Mated To The Beastly Alpha Dominic
19 years ago, Bethany Delaney was forced to flee the pack in the middle of the night. The Blood Moon attacked the Blue Crescent pack, and her family was murdered in cold blood by the Ruthless and Fearless Alpha Dominic.
3 years later, the revenge comes.
Alpha Dominic Rayleigh is a Ruthless, Fearless Alpha, known and feared by all for his strength and power. He hates the moon goddess for making too many laws for the werewolves, and he swore to kill any girl that the moon goddess gives to him as a mate.
What happens when she finds out that she is his mate that he has sworn to kill?
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Chapter 1
Bethany's POV
It was a cold winter night, and we were all sitting in the sitting room, watching one of our favorite family dramas on Netflix. The heat from the fireplace brought us little warmth in the cold, and we reveled in it.
Dad wasn't here with us tonight. He hasn't spent time with us since he got that threat from Alpha Dominic. He kept working with his warriors, working on our security systems, planning various defensive tactics to keep Alpha Dominic from breaching our pack's boundaries.
"Mom, has Dad been able to settle his dispute with the bad Alpha?" my kid sister asked our mom in her cute little voice that always brings smiles to our faces.
"No, princess, the bad Alpha doesn't want to settle the dispute with daddy; he only wants war. But don't worry your pretty head about that, your strong father would find a way to get him to change his mind, " mom responded with a smile as she dropped a warm kiss on her forehead, causing her to smile widely.
"If you ask me, Mom, I'd say that Dad should just report him to the Lycan king. That way, we would not have to deal with him ourselves." I suggested again, but as always, Mom frowned at me, giving me that look that says, "Shut your mouth, Bethany, you are young and naïve, and you know nothing about Alpha Dominic."
I shrugged my shoulders and went back to watching my movie. They never listen to me anyway. They are just too scared to take action against that asshole who thinks he can get away with anything. - He woke up one morning and decided to expand his territories. In doing so, he took a large part of our lands and forced us to move further into the Woods. To avoid war and bloodshed, my father kept silent and let him do as he pleased.
"Just give us a piece of peaceful land, and don't continue to invade". Dad doesn't want much territory; he wants us to live a peaceful life.
Father sends daily updates on Pack's repairs and on Alpha Dominic's meeting with another Pack. Father said he'll be back tomorrow! Perhaps Alpha Dominic has forgiven us, or perhaps they have reached a consensus. I really can't say, but in this cold winter, the aroma of food wafts through the air every night, and children on the street share roasted apples eaten on a snowy night. A peaceful atmosphere fills me with joy. I am glad that thing is still going well and everything is fine.
The vibration of my phone distracted me from my movie. My face brightened when I saw it was a message from Carl, my boyfriend. I've been dating Carl for a few months now, and we plan to marry after college.
With the reduction in our population, no one really waits for their true mate anymore; we get mated to a suitable choice, and if you're lucky, you could actually fall in love with a guy and get mated to him.
You could say that I am one of the lucky ones. I found the love of my life, Carl, and we plan to play it cool and wait until after college before we can get mated. Our parents know about our relationship, and they approve of our union. What they don't know is that I always sneak out every night to meet Carl deep in the woods.
He just sent a text, saying he has arrived in the woods. I stretched my hand and yawned loudly, feigning tiredness,
"I'm off to bed, Mom, I'm feeling so tired." I lay with a grumpy face that makes everyone think that I am truly tired.
"Don't forget to shut the blinds!" my mom yelled after me as I headed up to my room. I ran up the stairs, shutting my door firmly before stuffing my bed with pillows that would make anyone who came in here believe I was lying under my duvet. I climbed down my window, carefully maneuvering my way down, trying not to make a sound that could alert anyone to my schemes.
As soon as I got closer to our secret meeting place in the woods, I got pulled into a sturdy, hard chest as Carl backed me up against a tree, kissing me passionately. I responded to his kiss, kissing him back with so much passion and desire.
It was at that very moment that we heard a scream from far away. By my guess, it should be around the pack house, and I know my parents would go into my room to check up on me, so I stopped my actions immediately and ran off in a panic, heading back home before we both got in trouble with the Alpha, my father.
"Hold on, Beth, you'll get yourself injured, be careful," Carl warned as he ran along with me. I refused to listen to him, and I did not pay attention to my surroundings.
Until I felt his hands around me, forcing me to halt and duck behind a tree.
"What's wrong with you, Carl? Let me go before my parents discover that I am not in my room." I scolded him, trying to break free. But he tightened his grip around me, bringing one hand to shut my mouth firmly. Sweat was streaming down his handsome face. I had never seen him look so nervous. He wrinkled his brow and shook his head desperately, signaling me not to make a sound.
That was when I noticed what was really happening around us.
*
It was a nightmare. It was in Hell.
I could see a man clad in black, giving him a deadly, dangerous air. He was dragging someone by the leg, pulling them towards our house.
"Wait...is that my father?"
I bit my lip tightly, thought within me as I thrashed and struggled to break out of Carl's grip, but he refused to let me go, holding me tightly to his chest.
"You can't save him, Beth..... "It's too late," Carl whispered in my ear. I heard him choke," You have to save yourself before Dominic finds you." he wanted to calm me down as he kept holding me tightly.
I could hear the piercing scream of my mom. My sister is crying. He murders them all in cold blood. The screams soon died down.
I knew that my family was no more.
Carl lifted me onto his shoulder. I kicked and hit his back hysterically in an attempt to get him to drop me so I could check on my family, but he wouldn't budge. He kept going through the woods until he got to his house. He knew everyone would be wearing me, so he hid me in his basement, warning me not to make a sound.
In the darkest night, he kept coming to check on me every once in a while, trying to make sure I didn't hurt myself. I huddled by the corner as I shivered in fear and anger. I can't believe it, I simply can't believe it, my whole family has been murdered, and I am all alone in this world.
That monster!
That Animal!
" I'll make him pay," I swore within me as I stayed huddled in Carl's basement,
I'll take my revenge; he will never get away with this.
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9.7
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."
8.4
"Are you going to treat me like the enemy?" Raffaele asked, hovering over me like a predator.
"You are the enemy," I sneered.
He smiled. "Careful. You're hurting my feelings."
"I hope I can hurt much more than that."
His eyes darkened. "You forget-I'm the one who can break you."
I vowed never to give my heart to a man. Never let one bend me. Never let one own me.
Then a single night changed everything.
When my best friend became a target, I took her place and caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Raffaele, My friend's older brother, wasn't supposed to see me. We were never meant to meet but the moment his eyes locked on mine, I became his new obsession.
I don't bend and he doesn't let go.
Suddenly caught up in a world of blood and power, resisting a man like Raffaele might cost me everything...heart, body, and soul.
He wants me, dead or alive.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.1
Five years ago, I was a world-renowned concert pianist. Now, I'm an auto mechanic with a mangled right hand, hiding from a past my ex-husband, Carter, dismisses as a "tantrum."
He drags me to a charity gala where his mistress, Alexandrea, puts me on the spot, demanding I play for the city's elite-a cruel, public humiliation she knows I can't perform.
When I refuse, Carter shoves me to the ground in a rage. He still thinks our daughter, Lily, is alive, and he uses her as a weapon.
"Behave," he hisses, "and maybe we can bring Lily back home."
Bring her home? The sheer ignorance is staggering. He has no idea our daughter froze to death in the same car crash that destroyed my hand.
But just before the gala, my best friend uncovered the final, devastating truth. It wasn't an accident. They sabotaged my car and left us for dead.
Tonight, I'm not just attending a party. I'm orchestrating a funeral. Theirs.
9.5
One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise.
Now, he is Caspian Blackwood-the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days.
The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It's for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?
8.5
When powerless, unfavoured Princess Soleia was arranged to marry the newly titled Duke Orion Elsher, she assumed they would find love eventually.
Who knew that her father would send off her husband mere hours later to fight a war?
Soleia was left alone to deal with an impoverished fief, a crumbling estate, and spiteful, vindictive relatives of the Duke who all wished to see her gone.
She couldn't leave― there was nowhere else to go. Soleia desperately wanted her husband to return so he could offer her a helping hand. However, when he did, he returned with Elowyn, a woman he claimed was his true love.
A woman hellbent on taking her place as the rightful Duchess, no matter what she had to do to get Soleia out of the way.
Mistreated, misunderstood, and miserable, Soleia was eventually thrown out of the estate she helped build.
Fortunately, when one door closes, another one opens. Unknown to Soleia, a man more powerful than her husband had been watching her, waiting for the right time to snatch her into his gilded cage. Duke Elsher had been foolish to let go― but the crown prince of Raxuvia wouldn't make the same mistake.
***
[Excerpt]
After two long years, Soleia's husband had finally returned home. But he was not alone.
"Your Grace," Soleia said, trying her best to maintain a calm tone, "welcome home. How were your travels?"
The man remained silent as he stared at her.
"Oh," the woman that Soleia's husband had brought back said. "I was just wondering where the servants were. No one has come to greet you since your return. Could you please help us bring―"
Orion tugged the woman back, protectively holding her in his embrace. His eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Soleia, his sudden action causing the woman to look confused at him.
"Orion?" she asked, her hands on his chest to steady herself. "What's the matter?"
"That's not a servant." In one swift motion, he threw the sword out at Soleia, only to be stopped by a flash of scarlet and the coppery scent of blood.
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Prequel to Stolen by the Rebel King.