His Rejected Mate, His Obsession
Waking up naked between two strangers wasn't part of Kiara's engagement celebration. Neither was being rejected by her fated mate, disowned by her family, and stabbed by her only sister.
Six years later, she's survived. Rebuilt. Moved on.
Then Chase Knight walks back into her life, and the mate bond that should've died? It's very much alive. He still makes her feel things she thought died years ago.
There's just one problem: he's engaged to Kylie and Kiara has a secret she'd rather die than let any one of them find out about.
And Chase? He's about to find out that the woman he rejected six years ago is the only one he's ever really wanted.
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Chapter 5
Kiara.
The second Chase walked out of the shop, I could finally breathe. Relief flooded me like I'd been holding my lungs hostage.
I clutched Billy closer to my chest. My hands were still shaking. I bent down and kissed the side of his forehead. "Billy, you-"
But I didn't even get the words out, because the door opened again.
Chase.
He came back.
My heart jumped. No, it didn't jump. It actually thrashed.
Why? Why was he back? Did he figure it out? Did he suspect something? Did he see it? Did he see him?
"Mommy!" Billy called again, innocent and loud, completely unaware of how everything inside me was unraveling.
He clung to my waist, and I held him tighter. So tight I was scared I'd break him, but I didn't care. I couldn't let him go. Not now.
I looked up to see that Chase was staring at me.
And that scowl on his face, Goddess.
I was about to say something, anything, but then Erica showed up.
Of course. She always had to show up at the worst moments.
And then she started yelling. Something about bringing Billy again. Something about rules.
But I didn't hear any of it.
Not a single word.
All I could focus on was Chase.
His eyes. His expression.
Was he piecing it together? Did he notice the eyes? The nose? The energy? Did he feel it?
Would he take Billy from me? Could he? Would he fight me for him?
Erica stopped yelling eventually as her words disappeared into whatever void they came from.
Then Chase said, "Seems like you've moved on fine with your life."
The way he said it was like a knife. Not loud. Not angry. Just cold.
Like it was true. Like I'd forgotten him.
Like I'd built a new life without him and didn't care anymore.
I blinked. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I didn't know what he meant. I didn't know what he wanted from me.
He didn't say anything else.
He just turned and walked away again.
And my knees nearly buckled.
I pulled Billy closer, tighter, like the pain of my grip would anchor me back into the present. He was the reason I was still alive.
Six years.
He was the only thing that had kept me standing all this time.
If anyone tried to take him away from me...
No.
No, I wouldn't survive that.
"Mom, are you okay?"
His voice was small. Gentle.
I looked at him and nodded fast. "Yes, baby. Mommy's fine. Mommy just... missed you a lot today."
It was a lie. But I said it anyway.
I stared into his eyes, Chase's eyes.
So much of him was there.
But Billy was mine.
Mine and no one else's.
And I would never, ever be separated from him. Not even by death.
Erica stormed out again, mouth already twisted in a frown.
She didn't need a reason to be angry.
"Did he leave already?" she snapped.
I knew who she meant.
I nodded quietly.
She narrowed her eyes at me, then let her gaze drop to Billy.
"Of course. You must've done something. You always ruin everything," she hissed. "And seriously, why bring him here again?! You and your son are always causing trouble!"
I usually let it slide.
All her insults. All her hate.
But this time? No.
Not Billy. She does not get to say that about my son.
So I opened my mouth, ready to bite but Billy beat me to it.
"Don't yell at my mommy!"
He stepped in front of me. Tiny and angry and fierce in that innocent way only kids could be.
"She didn't know I was coming! I came by myself! It's not her fault. Please don't be mad at her."
His voice cracked near the end. But he held his ground.
I froze and so did Erica.
She stared at him, rolled her eyes like the witch she was, and walked away.
Again.
Coward.
I knelt and wrapped Billy in my arms, holding him to my chest like a shield.
I took a deep breath.
Chase was gone.
And I prayed I wouldn't have to see him again.
Please, just let this be a one-time thing.
Let him stay gone.
...
That night, I was putting Billy to bed when Chavez came home.
My cousin.
The only person who'd never turned his back on me.
He stood in the doorway and didn't say anything until Billy was fast asleep. Then he nodded his head for me to come out.
I followed him into the small kitchen. The overhead light flickered like it always did.
"Summer told me you didn't seem okay when you got back with Billy today."
He didn't waste time.
"You alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine."
As long as my son was safe, I'd always be fine. That was the rule I lived by now.
"Are you sure?" he asked again. "You know you can talk to me, Kiara. If something's wrong-"
I knew what he was trying to say.
I shook my head. "It's not Erica. I mean, yeah, she's still awful. But it's not her."
"She's always been a nightmare. You don't have to keep working there, you know that, right?"
I cut him off before he went further.
"I need the money. I have a kid to raise, Chavez."
He sighed and didn't argue as usual. He never did when I said that.
But he was still watching me so he saw the crack in my voice.
"So what happened?"
I didn't answer. Not at first.
But he waited.
Then finally I said it. "I ran into Chase today."
The silence that followed that name was heavy.
Chavez's whole face changed.
"What?!"
I nodded. My fingers were twitching now.
He stepped forward. "What do you mean you ran into him? Did he try anything? Did he hurt you? Did he-"
"No. He didn't. He hates me too much to even touch me. He didn't do anything. But... he saw Billy."
Chavez stilled while I went on.
"I don't think he suspects anything. I really don't. But if he ever finds out... if he ever knows the truth... I don't know what he'll do. I don't know if he'll try to take him away. And I can't... I can't let that happen. I can't lose him, Chavez. I'll die if I do."
I said it. Out loud.
And it hurt. More than I thought it would.
Chavez didn't answer right away.
Then finally, he responded. "He didn't know you were pregnant. He never even suspected. I don't think he ever will. You're fine, Kiara. He won't take Billy. He won't even come close to guessing."
I wanted to believe him.
I did.
But I couldn't stop worrying.
Billy was everything.
My beginning. My end. My whole damn life.
If I lost him, nothing would be left.
Chavez tried again. "You're not going to lose him. You won't."
I nodded slowly. "Anyway, I don't think I'll see Chase again."
And I meant it. Or maybe I was just praying out loud.
I didn't care if Erica lost her biggest client.
I just wanted peace. I just wanted my son.
I already lost everything once.
I don't think I would survive it a second time.
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7.6
I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic.
The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn.
Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me.
"I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret.
He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path.
Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse.
I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking.
What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K.
Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.
8.7
Synopsis:
She thought she could forget him by morning. She was wrong.
Catherine Moretti wanted to escape her past.
As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, her life was full of danger, lies, and control. So she ran, hoping to start over, far from the world she was born into.
But one reckless night turned her life upside down, just to find out later she's pregnant with the hot Italian stranger's baby, the one she spent the night with!
Now, she's pulled back into the mafia world, only this time, into Nico's.
She ran from one mafia king... and ended up in the arms of his enemy
However, Nico isn't the kind of man you walk away from.
And in his world, one night can turn into forever.
8.9
"Aria," He called my name so sweetly as my legs wobbled. No, no, no..I can't fall for his charms again.
"Don't touch me!" My voice betrayed me. A moan came out as Lucas drew closer to me.
"What do you think, that I will ever let you go? Never ever..." His breath fanned my face, and one more trick from him, then I'm doomed. I'm here for revenge, but he wants to ruin me.
***
Aria, the girl everyone knows as the one marked under the blood moon. She was chosen by the moon goddess years ago to bear the mark, but little did she know what her destiny was.
She was faced with so much torture from the people because they think that whoever bears that mark would cause nothing but destruction.
Aria became a threat to the kingdom. Enemies wanting to take the one who bears the mark. And the one person she trusts betrays her. Lucas, his quest for more power made him sacrifice Aria to access the throne.
Years later, war started in the kingdom, and Aria, the forbidden Luna, came back with a completely different personality, not that once sweet Aria they all knew but instead a strong and powerful Aria that no one could challenge.
Lucas regretted everything he did to Aria, but Aria no longer wanted love but revenge.
But with their mate bond activated and with nothing but revenge in her heart leading the kingdom to doom, Lucas must choose either to surrender to the mate he once betrayed or lose his world to the wrath of the Luna he forgot.
7.3
The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed.
She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window.
She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window.
She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head.
She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her.
She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?"
A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint.
"Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase."
His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck.
His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself.
"Now you must be punished, princess."
In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her.
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.
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."