Hunted By My Fated Mate
To save Rocky, I ventured into the Poisoned Forest, searching for rare herbs. My knowledge of healing was limited, so I relied on the old method—tasting the plants to identify their properties. The first leaf I chewed sent a searing heat through my abdomen. Damn it, it was the mate-bond enhancing plant! The lore said the antidote would be within three steps. I scanned the area and spotted a man lying unconscious in the undergrowth. His sharp features were striking, his black jacket contrasting against his pale skin. My instincts took over as I approached him, my body trembling with need. But I had to be respectful. Before acting, I leaned down and asked, "Sir, can you help me neutralize this?" He didn’t respond, his eyes closed, but his silence felt like consent.
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Chapter 8
The next morning, I worked on the medicinal patches with dark circles under my eyes.
Rocky walked in and headed straight for me.
“Lennox, where were you last night?”
I immediately raised my hands in surrender. “I went back to my room and slept till morning! I definitely didn’t do anything wrong!”
He scoffed. “Why so defensive? It’s like you’ve got a guilty conscience. Last night… did you get my message?”
Thinking of the protective scent Gemma had received, I swallowed the bitterness and forced a bright smile. “I did. Congratulations to you both—”
Before I could finish, Nelson burst in, his face pale with panic.
“Oh, Moon Goddess above! Last night! Last night someone attacked Alpha Ryan! We’re all in danger now!
“He’s coming for us.”
It turned out that Ryan had woken up early this morning to find himself in his undershirt.
His hands were bound, his body aching all over.
His knees were especially sore.
When he looked in the mirror, his face was smeared with lipstick and rouge, his lips swollen.
Without a word, he’d destroyed the room he’d been in.
Now, Ryan was on the hunt for the culprit.
Rocky frowned in confusion. “We’ve been minding our own business here, waking up every day just to make medicine. Who would dare do something like this?”
He glanced at me with a teasing grin.
“Though, you sleep like a log. Even if the world was ending, you wouldn’t wake up.”
But my world *had* ended.
I suddenly remembered that the rope I’d used to tie him up last night was my own belt.
But it had Rocky’s scent all over it.
“Who’s Rocky?”
Ryan’s voice was cold as he vaulted over the wall, landing firmly in the courtyard.
His face was red and irritated from scrubbing, his eyes bloodshot.
I pointed at Rocky. “Him!”
Rocky: “What?”
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
7.6
CRIMSON BONDS
7.6
Aster spent years trying to forget the boy who shattered her. Lysander Arion was her first love, her first wound, and the prince whose choices left her heart bruised and burning long after he disappeared from her life. She swore she would never forgive him, never trust him, never let his name touch her lips again. But fate is cruel, and the ancient Blood Crown is even crueler. When Aster is chosen as the only soul compatible with the dying magic of the royal bloodline, she is forced into a marriage with Lysander, a union sealed by prophecy and a bond that sinks its claws straight into her heart. Suddenly she is trapped in a castle filled with enemies who want her gone, a kingdom that whispers she is unworthy, and a husband who looks at her with hunger and regret tangled together in every lingering glance. Lysander claims he wants redemption. He claims he never stopped loving her. He claims the crown needs her more than he does, yet the way he touches her tells another story entirely. His possessiveness coils around her like velvet and chains, tempting her to forget every reason she once had to hate him. Every heated argument drags them closer. Every forbidden moment melts into something neither of them is strong enough to fight. But shadows move beneath the throne, secrets stir in the halls at night, and the power growing inside Aster may be the reason the kingdom is falling apart. As her enemies circle and Lysander tightens his grip on both the crown and her heart, Aster begins to wonder what is more dangerous. The prophecy that binds them, or the prince who whispers that she was always meant to be his.
9.3
I, Yuki Charles, was drugged by Father and delivered to his sworn brother Jason's bed to secure an investment for his bastard daughter Annie. Jason rejected me, calling me a cur, and Father tossed me into Silverwood Asylum, where I endured horrific torture. When dying, I made a pact with a demon, rebirthed as a rabid she-wolf. Returning, I faced Jason, Annie, and Father's scorn. I unleashed vengeance: breaking Annie's nose, crippling the stepmother, torturing them all.
8.2
“This game of yours is barbaric. How dare you make me play it?”
Her anger boiled over again as she realized that it was his own fault because she was sore, tired, and bleeding. She could have died if not for that son of a bitch.
“You'd better pull your finger out, Karenina, and talk to me in a more ladylike manner,” Xavier warned.
She lowered her hand, but she wouldn't back down. What he had done was beyond unacceptable.
“Why did you leave me to fight those werewolves if all that senseless bloodshed was to find a mate? I'm a hybrid, half-wolf! Obviously I shouldn't be there,” she said furiously.
“I have my reasons,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Damn it!” she clutched his fur again to vent her frustration.
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Karenina Mason, a headstrong and independent young woman, is not just an ordinary human-she is a rare hybrid with a powerful lineage. Unknowingly, she becomes entangled in a perilous game of political intrigue, where the coveted prize is to become the mate of the enigmatic and all-powerful Alpha of Westwood. Karenina resists this unwanted destiny, but fate seems insistent on thrusting her into this union.
In her vulnerable state, Karenina finds herself surrounded by adversaries, and her once-trusted friends remain beyond her reach. Forced to rely on Xavier Westwood, a mysterious and captivating figure with his own hidden agenda, Karenina is drawn into a world of danger and desire. As they navigate the treacherous path together, an intense attraction grows between them, unraveling long-concealed secrets that should have remained locked away-secrets that may unleash powers too volatile to control.
8.6
Five years ago, Alpha Layton Ortiz injured his legs trying to protect me from rogue werewolves. Because of his disability, he never got the opportunity to fully lead the Silver Moon Pack as he was meant to. Despite everyone blaming me for his injury, he stood by my side, insisting it was his own decision. To find a cure for his legs, I donated a substantial amount of blood every three months. Unexpectedly, my werewolf healing abilities allowed me to recover faster than expected, and I woke up earlier than anticipated. That was when I accidentally overheard him speaking with the pack’s Healer. "Luna Gloria's frequent blood donations are seriously affecting her health," the Healer said, his voice low but urgent. "And you know it was Rayne who intentionally exposed Luna Gloria's location to the rogues, leading to her parents' deaths in that tragedy."
Alpha Layton took a drag on his cigarette before replying, his voice as cold as the winter wind, "Rayne's infected with an unidentified virus. If she doesn’t undergo a full-body transfusion, she’ll lapse into a coma again. I plan to compensate her with wealth and status for the rest of her life, but love—that’s not included."
"This must remain a secret from Luna Gloria," he added, his words slicing through me like a blade.
8.0
The wind whipped my hair across my face as I stood on the highest balcony of the Black Moon Pack house, three moons after they declared my mate dead. My hands gripped the cold stone railing, the world below a blur of autumn colors. One more step. One more breath. Then it would all be over—the suffocating grief, the hollow ache in my chest where the mate bond used to pulse, the whispers of the pack that followed me like shadows. I leaned forward, my toes curling over the edge. The ground seemed to call to me, promising an end to the nightmare. My fingers loosened on the railing. Then my phone buzzed. I ignored it.