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 5
Dominic's POV
"Where is MY MATE?" I asked him fiercely, looking deep into his eyes as I stared him down. I could see the fear in his eyes as I called her my mate. My warriors were also looking at me with surprise; they had no idea that she was my mate.
With every minute I stand out here, I am losing my connection to my mate. I know we haven't connected yet, but I felt a calming peace when I caught her amazing scent. It had pulled me to her, and I loved the feeling of having her close by.
But I don't feel it anymore; it's as if the distance between us is widening by the minute. It felt as if all the warmth I'd felt earlier had been only my imagination, as if she'd never even existed. It's making me go crazy. I want to feel that warmth again, that peace that her presence brings me; it's so amazing. Even if I don't want her again, I still want to keep her close by.
Carl's eyes are pinned on me, and he isn't even trying to hide his hatred and disgust as he stares at me with a Smirk. I could tell he found it funny that I called her my mate. He is silently gazing at me, stalling. The silence is sickening, and he knows I'm already riled up, but he keeps pushing me toward the edge, testing my patience. The tension becomes thicker as my warriors whisper among themselves, wondering why I am being patient and lenient with him.
I don't know why I couldn't just kill him. It's hard to bear this atmosphere, I grinned evilly and threw him a few feet away from where I stood, using more force than necessary. He landed with a loud thud a few feet away, groaning in pain when his body hit the floor. I smiled in satisfaction as I watched him struggle to stand back up.
"When you say, MATE..." he looked unfazed as he looked up at me in anger, "Do you mean given by the moon goddess or chosen by your proud, disgusting self?" he asked in disgust, looking around for the first time since we took him from his house. I think he is weighing his chances of escape. He knows he cannot escape me, so he wants to make a run for it. My wolf growled at him, making him look up at me with that same stupid smirk.
His eyes kept diverting to different corners, and I knew that he had a plan. It seems like he is planning to escape, and now that I think about it, I think that has been his plan all along. He must have hidden her somewhere safe, and now he wants to run off to meet her so they can both escape.
I guess it's time to show him why I am the most feared Alpha. I mind-linked my men, telling them not to interfere in our battle.
I narrowed my eyes at Carl, mentally calculating every possible way he might attack me and every best way I could attack him. I want him to believe he has the upper hand in the fight, that he has a chance of escape, and that he will take it. He will win and escape; then I'll follow him subtly and find out where he is going.
I crouched defensively, preparing to attack him. It seems that he is waiting for me to initiate the attack, so I would gladly grant him that. I hope he realises that finding Bethany is the only way he will stay alive.
She is the only reason he is alive right now. Her calm soul is all that is keeping me calm right now.
Carl, the weak wolf, thinks he can run away with my mate. A sick smile crept across his face, and he rolled his shoulder back and put both fists in front of him. Judging from his stance, I could tell he was a good fighter, but he could never beat me in a fair fight. When I fight, I fight dirty, and I aim to win.
I curled my palm and gestured for him to come at me, then clenched my fists painfully tight, watching his every move.
When he made no move, I launched myself at him, Scott my wolf urging me on as he howled in joy, wishing nothing more than to tear Carl apart. I feigned a punch to his face, and he fell for the bait just as I'd expected. He moved sideways to avoid my punch, raising his hands to block it if he wasn't fast enough. I saw an opening, and I jabbed at his ribs, causing him to yell in pain as the force of my punch sent him reeling backwards.
I was on him before he could recover, and I punched and jabbed him severely in his midsection, kicking him hard on the face with my kickboxing skills. "How could she have fallen in love with a weakling like you! You disgust me, Carl. You would never be able to satisfy my mate; you are nothing but a weak moron. When I find her, I'll make you watch as I screw her over and over again, making her scream my name as she reaches her peak," I taunted him, and it had the desired effect.
"Nooooo..." he screamed furiously as he lunged at me, throwing all his weight at me as he toppled me to the ground. I could have easily evaded his attack if I wanted to. I mean, he has the skills, but he is still an amateur, and he could never stand up to my attack, even if he had ten hands and legs.
He threw several punches at me, hitting me as hard as he could, and I kept faking the pain as I took all his punches. The truth is, this dude never stood a chance against me. He hits like a girl, and I really want to pull him by the ear and drag him to the gym, teach him how to fight like a man, how to be a great warrior. I hate being around men who can't defend themselves, let alone defend their families. Men like Carl can never be leaders; they are the very reason the Lycans think they can Lord it over all werewolves, but all that is going to change when I become king.
I watched Carl with hooded eyes as he smirked in victory. I groaned at his stupidity, but I didn't let myself get too carried away because I hadn't gotten what I wanted yet; he still needed to lead me to her, so I lay there pretending to be weak and hurt as he smirked triumphantly.
"How the mighty have fallen, Alpha Dominic. I knew you were nothing without your warriors; I knew I could defeat you." He taunted me, laughing hysterically like a fucking idiot. This guy is so dumb. He stands above me, his legs spread. I could kick hard on his legs, and he would come down immediately. But I had to play it cool, so I crawled away from him, making it look like I was trying to run the other way. He kicked me severely in my stomach, stopping me in my tracks.
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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.