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 7
Aiden's POV
My emotions were a storm of rage and chaos. Someone... some worthless being, had dared to hurt my woman, and for that, they would pay.
Seeing Rose cry, watching her shatter into sorrow, it tore me apart in ways I couldn't describe. I would do anything for her. Anything.
I had already mind-linked Fred, instructing him to investigate. He was dependable. If there was something to uncover, he would find it.
Now, I held Rose's trembling hand as we stepped into the grand hall together. The moment we entered, silence fell like a hammer.
My presence...my aura... commanded it.
Every head bowed. Every pair of eyes dropped. The entire room shifted into deference, all attention snapping to us.
"Who dared to conspire against Rose?" My voice cracked through the hall like thunder, reverberating against the marble and stone. The ground itself seemed to respond, trembling beneath our feet.
A wave of uneasy murmurs rippled through the room. No one met my gaze.
Rose stood beside me, her head lowered in fear. Her body shook with the weight of what she'd endured earlier. My chest ached at the sight of her like this. Fragile. Wounded.
And gods help me, I would burn this place to the ground before I let it happen again.
"Silence!" I barked, raising one hand.
The murmuring stopped instantly.
Not even the Alphas spoke, not even Jackson's father, Alpha Craig.
Then, the doors creaked open, and Fred entered. His grip was firm around a man's bound arms as he dragged him into the hall. The man stumbled, clearly dazed, his hands tied tightly behind his back.
Fred's voice rang out, unwavering. "Your Highness, I have evidence."
I scanned the hall and immediately spotted Diva near the side columns. Her eyes widened with sudden panic. Beads of sweat began to form on her brow. She fidgeted, trying to hide her reaction, but I saw it.
There was something off about her.
And I would get to the bottom of it.
Fred spoke clearly for all to hear. "After your mind-link, I began tracking any suspicious activity. I spotted this man receiving a large sum of money just outside the west wing. It caught my attention. I followed him discreetly."
He paused to let the words sink in before continuing.
"As he left the palace grounds, he looked around, cautious, checking for followers. Then, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and tossed it aside. I retrieved it and caught the scent immediately, pungent, chemical, and unnatural. That's when I knew."
Fred's eyes darkened.
"He was involved in what happened to Lady Rose. I caught up to him, knocked him out, and brought him here for questioning. He's awake now... and ready to confess."
A tense silence descended on the room, almost deafening.
The man dropped to his knees, his voice cracking as he pleaded.
"Pl-please, my lord! I. . .I didn't mean for it to happen! I swear, I wouldn't dare harm anyone. . . "
"Who sent you?" I growled, stepping forward. The anger in my voice made the chandeliers rattle above us.
The man's whole body trembled. His head remained bowed.
His next words dropped like a dagger in the room.
"It... it was Mistress Diva."
A collective gasp echoed across the hall.
"Ohhh!" Dozens of voices cried out in shock and disbelief.
All eyes turned toward Diva.
She staggered back, lips parting, her face a mixture of fear and fury.
I stepped closer, never looking away from her.
"Is this true?" I asked coldly. "Did you betray your own pack to hurt Rose?"
A furious red flushed across Diva's face at the humiliation.
"She sent her maid to tell me to make Rose faint," the man confessed, trembling. "Said it would leave her vulnerable... that she could get to you more easily. She threatened to kill my entire family if I refused." Tears welled in his eyes. "Please, Sire. Have mercy. I didn't want to do it."
Jackson opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. Something close to jealousy flickered in his expression, but right now, he wasn't my concern.
Then Alpha Craig, Jackson's father, finally stepped forward. "Sire," he said, "Diva would never hurt a fly." His voice held a sneer. "Perhaps Rose wasn't conspired against. What if this man is just making up the entire story?"
I turned to him slowly, my voice a growl. "Who gave you the right, a mere Alpha, to speak while I am speaking? Do you even know the condition in which I found her?"
Alpha Craig paled and stepped back. "S-sorry, Sire," he stammered with a bow. I didn't even spare him a glance. All I could think of was Rose, my Rose, whose head remained bowed, her hands clenched in her lap.
I gently lifted her chin. Her eyes shimmered with pain, her expression crushed. I caressed her cheek. "You will be okay," I murmured. "I'm here for you..."
Then I raised my voice, letting it thunder across the silent hall.
"Diva! Come forward."
She obeyed slowly, trying to muster confidence. Her eyes flitted to mine, attempting some pathetic attempt at seduction, but it fell flat.
"Did I give you permission to raise your head?" I snapped. "On your knees."
She dropped immediately, fidgeting, her face crumbling with fear. Her makeup began to run from sweat, streaking grotesquely down her face until she looked more monster than maiden. She looked around the hall, hoping for someone to intervene, but no one moved. Not this time.
As she knelt, something caught my eye. . .her back. That curve... it was the same silhouette I had seen that night, the night Rose almost died. The rage inside me flared.
I clenched my fists tightly. I wanted nothing more than to rip her apart.
"You know who I am, don't you?" I asked darkly.
"Y-yes, my Lord," she stammered.
"Did you have a hand in this, Diva?" I asked, barely controlling my fury. "And don't you dare lie. It won't end well for you."
Her eyes darted in panic. The sweat continued to pour, and with it, her confidence melted away.
"Y-yes, my Lord," she finally confessed, her voice barely a whisper.
A gasp erupted from the crowd.
Diva lowered her head in shame, too humiliated to speak.
Behind me, Rose let out a quiet sob. Tears slid down her cheeks, unstoppable. My heart shattered at the sight. I wiped her face gently and gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze.
Then I turned to Alpha Craig.
"Is this how you treat your own in this Pack?" I asked coldly. "That day in the woods, I caught a glimpse of Diva fleeing after nearly killing Rose."
Diva flinched violently. Her eyes widened in horror, she hadn't expected to be seen.
"She is a demon," someone muttered from the crowd.
"Evil."
"She doesn't deserve to be here."
The curses spread like wildfire. It satisfied something primal in me to watch her suffer in the same hall where she tried to destroy my mate.
"Rose was unconscious for two whole weeks," I continued, my voice thick with emotion. "If Fred and I hadn't found her in time, she'd be dead now. And even when she woke up, she didn't think of herself, she rushed to the palace to help prepare for my coronation."
I turned my gaze to the room. "Rose is selfless. Kind and loyal. And yet none of you cared. No one stood up for her."
"Please. . ." Alpha Craig tried to speak again.
"Not another word!" I barked. "It's obvious that if Rose stays in this Pack, it will kill her. So I have made my decision."
I turned to her.
"I'm taking her with me. Back to my Pack. Where she will be protected, cherished, and safe."
She blinked, stunned. Her lips parted, eyes wide, and tears still clinging to her lashes.
"Yes," I said again, more gently. "I will."
"No, you won't!" Jackson's voice rang out behind me, defiant and loud. The audacity!
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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.