Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate
Alpha Samson is the most ruthless alpha's around and has the most powerful pack in the world-Blackthorn. Runours cascade around about him, and his wolf, Savage, who is the biggest anyone has ever seen, will rain down on all who go against them. The only thing they are missing is their mate. What happens when all alphas are going to a pack to celebrate the coming of an new alpha, who has only barely turned twelve. Things don't look what they seem, until the luring scent mixed with blood sends Alpha Samson to the cells where he and his beast finds their mate, chained to the wall all bloody and broken. All hell breaks lose. Alora, half wolf and half witch, charged for a crime she never did. What happens when the damaged little woman meets the ruthless alpha who happens to be his mate? When recovering with her mate, things change and all Alora has ever known is a lie of what she is and more. Secrets come out and all Alora and Alpha Samson want is to know the truth and revenge, taking back the pack that is hers to begin with.
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Chapter 3
ALPHA SAMSON
The car goes over the bump, which makes me bang my head on the roof. I let out a low growl. "Careful," I grunt as I glare at my driver through the rear view mirror. His eyes widen and looks back at the road ahead of him.
"Calm down," Jenson, my beta said. "He is trying to get us there sooner like you wanted. You're the one who wanted to get there and leave early."
I huff as I look out the window and watch the forest pass us.
As an alpha to the largest pack in the state, I had to attend alpha ceremonies for young alpha's who would be taking the reins after their fathers handed them over to them. But this was all new to me. The alpha in question was staking a claim that he had a son and would be the one who would take over from him, whatever age.
"I still think it's strange that they are doing this," Jenson mumbles, making me look at him. "The child is barely five. Why would he announce this now? The child won't even have his wolf yet, let alone know how to fight anyone."
I said nothing as Savage, my wolf, grunted. He hated any form of celebration, even if it meant that he would find our mate one day, but that has been scarce over the years. I'm now twenty-eight and what you call our kind old, but we are not. If we were any other alpha, some elder would come to the pack and force the rule of picking a chosen mate, but they are scared of me; we are not your average wolf. We are bigger than all wolves, bigger than you can imagine.
Our pack is the biggest and most feared due to Savage and me. No wolf will dare to go up against savage, whereas no human will go against me. I stand at six foot nine and weigh over three hundred and fifty pounds.
Shaking my thoughts away, I looked at him. "Well, Alpha Karl hasn't had much luck with his family," I muttered. "He lost his mate and unborn child. He had to choose someone, and now they have one. They are not taking no chances."
"There is taking a chance," Jenson muttered. "Then there is taking it all too far. Five years old tho, what did you do at five?"
"Not the same," I grunted as I pulled the sleeve of my jacket into place. I was wearing a suit for this damn ceremony, and I hated it. Nothing fits me due to my size. "My parents had me at a young age, and not the same for Alpha Karl."
Jenson stared at me, but his eyes softened. I knew why he did that-my parents. I felt my heart sink at the mere thought of them. My mother died in a rogue attack, and my father died shortly after from heart failure. Some pack members believe that he died of a broken heart. He didn't take my mother's death well and locked himself away. It was hard to watch. Sometimes I wish I never met my mate as I don't want to have the same fate.
"We won't," Savage grunted as he came closer. "Our mate will be special."
I look back at him with an arched eyebrow. "Special, huh?" I asked. "How would you know that?"
Savage's dark brown eyes bored back into mine but said nothing. Lately, he hasn't been himself, but as soon as the invitation came, he was all for going, and I felt pressured into going by him, which is uncalled for. When has a wolf ever wanted to do a human thing? Never.
When I received the invitation, I was shocked to learn that the young alpha was not even old enough to agree to the terms, but underneath Alpha Karl stated that he wanted to know that he had a son who would take over the pack when he was old enough. He wanted all the alpha's to attend so they could be happy for the pack.
Part of me could understand the scenario and why he was doing it, but there was another part of me that there was something more at play. Alpha Karl had been a constant thorn in my side, asking me to turn up and see his pack. He is one of many allies I have around here, and he was one of them. I was initially unsure what to make of the pack, as there seemed to be more power play than what they could offer me. I want fighters and people I can trust that will be there if I need them someday, even though it is the other way around. Many wanted us to be there for them when they needed us, but Alpah Karl never asked when rogues attacked his pack.
Alpha Karl asked for advice about what he could do to make things better, and I suggested asking for some trainers to come to help from other packs. He asked me to send some, and I did, but the trainers came back with a different outlook. Most of his pack was scared of Alpha Karl, but there were loads of rumors floating around about him. Some were hard to register as true. I wanted to leave early and get there so I could see for myself.
Jenson and I planned to stay longer, leaving my gamma Oliver to keep things running with the pack back home. All I had to do was pretend to help out , while I kept Alpha Karl busy; Jenson would go around and try to find out the truth before I made a decision about sticking with Alpha Karl. I didn't need him. It was the other way around. I hated alphas who never respected their pack members. Pack members are what holds and makes a pack what it is. I might be ruthless as they come, but I respect every member of my pack, including all omegas. No one is left out.
"Samson," Jenson called out, making me look at him as he sighed. "The plan will be in motion when we get there. Do you think he will do anything?"
I shook my head and leaned back in my seat. "Hardly," I muttered. "I think he will be nice, possibly too nice for his good, or maybe have all the single she-wolves ready to pounce, I don't know."
Jenson's lips curled up into a grin at the mere mention of she-wolves, which only made me groan. "Keep your dick in your pants," I grunted. "We are not here to get laid."
"Speaking of the one who would rather have blue balls than have a tight cunt wrapped around his cock," he chuckled.
Savage roars into laughter in my head as I keep my mouth shut for a moment while glaring at my best friend. "At least I won't get a disease or something," I muttered, which made him look at me with an arched eyebrow. "You went there, huh?" he muttered.
I said nothing as I looked through the window again.
There was no reason for the lack of women on my part; many threw themselves at me, and I liked it, but being as big as I am, it is hard to find someone who can tame a savage beast like my wolf, who seemed to want to be rough. Many women would endure it until they couldn't take it anymore.
"We need mate more," Savage piped up in my head as he listened in on my thoughts, which I hated him doing. "Mate will take us. She will be a perfect fit for us, too."
I said nothing and shook my thoughts away; I watched as we approached Alpha Karl's pack.
"I am so not looking forward to this," Jenson muttered, making me look at him. His eyes were on the opposite window. "I hate all the falseness of these alphas. They show no shame when they want your attention."
I couldn't help but agree with him on that. Many alphas have done weird things, remembering one incident in particular where an alpha let their daughter come into my bedroom at night while I stayed, which didn't help her as Savage was on one, especially being woken up from his sleep. He hates being disturbed. That was a mistake and half; the alpha tried to make me take his daughter as my Luna, which was not for me. If anyone were going to be my Luna, it would be my mate, not a hot-headed bimbo who thinks everything should be pink and sparkle. Others have tried to play games with me and lost. It's a stupid alpha thing for me to see who is true to their word or who would swipe a rug from underneath me where I stand.
I said nothing to him as I turned my attention to the gates that were being opened for us. This was it. There was no going back now. I came here to do what I had to do, and no one was going to stop me.
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7.5
Plot.
Synopsis.
Liora could never belong. The daughter of an extramarital affair, she had lived in the shadows, cut off from the rest of the family, and learned to fend for herself while surviving. Stripping gave her life now, but everything changed one wild night.
Two days before his wedding, Darius entered her club, craving for the last taste of bachelorhood, he pays Liora for a special dance which led to a one-night stand. Neither of them expected to see each other again or that Liora's long lost sister, Selene, was the bride waiting at the altar.
The one-night stand becomes a dangerous truth that must be hidden. Lies never remain hidden, however, and when Liora learns she is pregnant with Darius's child, silence may be not be an option for her.
Exposition.
Liora, a daughter born as a result of her father's infidelity with a maid, which resulted in the divorce that separates her from her big sister. Due to the family's financial difficulties faced while growing up and the consequent death of her father, Liora eventually becomes a stripper to put food on her table. Unknown to her at the time, she carried the hidden omega bloodline from her father's alpha lineage, suppressed by years away from the pack.
Inciting incident.
One night, she is hired by a man who is getting married in just two days and wants to enjoy his last moments of bachelorhood. She ends up having a one-night stand with him. The moment they touched, an undeniable mate spark ignited between them-raw, electric, and impossible to ignore-but neither understood its full power yet.
When Liora returns home that same night, she encounters an old man who introduces himself as the butler of the Blackwood family, tells her she has been invited to the wedding of her sister. This comes as a shock-Liora grew up knowing she had a sister, but Harlan never allowed them to meet. He carried that secret to his grave, and after his death, Liora stopped thinking about it. Despite her hesitation and doubts as to if they got the wrong person, she agrees to attend.
Rising action.
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But then, another huge blow hits-Liora finds out that the man she was with last night, the one she slept with, is the man Selene is set to marry, Darius. She holds this secret to herself, haunted by the mate pull that now torments her every thought.
The marriage happens, and it all goes well. After that, Selene gives Liora a new path, far from her old job. She brings her into her home and starts to look after her. But soon, Liora finds out she is going to have a baby. With fear and shame, she hides this news.
Climax.
When Ravenna is released from prison, she is furious to find Liora living with her family. She makes it clear that she does not accept her, resenting her existence as a reminder of Harlan's infidelity. A few days later, Selene announces that she is pregnant too. Ravenna immediately becomes protective of her "real" daughter, which only deepens Liora's insecurities. She considers leaving before her secret is exposed.
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Ravenna,who happens to be at the wrong side at the right time ,overheard part of their talk. With doubts in her mind, she quietly does a DNA test between Darius and Liora's unborn baby.
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7.3
Luna Comeback
7.3
Ana sacrificed everything to marry Alpha Max, believing love would be enough.
For eight years she was the perfect Luna - until the night she planned to reveal her true identity as the hidden heir of the powerful Dark Rose Pack.
That same night, Max staged a deadly "accident" that killed their daughter.
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Three years later, at the grand crowning of Dark Rose Pack's new Luna, a desperate Max arrives begging for help...
Only to realize the woman on the throne is Ana - now married to the honorable Alpha Desmond.
When Max falls to his knees pleading for forgiveness, Ana delivers the final blow:
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8.9
Her blood is the key. His heart is the weapon. And fate is a curse.
Ela Demir thought she was just a bullied, plus-size girl from Istanbul-until a mysterious invitation arrives, summoning her to Silvermoon Academy, an elite werewolf school hidden from the human world. The moment she steps onto campus, she becomes the target of four powerful alpha heirs: Nikolai, the cold Siberian who says she's his fated mate; Lukas, the charming German who wants to use her as a weapon; Kai, the gentle Alaskan who sees her true worth; and Thorne, the rebellious loner with his own dark secrets.
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When the boy she loves betrays her trust, she runs into the arms of her enemy. But survival comes at a price. And the only way to break the curse is to uncover the truth about her mother's death-a truth that will shatter everything she believes about love, loyalty, and her own blood.
Fate bound them. Choice will destroy them.
9.2
After six brutal months, I returned to my Seattle villa, my sanctuary. An unsettling quiet, then a cloying mix of cheap vanilla and baby talc hit me. Pink slippers, a cookbook, and a blonde hair on Nathan's hoodie screamed betrayal.
Unwashed baby bottles and a note from "M" to "feed the baby" confirmed my dread. A baby's cry led me to Misty, holding a baby with Nathan's exact curls. She claimed Nathan called me his "bankrupt ex-wife," my clothes gone, wedding photos crumpled, and his loving text proved his calculated fraud.
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8.9
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