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 6
"Dwayne... guards..." I called out weakly, pretending to seek help, and he laughed so loudly, acting as if he'd just won a trophy.
"I could kill you right now and end your pathetic life. I'm sure everyone would thank me for it. Too bad I have no time to waste on a villain like you. You make me feel sick, your love is dirty, you don't deserve her at all. You'll never find her; she would never be your mate," he yelled at my face, threatening me as fiercely as he could, then he got up and kicked me one more time before taking to his heels and running back the way we had come, heading back to his house.
I should have known that she was still in that house; her scent was stronger there. How could I have missed that?
"He is headed your way, don't lose him, and don't let him catch you. I'll join you guys pretty soon." I told Dwayne through our mind link as I stood up and dusted myself. I can't believe he actually threatened me to keep me away from my mate. Who knew he had it in him?
"Sorry, Scott, I had to let him win." I apologized to my wolf as he healed my pains and injuries. I ran as fast as I could, kicking my feet beneath me. Dwayne had gone in with him, but the others stayed back. I'm sure it was Dwayne who ordered them to stay back; he knew Carl would hear the footsteps following him. One of my warriors briefed me on what was happening. He said Carl had picked up a backpack, then run into his basement, where he went through a secret passage.
I got a map from one of my men and looked over the landscape of this territory. If there is a road in his basement, it would lead to the woods outside their boundary. And there is a path there that leads to the train station.
Bethany has escaped from right under my nose. How could I have let this happen?" I thought within me as I threw the map to the floor and I ran after them, following the path in the basement. I could smell her in this basement, and her scent is driving me crazy.
When I resurfaced at the end of the tunnel, I followed the path to the train station, letting her scent lead me. Her scent grew stronger as I neared the counter. I got to the train station, and her scent enveloped me, just as I saw the last train honking and speeding away.
My heart tells me she is on that train, and I feel her warmth fading around me as the distance between us grows. I can feel my heart breaking, and Scott is howling in pain and anger.
"She is gone!" I muttered softly as I watched the train speed away. I guess she lingered a little to wait for him; she must have left with the last train, because she couldn't wait any longer. She had risked her life to wait for this smut. How could she love him? Why didn't she wait for me to find her?
"We'll find her Alpha, even if we have to search every city; we'll certainly find her," Dwayne promised, making me scoff at his petty thoughts. He must think I am so desperate to find her that I cannot do without her, but I'll prove him wrong. I'll prove to them that the moon goddess was wrong when she said every Alpha needs a Luna. I don't need her. I can rule perfectly without a mate.
"I don't need her, Dwayne. She is a distraction. A war is coming, and we need to be ready." I told him sternly, removing every emotion from my face. My heart was hurting, but I had to hide it and suffer in silence.
We were so distracted that we didn't notice when Carl opened his backpack and took out a burner phone. He smashed it on the floor and stamped on it furiously. Dwayne ran up and tackled him to the ground, holding him in place as he glared at me. I gestured for him to lift him from the floor, and I looked at him intently, smiling evilly as I stared him down.
"You should have killed me when you had the chance, Carl." his eyes widened in fear as I lunged forward and landed a deadly blow on him, making him go unconscious immediately.
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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.