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 7
Orin's Pov
My body ached with every movement, yet when she came running toward me- her eyes filled with panic and I forgot the pain.
Her eyes were dark, almost black, but when the light caught them, they shone like stormy seas that were deep and restless holding on to me like I was the only thing in the world. Her face was soft and pale, her lips were full and parted but trembling a little, like she had forgotten how to close them.
Her hair was dark, long and thick, braided in places but with loose strands falling around her face. Her nose was straight and small, her jaw sharp but not harsh, and her skin looked smooth as if untouched by scars.
She was not dressed like a queen or a warrior, but there was something in the way she looked that made her look stronger than both. Even the way she moved, the tilt of her head, the way her chest rose and fell- it was magnetic.
I wanted to memorize every motion, every breath and every detail.
Gods... it was soft and clean, with a hint of something wild underneath, something that made my chest tighten and Veythar claw to the surface.
Every part of her felt burned into me and it made it hard for me to look away.
By the gods... she was beautiful and she had run to me.
I tilted my head, letting my lips curve into a faint smirk. "Were you worried about me, Princess?" My voice rasped but it still came out steady.
Her breath caught and her lips pressed together as she looked at me like she wanted to hit me and hold me at the same time.
"Don't tell me the cat's got your tongue," I interrupted, my smirk widening. "You wouldn't be the first to find me attractive."
Her eyes went wide and she smacked her palm against my chest. It was not hard enough to hurt, more like she needed to do something. "Please," she muttered, voice trembling but sharp, "you're full of yourself."
"Ouch, I am fragile," I said, feigning a wince. "Please, princess. I'm wounded so be gentle with me."
"Fragile my ass," Veythar snorted. "She's staring at you like a moth to a flame. You've waited for this moment your whole damn life."
She almost laughed, but stopped herself, biting her lip. Her eyes flicked down at my arm, at the blood seeping through my jacket. "You need help and you're bleeding."
I lowered my voice, leaning closer so only she could hear. "Then why don't you hold me a little tighter? That'll fix it."
Her breath caught again as her chest rose faster. She shifted back slightly, trying to put space between us, but her hands stayed on my shoulders.
Gods, she was trying so hard to hide it. The tremble in her hands, the heat in her cheeks. And every second of it made me want her more.
Inside me, Veythar stirred, restless, and his voice was sharp like claws. 'Do it. Drag her close and kiss her until she can't think. She's ours.'
My jaw clenched, I had forced myself to stay still but my eyes couldn't stop moving over her face, like that was going to be the last time I would see her.
The faint line of her brow, the softness of her lips, the way her hair smelled when it fell near my face and something else... something that was just her.
She was leaning closer without realizing as her breath brushed my cheek.
I lifted a hand, slow, brushing the soot from her face. Her skin was warm under my thumb. She didn't move.
"You don't have to talk," I murmured, my voice low, rough. "You don't have to explain. I already know."
Her eyes turned to mine, wide and questioning. "Know what?" she whispered.
"That you can't stay away from me," I said, teasing again, but my heart was pounding against my chest- so hard that it hurt.
I leaned in as her breath hitched. My body felt like it was on fire, not from the adrenaline rush but it came from her.
'Now,' Veythar growled inside me, fierce and hungry. 'Now, Orin. She's been waiting for us.'
My mouth hovered a breath from hers. Her eyes flicked to my lips. My hand slid to the back of her neck, not pulling, just holding.
Gods, she was soft.
I could taste her breath already.
'Oh yes. This is perfect,' Veythar purred.
"Bring the healers!" Soren's voice cracked through the air.
Then the world exploded.
We had forgotten that we were not alone and the timing was flawless in the worst possible way.
'Damn you, Soren!', Veythar cursed loudly.
We jerked apart, almost violently. Her eyes went wide, but her hands were still on my arms.
"I... I... we need to get you to the healers," she stammered, stumbling over her words.
I blinked at her, letting a smirk tug my lips. "I'm fine," I said low, letting my shoulder brush past hers as I shifted slightly. "I don't need anyone to hold me. I can walk there myself."
Her lips parted, eyes widened in surprise. "No, you're not-"
"I said I'm fine," I interrupted, voice dropping. "Stop hovering like I'm about to collapse. You're not the boss of me."
Her hands hovered near my shoulders like she wanted to grab me. "You're impossible," she muttered.
I shot her a crooked and wicked grin. "Another time, princess. Another time."
I picked myself up and walked away. Every step hurt, every muscle screaming, but I refused to give her satisfaction.
Veythar roared inside me, claws scraping, sharp and desperate. 'Why are you leaving her? Why didn't you take her?'
I forced my jaw to unclench. "Not yet," I whispered under my breath.
Veythar's voice thundered, shaking my chest from inside. 'We've waited centuries for her and you wasted the one chance we had?'
I swung my leg over the bike, muscles coiling, fire still licking at the edges of my jacket. I shut my eyes for a moment as I drove into the tunnel, the noise of the arena fading behind me.
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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.