My Mate is Another Woman's Fate
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She found her true mate... but he belongs to another.
Dana never expected to find her fated mate in the heart of the city - especially not in her cold, brilliant, and heartbreakingly human boss. Kos is a billionaire inventor, engaged to a woman the world sees as perfect. And worst of all... he doesn't feel the bond.
To reveal the truth would make her look desperate, maybe even insane. Who would believe that a shy assistant is his destined mate - and not just after his name or fortune?
But the bond is real. The ache is real.
And when fate forces them together, nothing will ever be the same.
Can a heart blinded by reason learn to feel what only instincts can see?
Or will Dana lose him - before he even realizes she was his all along?
My Mate is Another Woman's Fate Chapter 1
The door to my café opened with a soft chime, signaling that someone had entered. I caught a pleasant, familiar scent drifting through the air.
It can't be!
My legs tangled in surprise, and I almost dropped the tray of drinks and snacks. Gathering my inner courage, I raised my eyes-and saw HIM.
He stood in a tense pose, his fists clenched, staring at me from beneath furrowed brows. His eyes burned with a mixture of anger and something unspoken, something that sent a shiver down my spine.
I froze, rooted to the spot, unable to move. I just stood there, staring back.
Was he really looking for me? But why?
The she-wolf inside me howled, clawing at my insides at the sight of her mate. She wanted to throw herself at him, wrap her arms around his neck, and never let go.
Oh no, friend.
We tried that already, and it didn't work. He's human; he can't feel the connection as strongly as we do. To him, it was just an affair-something fleeting. As they say, "I'm not the first, and I won't be the last." So sit down and keep your head down, I tell her. I won't follow my instincts anymore.
And yet, deep in my heart, I couldn't help but hope. What if he was here for me? What if he found me because there was still a chance?
"Hello," I said, breaking the silence.
"Hello," he replied, his voice deep and steady. He said no more, just looked at me.
His gaze made me squirm.
"Would you like a menu?" I asked, trying to sound professional. I was still at work, after all.
For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw the corners of his lips twitch, as if suppressing a smile. But only for a moment.
"I'm not here for long," he said, his voice even more serious now. "I'm waiting for my wife. Can we have a word?"
My heart dropped.
Oh, wow. So he got married, after all.
Of course, he got married! He'd said he would. Why had I ever thought it might be different?
All my hopes crumbled like a house of cards. A lump formed in my throat, and tears threatened to choke me.
Don't cry. Don't cry!
"Ah... I see. You got married. Say what you want," I said quietly, lowering my eyes.
If we were alone, I wouldn't trust myself. I'd melt into a puddle at his feet, and I couldn't allow that to happen. In a crowd, I felt safer. Lifting my gaze, I looked at him again-and noticed something missing.
There was no ring on his hand.
He stood there, perfect as always, radiating confidence like a polished coin. Those green eyes of his, though, looked a little tired. Understandable! A young wife doesn't let you rest, does she?
He was dressed casually but stylishly, his outfit suiting him far too well. Black jeans tailored to perfection, a light T-shirt, and a biker jacket. He looked more like a rebel on the road than a corporate shark.
My traitorous body reacted instantly. Calm down, woman! I scolded myself. You're just admiring the aesthetics, nothing more.
I wished I could close my nose and block out his intoxicating scent.
A tall, muscular figure. Strong arms. Deep green eyes that seemed to see right through me. Tousled hair. And then, I saw it-the ring.
It wasn't on his hand. It hung from a chain around his neck.
What had I been expecting? Of course, he'd married her. Nicole. Beautiful, brilliant Nicole. They were a perfect match-both successful inventors in their circle. They probably adored each other.
And why wouldn't he love her? He'd never promised me anything. I was just a fleeting chapter in his life, wasn't I?
The bitterness clawed at my chest.
"Yes," he said, his jaw tightening. "You know I needed a wife urgently. So I got married."
He paused, and I watched as tension flickered across his flawless face.
"To the woman I love," he added. The words hit me like a slap.
Is he doing this on purpose?
Ouch. It hurt. It hurt more than I thought it would, knowing my mate had married someone else, someone he loved more deeply than me.
His mask had slipped, and he wasn't hiding anything now. Was this intentional? To hurt me?
And he succeeded. I feel like I'm losing my battle and moisture begins to appear before my eyes.
"I was looking for you."
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7.9
For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.
7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.
9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
7.4
Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
