years since I had watched him get exiled from the pack. Two years since I had stopped having dreams about him. Why is he back in my head now? I bite my lip, running my hands through my hair. Would he come back? Like he'd sworn to?
For your sake, I hope I die in exile because the day I return you will pay.
I shudder, trying to block out the thoughts of Lucien. It wasn't easy.
"Your wedding is tomorrow, Corrigan," I tell myself and I wince. I am engaged to Dante, the Alpha of the Black Crest pack. My pack. Tomorrow we seal the engagement. I try to be grateful.
I'm becoming Luna. But all I can feel is dread. Nobody knows Dante as I do. Or knows the things he's capable of.
I lie on the cool bed, closing my eyes to sleep and I begin to drift off.
I hear a soft voice in my head, it's almost imaginary...
I'm back, pet.
3 years ago
"Smile, darling. You look like a corpse." I heard Mum say through her teeth. I tried to widen my smile, forcing myself not to think of just how boring the entire thing was.
The Full Moon fete was a long, week-long celebration of the full moon and as the daughter of the beta of the pack, it was something of a duty of mine to be there the whole time, helping in preparations, celebrations, and participating in everything. But when you had participated and helped and celebrated for eighteen years, everything seemed to bore you.
I watched the dancing and the music from the platform I stood on, alongside my parents and the other members of the pack house.
Dante, the present alpha, sat beside his Luna, Anneliese in front of us. She was a year or two older than me and pleasant enough, without a single personal thought of her own.
I suppose this was why Dante liked her. He likes women he can control and command. Smart-or not in this case, not smart at all-but not smarter than he was, never opposing him out challenging him, or confronting him when rumors began of his involvement-to put it mildly-with many other women. She was pretty to look at, with her blonde hair and baby-blue eyes.
I looked away from Anneliese to catch Dante staring at me, a speculative expression on his face. I shudder and look away.
He's handsome. In a plastic, soft-boy Ken doll type of way. I didn't have a type. I was more than content to wait for whoever the moon goddess had chosen for me. I have seen a lot of the other members of the pack live happily and never fall in love with their mates, so why should I be any different?
I look up to the full moon and close my eyes. When will I meet him, moon goddess? May he please be handsome. And kind...I'd love him but please let him be handsome. It would make it easier.
I open my eyes to catch my mum glaring at me. "Falling asleep during the ceremony, Corrigan."
I blushed. "I wasn't falling asleep. I need a bit of fresh air."
I stood up before she could object and hurried out of the pack house. I shook my hair free of its hairstyle and let it fall down my shoulders in dark red waves. I like the woods behind the pack house. It seems like a location straight out of a horror movie to some but to me, it's a sort of haven. In the full moon and underneath the stars, it looks beautiful.
I know I shouldn't be so worried about finding my mate now. I shifted first only a few months ago. But I'm worried. What if I become one of those she-wolves to Nate in their thirties? Or what if I never meet my mate? Or what if I don't have one? What if I end up like one of those she-wolves Dante plays around with?
My wolf, Crystal, becomes restless. It feels like she's scraping at the surface, urging me.
Run.
I look around. "Run where?"
Run.
I let the adrenaline course through me and I begin to run, my feet beating against the earth and the twigs and the fallen leaves.
Urged by Crystal, I race through the forest, almost laughing out loud at the feeling of exhilaration coursing through me. I scale trees, going higher, from one tree to another.
When Crystal finally settles, I slow down, leaning against a tree and taking deep breaths.
My heartbeat slows and normalizes and I look around.
A short distance away, almost half a mile away, there was a river. Someone was standing in the river. A male, naked someone...
Gasping, I hid behind a shrub. Crystal had chosen a nice place to calm down, I thought sarcastically. Just in front of someone who was taking a bath in the lake. He had a very strong back. Muscular and toned.
The beauty of his back was further highlighted by the moon, making him appear dark and mysterious. Unbidden, my gaze trailed downwards from his back to his hands on a pair of male buttocks.
I've lived an extremely sheltered life, courtesy of my mum, so this was a new experience, looking at a man's behind. It wasn't an entirely bad experience...
"Don't. Move." I heard him call out. "If you run, I will chase you. And whether or not I put on any clothes is anyone's guess."
I gasped, straightening and turning to run. I couldn't let anyone find out I had acted like a pervert, ogling a male in the pack while he was naked. My father prized reputation. A lot. I ran as fast as I could, trying not to shift.
It would be extremely painful.
I would rip this dress into pieces
I would have to explain to Mum why a dress she had imported from Italian designers was
ruined and
I would have to...
I felt a hand circle my neck and back me up against a tree with a heavy thud.
"You're quite slow." I heard a voice drawl. "And for someone who wants to hide in the forest you run with the force of an elephant."
I didn't have to look down at him to realize he had no clothes on. He had kept his promise. He hadn't put on any clothes. I looked up at his face. He had dark hair. Black. His eyes were gray and empty, devoid of emotion. I suck in a breath, waiting for it to be over.
He watched me closely, as though trying to examine me. I shifted uncomfortably.
"That...what just happened was an honest mistake."
"Of course." He smiled sardonically.
"And I didn't mean to..." I swallowed.
"See me naked?" He completed, obviously enjoying my embarrassment.
I felt my face heat. "Do you mind taking your hand off my neck?" I asked, faking a smile.
"So fucking polite." He murmured. "You're the beta's daughter. Right? Corinne?"
"Corrigan." I corrected him. "And that is all the more reason why you should take your hands off me."
He was a warrior of the pack. He didn't seem like the gamma or even a visitor in the pack. I lifted my chin.
"Now," I added.
His fingers grazed my chin and my cheek. It seemed like a bit too soft a caress for someone like him. It was exciting to be touched like this. I felt Crystal become more restless and agitated. The pad of his thumb brushed my lower lip and I felt a shiver course through me. My eyes drifted closed.
"Corrigan." He whispered, good breath mingling with mine.
His lips brushed mine slowly like they were exploring. They returned more forcefully this time, urging mine apart and brushing his tongue against mine. I moaned, angling my head.
He seemed to snap out first, breaking the kiss first and leaning back, his fingers loosening around my throat. I stared up at him, my mind still hazy from the kiss. He stepped back, one step after the other,
turned, leaping into the trees and away. I let go of a breath I didn't know I had been holding and leaned back against the tree.
My fingers brushed the healing bruise on my neck from his fingers and I groaned. I had to get back.
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His mate, my Doom of Contents
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7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
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.
7.9
He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated."
"You're not?"
"No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you." His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night."
***
Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember.
He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits.
Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her.
She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything.
Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue.
His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection.
With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions.
**Dual POV, friends-to-lovers, Alpha, mates, 18+**
9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
8.0
Elva used a spare key card to quietly enter the hotel penthouse, only to find her boyfriend of two years panting heavily on the king-sized bed with her own cousin.
Instead of showing remorse, her cousin shamelessly mocked her background, while her ex aggressively lunged at her to destroy the photographic evidence she had just captured.
"You think you can just walk away? Warren already made the deal. By next week, you're being shipped off to marry that fifty-two-year-old crippled freak from the Ramirez family!"
Her ex spat the words to threaten her, and the nightmare only escalated when Elva returned to her uncle's estate, where Warren confirmed he was indeed selling her off for a business connection.
Her family eagerly joined the abuse, threatening to permanently freeze her late mother's trust fund and even plotting to secretly drug her morning milk so she couldn't fight back when the groom's family arrived.
They looked at her like a pathetic, orphaned burden they could bleed dry, fully expecting her to drop to her knees, cry, and accept her miserable fate without a single word of defiance.
But they had no idea that just hours ago, Elva had already signed a marriage certificate with Bronson Ramirez, the undisputed billionaire king of the dynasty, and she was stepping into the living room ready to watch their greedy world burn.
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
