Marked by fate
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"I, Alpha Jackson Caesar of the Black moon Pack, reject you as my mate!"
Rose, a poor and humble slave, enters into a world of power, betrayal and forbidden love.
Her life takes a drastic turn when she's saved by the feared yet kind Lycan Prince Aiden, her second chance mate. As their love gets stronger, jealousy and lies threaten to destroy them. Poisoned, kidnapped, almost killed. She unveils shocking truths. She is the long lost daughter of an Alpha and the rightful heir to a very powerful Pack. With enemies exposed, and love prevailing, Rose rises from a servant to a Luna, uniting two great Packs and reclaiming her destiny. But there's always a price to pay. Rose must fight to protect everything she loves.
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Chapter 2
Diva's POV
I was just a few steps from Jackson's room when I saw that good-for-nothing slave, Rose, bolt out in an agitated state, sweat clinging to her skin, her eyes wide with panic. Did her wolf catch my scent and alert her that I was coming?
I clenched my fists tightly, my teeth grinding together as my chest rose and fell rapidly. "How dare she?" I was fuming. What the hell was she doing in his room?
I hated her the moment she stepped foot into the palace. There was something off about her. The fact that she was an omega, and an orphan, made me loathe her even more.
I would've gone after her right then and crushed her bones if I hadn't come to see Jackson about our wedding plans. She was lucky I didn't catch her in there.
It better not be what I'm thinking... If it is, she'll beg for death, and not find it.
"That slave better not test my patience," I snarled under my breath.
Storming into Jackson's room, I found him slumped on his couch, raking a hand through his hair, his foot tapping restlessly. Broken glass littered the floor, juice spilled across the tiles, and a heavy silence hung in the air like a curse.
There, another maid lay unconscious on the floor.
Jackson wasn't wearing a shirt. Not even a singlet. Just his pants. His bare chest on display, lean and sinful. My entire body vibrated with fury. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I needed answers to this madness.
"What in the hell is going on here?" I demanded, my voice ragged and sharp.
I expected him to be apologetic, to explain what had happened. I was his betrothed, the daughter of his father's Beta. Instead, he glared at me coldly, saying nothing. Still locked in that same distant trance.
"I said, what is going on?!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls, loud enough to wake the unconscious maid. She stirred, moaning as she tried to open her eyes.
My stilettos clicked sharply against the tiles as I marched toward her. I grabbed her by the collar and smacked her pale cheek. Whack!
She blinked rapidly, jolting back to life.
"Speak! Why are you here?"
She stuttered, refusing to meet my gaze. Of course she wouldn't, she'd die if she dared.
"I... I was... it..."
"Talk to me!!" I snapped, my patience snapping with it. Rage surged through me, untamed and ravenous.
"Let her go," Jackson said hoarsely, finally speaking after a long silence.
"No! I. . ."
"I SAID LET HER GO!" he shouted, making me flinch.
The maid didn't waste a second, she scrambled up and fled the room like her life depended on it.
I exhaled heavily, exasperated.
"What did you come here for? What's the matter?" Jackson asked, visibly annoyed.
"If anyone should be asking questions, it's me," I barked, raising my voice.
"Hey, keep it down," he warned, pointing a finger at me.
I ignored him. "What were you doing with that slave? Why was she unconscious?"
"That's none of your business, Diva."
I didn't care about the unconscious maid. My concern was Rose, and why she had been in such a disheveled state when she left. That girl must've tried to use her charm on Jackson.
"And why did Rose leave your room drenched in sweat, panting like that?" I demanded.
His face paled, eyes darting anxiously as he wrung his hands. Silent.
Something was definitely going on. And I would find out.
"Cat got your tongue?" I taunted, watching him squirm. He didn't reply, but I'd made up my mind. That wretched slave, Rose, was going to pay for trying to get close to my man, my future mate.
I straightened, reminding myself why I came here in the first place. I wouldn't let that fool ruin my mood. Soon, I'd be the Luna of this great Pack. I would have power, enough to do whatever I pleased. But for now, I had to play it smart.
I moved closer, pecked Jackson on the cheek, and ran my fingers through his beard, trying to distract him. "I came to talk about our wedding," I purred.
He scoffed. "I'm not in the mood for that right now."
I almost slapped him for that dismissive response, but I forced myself to calm down. I had to act like the Luna I was about to become, and respect his position. For now.
"Okay, babe. I'm sorry about earlier," I said sweetly, my voice turning coy. "I only reacted that way because I love you." I trailed kisses across his face, my hands caressing his biceps. Gods, he was so tempting. I could do this all day.
"I want to be alone, Diva," he said firmly.
"But our wedding is in. . ."
"I said, get out!" he snapped.
Furious, I spun around and slammed the door behind me as I left.
"Argh!" I growled, hurling a nearby vase against the wall. It shattered in a burst of porcelain and petals.
A devious smile crept across my lips.
"I'll make Rose pay for this."
Jackson's POV
I needed to clear my head, that's why I sent Diva out. She was suffocating me. Her presence, her voice, her entitlement, it was all too much. And my wolf wasn't helping either, pacing and growling with frustration at the rejection. He was unsettled, conflicted. So was I.
Thoughts swirled in my mind like a storm, overwhelming and unrelenting.
"How could a slave be mated to an Alpha like me?" I muttered to myself, the words barely audible.
I had waited for years to find my mate, always imagining she'd be a strong Alpha or at the very least, a fierce Beta she-wolf, someone who matched my rank, my power, and my legacy. In the meantime, I'd gotten betrothed to Diva. She was a Beta, powerful and well-bred, and we had known each other since childhood. It made sense. She was the logical choice. The honorable choice.
But then the Moon Goddess had the audacity to mate me... to her?
A slave?
She must have made a mistake.
And yet... I couldn't deny her beauty. That cherry-red hair, those striking hazel eyes, the fullness of her red lips, her body was sinfully shaped, impossible to ignore. I had never seen a she-wolf so mesmerizing. Not even Diva came close.
Maybe... maybe I should've had just one night with her before rejecting her.
A mistress. That wouldn't be so bad, right? Keep her hidden, indulge in what I craved, and still marry Diva to maintain my status. But even that thought made my ego ache.
What would people say?
I'd be the laughingstock of the entire pack. No one would ever take me seriously again if they found out I was mated to a lowborn omega, an orphaned slave.
No way.
I shook my head, trying to banish the lingering image of her face, the way her eyes looked at me, full of confusion, pain, and something else I didn't want to name.
I gave her a piece of my mind earlier, and I meant every word. She doesn't belong by my side. She never will.
She's a lowlife.
I can't marry her.
Never.
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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.
7.4
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.
8.3
EDEN
8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
9.7
No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth... He would always find me.
Knock. Knock.
I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest.
Just as I was saying... He had already found me.
But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist.
I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate.
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TRIGGER WARNING!
This is a dark, taboo romance containing graphic themes, possessive men, hate-fueled sex, psychological intensity, emotional torment, and taboo that will wreck your morals. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Read only if you're ready to fall for monsters.
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Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they used to live.
But all her hopes and expectations were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men.
Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, Saint, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his best friend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her – Eve.
All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life.
Saint burns with obsession. Kyrie aches with desire. And both men aren't willing to share.
How far can she run? And how much blood are they willing to shed, just to stake their individual claim on her?
7.9
The rain was a solid sheet of gray as the black SUV rammed into my car, sending me spiraling over the guardrail. As the glass shattered and the world turned upside down, a searing pain ripped through my chest before everything went cold and dark.
I didn’t stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan.
I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room.
"To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich."
The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson—the cold, masked husband I’d spent three years fearing—collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood.
"I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away."
He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder.
I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram’s arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023—exactly one year before the crash.
I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground.
8.3
I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison.
My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident".
On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Benito’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."
It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.
At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"
I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."
This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated.
I will tear off their masks and burn the Stafford family to the ground.
By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me—including him, the one hiding in the shadows.