Mated To The Ruthless Blood Moon Alpha
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
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Chapter 9
Debra POV:
The pack house was even more impressive on the inside. The entrance hall was vast, with a soaring ceiling and a grand staircase that split in two, leading up to the upper floors. The walls were adorned with ancient tapestries and portraits of what I assumed were former Alphas, their stern faces staring down at me.
Owen led me up the staircase, his footsteps silent on the stone floors. He was a quiet, gentle presence, a stark contrast to the formidable Alpha he served.
“Your chambers are in the east wing, Luna,” he said, his voice a soft, respectful murmur. “The Alpha thought you would appreciate the morning sun.”
The thought that Kade had considered such a small detail, that he had thought of my comfort, sent a warm, fluttering sensation through my chest.
Owen opened a pair of large, carved wooden doors, and I stepped into a room that took my breath away. It wasn't a room; it was a suite. A large, airy space with a four-poster bed, a sitting area with a fireplace, and a private balcony that overlooked a beautiful, manicured garden.
The decor was elegant and feminine, in shades of cream, gold, and soft blue. It was the complete opposite of Kade’s stark, masculine hotel suite.
“This is… for me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“Of course, Luna,” Owen said with a smile. “The Alpha had it prepared for you.”
He had prepared this for me? When? He had only just found me. The thought was both flattering and a little unsettling. It was as if he had been expecting me, as if he had known I was coming.
Vicky, who had been following us silently, let out a low whistle. “Well, this is a step up from your old room, isn't it, Debra?”
I had to agree. My room at the Silver Ridge pack house was little more than a closet, a small, cramped space that had always felt more like a prison than a home.
Owen showed us the adjoining room, a smaller but equally beautiful suite for Vicky. He then pointed out the large, walk-in closet, which was already filled with clothes in my size. Dresses, pants, shoes, lingerie – everything a she-wolf could ever want.
“The Alpha took the liberty of having these sent over,” Owen explained. “He said you might need a few things.”
I was speechless. The generosity was overwhelming. My father had never bought me a new dress, let alone a whole new wardrobe.
“Thank you, Owen,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for everything.”
“It is my honor to serve you, Luna,” he said with a small bow. “I will leave you to get settled. Dinner is at seven. I will send a servant to escort you.”
He left, closing the doors softly behind him. I stood in the middle of the room, turning in a slow circle, trying to take it all in.
Vicky came over and gave me a hug. “He seems nice,” she said.
“He does,” I agreed.
“And this place… it’s like a palace,” she said, her eyes shining.
“It is,” I said, a small, genuine smile gracing my lips for the first time in what felt like forever.
Vicky helped me unpack the few things I had brought with me – my mother’s favorite book, a small, framed picture of us, the broken pieces of her necklace, which I had carefully wrapped in a silk scarf.
I placed the picture on the bedside table and held the broken necklace in my hand. The sight of it brought a fresh wave of pain, a reminder of Marley’s cruelty, of my father’s betrayal.
“Don’t worry,” Vicky said, her hand on my shoulder. “We’ll get it fixed. I promise.”
I nodded, my throat tight.
I took a long, hot bath in the enormous, claw-footed tub, the scented water soothing my tired muscles and my frayed nerves. I chose a simple, elegant blue dress from the closet and let Vicky help me with my hair and makeup.
When I was ready, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, and I barely recognized the she-wolf staring back at me. I looked… happy. There was a light in my eyes that had been missing for a long time, a soft blush on my cheeks that wasn’t from crying.
A servant, a young, pretty she-wolf with a sweet smile, came to escort me to dinner. She led me to a large, formal dining room, where a long table was set for a feast.
Kade was already there, standing by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, tattooed forearms.
He looked up as I entered, and his golden eyes widened in appreciation. A slow, smoldering smile spread across his face, a look of such raw possession and desire that it made my knees go weak.
“You look beautiful, my little wolf,” he said, his voice a low, husky purr that sent a shiver down my spine.
He walked over to me and took my hand, lifting it to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss. The bond between us flared, a warm, intoxicating current that flowed between us.
He led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me, a perfect gentleman. The table was laden with food – roasted meats, fresh vegetables, warm bread, and a selection of cheeses and fruits.
We ate in a comfortable silence, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the clinking of our silverware. I found myself relaxing, the tension that had been a constant companion for so long slowly starting to melt away.
After dinner, Kade led me out to the balcony that adjoined the dining room. The night was clear and cool, the sky a blanket of black velvet studded with a million glittering stars.
“Are you happy here?” he asked, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness.
I looked out at the vast, wild forest that surrounded us, at the moon hanging like a silver coin in the sky. I thought of the warm welcome I had received, of the beautiful room that was now mine, of the powerful, handsome Alpha who was now my mate.
“I… I think I could be,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
He moved to stand behind me, his large, warm body a solid presence at my back. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I leaned into his embrace, a sense of peace and rightness settling over me.
“Good,” he said, his lips brushing against my hair. “Because this is where you belong. With me.”
He turned me around to face him, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that stole my breath away. He slowly lowered his head, and my heart started to pound in my chest.
This was it. He was going to kiss me.
And the most terrifying part?
I wanted him to.
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8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
9.2
For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
7.1
I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us.
But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum.
They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families.
To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister.
Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments.
The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell.
"Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members."
He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress.
For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed.
Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power.
Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911.
If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.
8.2
For five years, I poured my soul into ruling the Black Moon Pack alongside my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But at our most sacred gathering, he publicly pulled his rogue ex-girlfriend, Faye, into his arms.
"Faye is under my protection," he declared to the entire pack, using his crushing Alpha Command to force me, his Luna, to my knees.
He didn't care that I had taken a silver blade for him, or that Faye was a traitor whose past defection had permanently crippled three of our warriors.
He stripped me of my dignity, ordered me to accept his new partner, and left me alone in our marital suite.
That night, my Mating Mark erupted into a searing, white-hot agony that made me vomit blood and pass out.
I thought I was simply dying of a broken heart, until I remembered the forbidden lore of the "Fidelity Curse."
The curse ensured that if one mate was unfaithful, every moment of their physical pleasure would be transmitted through the bond as pure, agonizing torture to the betrayed mate.
I wasn't just heartbroken. My body was being forced to physiologically experience my husband's affair.
The final, near-fatal wave of pain at dawn wasn't random—it was the exact moment they conceived a child.
When Ryker walked in the next morning, smelling of her perfume, and proudly announced Faye was pregnant, he expected me to finally break and submit.
Instead, I looked at the father of another woman's child and gave him a chilling smile.
"I, Selene Thorne of the Winter Pack, have heard your declaration. Now get out of my sight. The war has begun."