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 4
Dominic's POV
I never knew I would be this desperate to find a girl that I don't even want. I had waited to turn around and leave so Dwayne would search for her, but something in me just wouldn't let me leave. I want to find her and make sure she's okay.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why can't I leave?
I had my men combing through the woods, searching every house, every corner, searching for her. I did not stay back as I had earlier intended; I went along with some guys, searching for her.
With the way I'm searching for her, you would think I have other motives for searching this hard; you'd never know that I want to put an end to her miserable life, send her to the afterlife.
That's why I'm searching for her, right?
I don't even know anymore. This whole thing is messing with my head. I need to get rid of her so I can get my head back in the game. Something big is coming, there is a war coming, and I need to be ready for it. The lycan would forever subdue our entire population. I don't need any distraction right now, and that is exactly what a mate will be to me, a distraction.
I'm sure she is somewhere in this lack, and I'm going to find her. As I went around the pack, searching every house, I realised that the people were not being honest with me; they were not cooperating with my warriors and me, so I resorted to threats and torture, just to get them talking. It's obvious that they know exactly where she is, or at least, they have an idea of where she could be, but they are hiding her location from me because of their loyalty to their Alpha, a misplaced loyalty, if you ask me. I'm going to be the Alpha king, so they should have more respect for me because their loyalty and allegiance belong to me, only me.
I had stood aside and watched while Dwayne supervised the warriors as they rounded up the Alpha warriors and questioned them. When one of them finally agreed to talk, I focused my attention on him, and that was when he said the words that got me so pissed that I kicked at everything in my path, using my boot to scatter everything in my way. The truth is, I don't even know why I am this pissed, but I just am, and here's the funny part: I can't stop this anger within me; it's so upsetting that I can't control it.
The stupid Alpha just got on my last nerves!!!
The warrior just told us that Alpha Rowley had betrothed his daughter, my mate, to a mutt named Carl. They have been for a while now, and they planned to get married a few months from today. Can you believe that?
He gave my mate to another guy, a lowlife, and I know certainly that she is still with him right now. She must have gone to spend the night in his house, for all I know, he could be with her this minute. That damn weasel, I'm going to kill him. I could feel my anger rising as I pictured that angel, that beautiful damsel I had just seen in her picture. I pictured her in his arms, and it was so infuriating.
The snitch pointed at Carl's door, and I smiled in appreciation for his help. Then I walked up to him and took away all his weapons and the crest that identified him as a warrior. "What is your name?" I asked him fiercely, staring deep into his eyes as he shivered in fear at my presence.
"My name is Blake Williams, my Lord." He stammered out shakily, with fear radiating off him in waves.
"Do not call me 'Lord', never in your life. As of today, I rid you of every privilege of a warrior; neither you nor anyone from your lineage would be allowed to serve a warrior because no snitch is fit to be a warrior under my service." I spat out fiercely, watching as his face drained of all colour.
I lunged forward and kicked Carl's measly door so hard it flew off its hinges with little effort. As we entered Carl's house, I saw a man by the door. It looks like he was coming from his bedroom, and I lost all rational thought as I lunged forward and punched him hard on the face, sending him flying in the other direction. He hit the wall on the other end of the room, and I followed him right there, toppling on top of him as I dealt him several blows to his face, punching him so hard as I kept yelling at him in both anger and frustration,
"Where the fu*k is she right now? I'll kill her, and I'll kill you too. Where is she?" I yelled continuously, punching him as I screamed like a lunatic. The fact that he is so handsome is even more infuriating, and it made me punch him even harder as I imagined my mate admiring his stupid face.
The worst part of it all is that I don't even know why I am this furious, I mean, I don't even care about her and I don't want her by my side. I don't want a mate, ever. I should be letting him have her because I never want to be shackled by the mate bond, but the mere thought of her being with another guy is driving me crazy. I can't even bear to imagine it, I can't stand it.
"You are Carl? Where is the Alpha's daughter?" I asked him once more, sounding so stern and fierce.
"Alpha's daughter? Oh, you mean Bethany?" he asked back. It could be his injuries, or maybe I am too furious and not thinking straight, but I think I can detect sarcasm in his tone, or maybe I'm just hearing things.
Bethany... I love her name. It sounds beautiful. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning Bethany. No.. No.. No.. No.. I can't be having these nice thoughts about her. I can't let the mate bond control me. She is not beautiful, and I hate her name. I don't even want to hear that name; I want nothing to do with her or her stupid name.
"Now you listen to me, you dumb head, I don't care what her name is, I don't care about her. Tell me where she is, or I swear I'm gonna rip out your heart from your chest." I threatened angrily. I don't even know why I was telling him I didn't care about her; I guess I was trying to convince myself I really didn't.
"Jeez, stop screaming so loudly. We met briefly in the woods before all this started. I asked her to hide in the woods until I come to get her. I'm pretty sure that she is still hiding in the woods." Carl responded smugly, but I wasn't paying attention to his expressions, so I just pulled him up from the floor and pushed him towards the door.
"Take me to her, right now!" I ordered sternly, standing back as I watched my guys push him forward, taking him deeper into the woods. Carl smirked as he kept leading us into the woods.
Wait a minute,
Why is he smirking?
That snitch had told us that they both loved each other so much, he wouldn't be this happy to sell her out, would he?
We were deep in the woods now, but I wasn't feeling okay. Something doesn't add up. I felt her presence while we were in his house, but as we moved farther away, I felt the warmth slowly fading; it was as if my heart were melting into lava, and I felt torn from my mate. I could feel her presence in these woods, and I could tell she frequents them, but her scent is faded here; it was stronger in his house. I stopped in my tracks and studied the footprints around us. With my heightened eyesight, I saw our footprints clearly, but we were smearing any others as we kept stomping forward.
"Stop!!!"
I yelled at the top of my voice, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. I move forward, with Dwayne following closely behind me. We moved a few feet away from the crowd, then I saw their footprints, a male and female footprint, and they were heading back the way we came. To be sure I wasn't mistaken, I asked Carl to step forward, and when he did, I confirmed that his footprints matched the ones I'd seen just now, which meant the lady's footprint belonged to my mate, Bethany.
She had followed him back; she had been in his house all along.
Carl must have known I had caught on to his lie, and he tried to back away, but it was too late. I grabbed him and punched him so hard in the face, sending him flying the other way as he hit his back against a tree. I was standing in front of him within seconds, and I held him by the neck and lifted him off his feet, staring deep into his eyes,
"Where is MY MATE?" I asked him fiercely.
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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.
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[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.