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 8
Aiden's Pov
"You can't take her with you! She's a weak, worthless omega, a slave. What good will she be to you, aside from being a burden?" Jackson snapped, making my blood boil. I wanted to break every bone in his arrogant body.
I stepped forward, voice like ice. "I never asked for your opinion." Stepping forward, I continued. "She's coming with me. And you'll address her by her name. Rose."
The glare he threw at me could've cut steel, but I didn't flinch.
"P-Please..." Rose's voice trembled, barely audible.
"Please take me away. I don't want to stay here."
Her fingers twisted together anxiously, her frame shaking with fear.
"Sire, I apologize on behalf of my son," Alpha Craig said quickly, stepping in and clasping his hands together, obviously embarrassed. "He must be... confused.."
"But Father-" Jackson began bristling.
"Silence!" Alpha Craig roared, cutting Jackson off mid-sentence. "Have you lost all sense of decency? Where are your manners, Jackson?"
Watching Jackson get put in his place was satisfying,but the bastard wasn't done.
"She still belongs to the Black Moon Pack," he growled. "This is her home. She stays."
"But I don't want to stay!" Rose cried, voice breaking. "You rejected me as your mate. You hit me. Please... just let me go."
Gasps erupted from the crowd. Whispers buzzed through the room like flies. "She was his mate?" "The moon goddess sure has a way of playing games
Jackson sneered. "Do you even know what life will be like for you in his Pack?"
Rose lifted her chin, defiant now. "Better than being tortured every day in this one. I'd rather die than stay here another minute."
The words landed like a slap. Jackson froze, stunned by her courage.
My fury ignited. I stepped forward, my voice booming like thunder. "Is this how you run your Pack? Beating and rejecting your own mate like she's trash?" I pointed a finger in his face, fury attached into every word. "You're not just a disgrace to Alphas, you're a disgrace to werewolves."
Alpha Craig's voice rang out behind me. "You rejected her, Jackson. Because she's an omega. Because she was a slave. So why are you trying to control her now? Step. Down."
Jackson's eyes glowed red. His fists trembled at his sides, veins bulging. But he didn't move. He couldn't touch me, a Lycan, and he knew it.
Alpha Craig turned to me again, hands raised in peace. "Sire, let's resolve this calmly. No need to escalate things further."
I studied him for a moment, narrowing my eyes, then nodded. "Fine. But before I leave, Diva must face justice."
Diva's head snapped up, face pale. "W-What?" she stammered, lips trembling.
"I agree completely" Alpha Craig voiced out immediately, eager to please me. "She should be punished. Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Handle it? Did he think I was bluffing?
"No, Alpha Craig. I'll be there myself. She gets no mercy."
He coughed nervously. "Of course, Sire. What punishment do you propose?"
All eyes shifted to Diva. She stood frozen, head bowed in dread. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Jackson didn't even lift a finger to defend her.
"Rose," I said gently. "What punishment do you think she deserves?"
"I... I don't know, Sire." She lowered her gaze.
"Then I'll decide." I straightened. "Diva will be locked in the dark dungeon for seven days. No food. No water. No light. And no one is to release her unless they want to answer to me personally."
The room went silent. Then, one by one, everyone bowed their heads in unison.
Justice was served for now.
Diva shrieked as the guards seized her, letting out a piercing scream. "No! Please! You can't do this to me!" She kicked, fought, tried to free herself.
"J-Jackson! Help me! Please!" she sobbed, her face twisted in panic.
But Jackson turned his back, arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched. He didn't say a word. His silence clearly meant she was on her own.
Whispers rippled through the crowd,shock, fear, disbelief. The Beta's daughter. Their future Luna. Dragged away like a common criminal to the dungeon. Some watched with pity. Others with silent approval.
I never enjoyed causing pain, but I couldn't ignore injustice. Diva had crossed the line. She had to pay.
Rose buried her face in my chest. I held her close, stroking her hair gently. Her scent calmed me in ways I couldn't explain. It was soft, soothing and addictive. I wanted to keep her like that forever, safe, warm, mine.
Jackson's glare burned through me like a curse, but I didn't care. Every gentle touch I gave Rose was a dagger to his pride. I had what he threw away.
I turned to the man tied up near the corner of the hall.
"Release him," I ordered. "He's innocent." Fred nodded and quickly untied the rope.
I walked over, grabbing the man's head and forcing him to meet my eyes. "Next time, report if you're being blackmailed. Don't involve yourself in filth."
I let go. He stumbled back and fell to the floor.
He nodded rapidly, "T-Thank you, my Lord!" he scrambled up and bolted out of the hall.
Jackson stormed out too, his guards trailing behind. The ceremony dissolved into quiet murmurs as the crowd dispersed.
Rose and I remained. She looked up, her voice soft. "I need to get my belongings."
"There's no need, love," I said. "You won't need anything from this place ever again."
We mounted the horse and rode off into the woods, the wind slicing past us as my Pack's borders called in the distance.
My wolf howled with joy, restless and eager. I wanted to pull her into my arms, to kiss her, to claim her, but I knew I had to be patient. Take things one step at a time.
Still, one question haunted me,
Why hadn't she realized yet?
Why hadn't she felt the bond?
Did she not know... I was her second chance mate?
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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.