Mated To The Beta Biker: The Luna Without A Wolf
'A woman can never be allowed to become an Alpha'
These were the words that made Kaelis get married to Valrik Dreadmoor even though she wasn't mated to him.
Now 5 years later he did the unspeakable and killed her...
Now, she is reborn without her memories and had woken up in the enemy territory.
There for the first time her mate bond snaps to not just 1 but 2 mates.
An Alpha- who was her bully who needs her to claim what is rightfully his.
A beta biker- who needs her to break his curse.
They will both burn the world to keep her safe but they are not keen on sharing...
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Chapter 1
The Luna's body shook violently, her hands gripping the Alpha's so tight her nails dug into his skin. Every breath she took was sharp, ragged, and trembling.
He stood beside her, jaw tight, chest heavy, eyes scanning the shadows as if danger itself had already arrived.
"We... we should have waited," the Luna whispered, voice shaking. "What if... what if they are... right? Dangerous?"
The Alpha's hands tightened around hers. "They are ours. That is all that matters. We protect them. Whatever comes, we protect them."
Her eyes darted to him, wide, fearful. "We are enemies by blood, we should not have mixed. What have we done?"
The midwife gasped, rushing forward. Before anyone could speak, the first cries shattered the den. The midwife lifted the first child-a boy into the air. Tiny chest heaving, skin pale and warm yet alive.
The Luna pressed him to her chest, voice trembling. "K... Kael is safe," she whispered. Relief pressed on her, fragile and fleeting.
Before anyone could breathe, another contraction ripped through her. She gasped, eyes wide. "Two... there's another?"
The midwife guided the second child into the world-a girl. Tiny, delicate, fists curling sharply. Her chest rose unevenly, and a low, almost a soft growl escaped her throat even in sleep. The Luna froze.
"What... what is she?" the Luna whispered. "I do not know... what we have done. I do not know what they carry."
The Alpha's hands rested on both children, tense, trembling. "We protect them. That is all we can do. No one outside this room can decide their fate."
The Luna shivered violently, blood spilling fast and unstoppable. Her body convulsed, then went still as the midwife cried out helplessly.
The Alpha roared, grief and rage colliding in his chest. He held the twins tightly, staring at the two fragile lives in his arms. The boy's chest rose and fell steadily, but the girl's tiny fists twitched sharply, low growls slipping from her throat.
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The throne room was quiet, the Alpha sat alone, holding the cloth of his late Luna. His gaze was dark, fixed on nothing, mind replaying the events in the den. Rage still burned through him, raw and uncontrolled.
The door burst open. The Witch Doctor stepped in, eyes blazing, voice sharp and unyielding. "Alpha! Luna! You cannot ignore this. Hear me now!"
The Alpha straightened, chest tight, jaw clenched. "Step back. She is hurt. This is not the time for riddles."
The Witch Doctor's gaze cut through him like a blade. "Time? There is no time. You have already brought chaos into the world. Do you not see what you have done? The union of Lycan and Werewolf... it has awakened what should never have existed."
The Alpha's hands tightened around the twins. "I do not understand your meaning. Explain, or leave."
Her lips curved, a cold, terrible smile. "You do not understand, Alpha. You never could. You think you hold power in these arms, but it is only a beginning. The boy and the girl... they carry storms in their blood. Fire and shadow. One will rise and one will burn. One will bring salvation, the other... destruction. The balance is broken."
"I will not let you threaten my children," the Alpha growled, stepping forward. "Speak carefully, witch, or your life ends here."
The Witch Doctor laughed, a sound sharp and bitter. "Threaten me? You could not even protect the mother who bore them." She paced but he eyes were fixed on the alpha. "Your strength and your rage are nothing. You are too late to stop what is coming. You cannot kill fate, Alpha. You cannot kill what is already born."
The Alpha's hands trembled with a mixture of rage and fear. "What do you mean?"
She stepped closer, voice dropping, cold and commanding, every word hitting hard like stone. "I mean the children must not survive. Their blood... their union... it will unravel everything you hold dear. You will see death walk beside them. You will see destruction where there should be life. And when the world trembles, you will know it began with you."
Before he could react, the bodyguard entered, dragging the struggling Omega into the room. She fought, claws flexing, eyes wild with desperation.
"She tried to kill them," the bodyguard said sharply. "Almost succeeded. I caught her."
The Omega sobbed, voice trembling. "I... I made a promise to the Luna. She begged me... I had to..."
The Alpha's claws unsheath as he walked slowly, circling the omega. One swipe, and the Omega fell still, blood splashed against the stone floor. He spoke coldly, his voice like steel. "Do not test me."
The Witch Doctor's laughter rang out, cruel and sharp. "You think that changes anything? You cannot protect them. Their blood... it will awaken storms. Death walks beside them. You cannot stop what is coming!"
Before she could finish, the bodyguard moved fast, striking her down. Her body hit the floor, but even as she fell, her words spilled like a curse, dark and venomous:
"The hybrid heart cannot serve two masters. One must fall or all shall fall..."
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9.5
I once loved Ethan, but his revenge destroyed my family-my dad killed himself, mom burned alive.
He caged and tormented me, unaware I'd given him my heart for his transplant.
Ten years of hell, 200 suicide attempts.
When my artificial heart failed, I died.
Reborn, I fled, but Ethan returned, too late realizing his love.
At my bonding with Daniel, Ethan tried to intervene.
James and Susan stopped him, reminding him of his cruelties.
I moved on, happy with Daniel.
Ethan, banished, later saw our ceremony with pain......
7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
7.4
BLURB;
They told her she was born to die. They told him he was born to kill. They were both wrong.
Hazel was the perfect sacrifice: poor, powerless, and prepared for the dragon's flame. Prince Dravon was the perfect executioner: ruthless, royal, and bound by duty.
Their first glance which was a magnetic attraction changed everything.
Now, running from a kingdom that wants her blood and a brother who wants his throne, they uncover a horrific secret. The ritual is a key to unlock something ancient vorthar an ancient dragon God. The curse is a cage. And Hazel's rare bloodline containing the blood line of three realms makes her the most dangerous creature in the world the target of a priestess who wants eternal power and a dragon-god who dreams of eternal fire and freedom to rule the whole world.
To save their worlds, Hazel and Dravon must burn the old lies to the ground and forge a new legend from the ashes.
7.2
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze.
Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist.
She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before.
"This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late.
I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air.
I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon.
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.
9.1
I'm Brooke, a she-wolf who loved Julian fiercely until his accident tore us apart. Trapped in a cruel pack alliance, I endured betrayal and violence, faking my death to escape. Reborn as Lydia in Orinvale Town, I built a new life as a lifeguard and restaurateur, clinging to Julian's memory. Six years later, fate reunited us, but he's a stranger with no past. As we rediscover our bond, I confront old wounds and buried truths, finding strength to reclaim my heart.
8.6
Daria, an orphaned omega, thought finding her mate would save her and give her everything she had ever dreamed of... Until he rejected her, humiliating her before the entire pack. But after one night of unexpected passion, she falls pregnant with his child. Ecstatic, she believes fate has given her another chance, only to learn he wants nothing more than an heir to cure his curse.
Heartbroken and betrayed, Daria flees. Years later, she returns, armed with more than she could ever think to achieve. Now, she must choose: let their bond mend what was broken, or let her anger destroy everything he holds dear.