My Secret Mate Is The Alpha
I was bound by blood to a mysterious cloaked male named Rafe to secure a vital alliance. I was supposed to be the new Luna of the Nightfall Pack.
But the moment I arrived, I was stripped of my expected title and forced to be a mere personal assistant to the brutally handsome Alpha Kaelen. My fated mate never even showed up.
Alpha Kaelen treated me with icy disdain. He even dragged me to a high-end jewelry store to pick out a mating gift for his "future Luna." When the shop owner assumed the gift was for me, Kaelen coldly humiliated me in public.
"She is just my assistant."
Yet, when a rival Alpha tried to lay a hand on me at a summit, Kaelen nearly started a war. He shielded me with his body, his eyes blazing with furious possessiveness.
"She is mine."
I didn't understand. If I was nothing but a discarded political pawn, why did Kaelen's touch send electric sparks straight to my core, exactly like my fated mate? Why was he fiercely protective of me one second, only to treat me like absolute garbage the next?
Staring at the moonstone necklace he forced me to carry for his "real mate," the fragile hope in my chest finally died. I wouldn't wait for a phantom husband anymore; I was going to uncover Kaelen's secret, and then, I would leave this pack for good.
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Chapter 3
Elara Thorne POV:
"Those *are* your duties," Alpha Kaelen cut me off, his voice leaving no room for argument. "It is a position of great trust and responsibility. Do not fail it. Your workspace is outside."
He turned back to the window, a clear dismissal. The conversation was over.
I stumbled out of his office, my mind a chaotic whirl of confusion and humiliation. An assistant? Was this some kind of test? A punishment? My practical nature, honed by years of managing Silvermoon's resources, took over. Panicking wouldn't help. I would do the job, and I would do it well. For now.
The assistant's area had two desks. One was empty, pristine. The other was occupied by a man with dull brown hair and a permanent sneer. He watched me approach, his narrow eyes filled with a resentful energy.
He slammed a heavy stack of files onto the empty desk, the sound echoing in the quiet space.
"I'm Elara Thorne," I said, keeping my voice even.
He gave a short, ugly laugh. "Dax Slade. So you're the special delivery from Silvermoon. Didn't realize the Alpha's tastes ran to… imports."
Lyra snarled in my head, but I kept my expression neutral. "My job is to assist the Alpha, not to entertain his staff."
The tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife. Before Dax could retort, a woman with tired, intelligent eyes approached. She was elegant and poised, but carried an air of deep weariness.
"Clara Valerius," she introduced herself, her voice soft. "I'm the… former assistant. I'm being transferred to the archives." She handed me a list. "Your duties."
"Looks like you got replaced by the new pet," Dax muttered from his desk, loud enough for all of us to hear.
Clara ignored him. Her gaze met mine, and it was filled with a strange, complex warning. "A piece of advice," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Alpha Kaelen demands two things above all else: absolute perfection and unwavering loyalty. Be careful where you step. It's a long way down."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me with her cryptic words and a mountain of work.
The rest of the day was a battle. Dax did everything he could to sabotage me—giving me outdated reports, "forgetting" to pass on urgent messages, interrupting me when I was speaking to the Alpha over the comms.
But he underestimated me. I was meticulous. I cross-referenced everything, caught his errors, and even identified a critical flaw in a supply chain report he had authored.
The Alpha's voice crackled over the internal comms a short while later, sharp and unforgiving as he tore into Dax for the oversight. Dax's glare could have melted steel.
Late that afternoon, I sat in on a strategy meeting with Kaelen's core council. For the first time, I saw him in his element. He was a brilliant, ruthless leader, his mind moving three steps ahead of everyone else in the room. A reluctant admiration began to bloom in my chest.
As he was outlining a defensive strategy, he started tapping his fingers on the polished table. A steady, impatient rhythm.
*Tap. Tap-tap. Tap.*
My blood ran cold.
It was the exact same rhythm the cloaked figure, Rafe, had tapped against his leg while waiting for the ceremony to begin.
The world seemed to narrow to that single, repetitive sound. It couldn't be. It was impossible. A coincidence. I shook my head, dismissing the insane thought as I forced myself to focus on my notes.
When the meeting ended, Kaelen kept me behind to finalize the report. I worked silently, intensely aware of him watching me. The silence was heavy, charged with an unspoken energy.
He finally spoke, his voice startling me. "The report is adequate."
I looked up, surprised by the faint hint of something other than cold command in his tone. For a moment, his gaze held mine, and I saw a flicker of… something. It was gone before I could name it.
"Well done," he said, his voice once again clipped and professional. He stood up, his towering form casting a shadow over my desk. "Be ready at 0700. We're inspecting the border."
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7.9
I was lying in the emergency room with acute gastroenteritis on my birthday, but my mother ordered me to rip out my IV needle.
She threatened to freeze all my accounts if I didn't show up to my adopted sister's high-society matchmaking party.
When I arrived, dragging my weak body, I caught my fiancé Julio protecting his mistress.
Worse, my adopted sister Billie framed me for stealing my own grandmother's heirloom earrings just to play the victim in front of New York's elite.
I refused to be their stepping stone and projected the evidence of Julio's affair on the massive ballroom screen.
In a rage, my father cursed me, and my mother slapped me across the face so hard my mouth bled.
During the ensuing physical struggle, my adopted sister, the mistress, and I all plunged into the freezing outdoor swimming pool.
My fiancé desperately swam to save his mistress, while my own brother rushed to pull my adopted sister above the water.
I stopped kicking and let my heavy, soaked clothes pull me down to the bottom of the black pool.
Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like garbage?
After a mysterious bodyguard pulled me from the water, I watched my family frantically wrap the other two women in warm blankets.
I didn't shed a single tear.
"I am no longer a part of this family. I never want to see any of you again."
I publicly canceled the engagement, turned my back on the wealthy estate, and walked away into the freezing winter night.
7.4
"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!"
The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls.
But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak.
She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father.
Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate.
***
Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed.
She thought he was her destiny.
Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders.
One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes.
Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming.
An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk.
For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing.
But fate had a cruel sense of humor.
The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed.
Because the man who destroyed her life?
The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands?
He was her fated mate.
Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him.
But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade.
"You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you."
And when he does?
He won't just cage her body.
He'll claim her soul.
7.3
Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess.
Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back.
Colder and older, acting like the past never existed.
Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate.
The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur.
Lukas never let go of the past.
Viktor never planned to face it.
But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
8.4
My love. My ruin.
Ashton Hampton saved me from my mother's scandal. I gave him my whole heart.
Then he told me he was marrying another woman for business. My role? His hidden mistress.
At our engagement party, his new fiancée accused me of ruining her brooch. Ashton didn't question it. He demanded I apologize.
The crowd attacked. He watched.
I climbed onto a helicopter and disappeared.
Eighteen years later, I saw him on a park bench—broken, hollow, begging for one more word.
I gave him two: “No comment.”
8.3
Two sisters born with unimaginable power but only one is allowed to carry it-allowed to rule.
Naidira Thornton lives her entire life as a shame to her powerful parents-an alpha without a wolf, a daughter without her parents' favour, a mate left unclaimed. When she is banished for a crime she is innocent of and replaced by her own twin in a marriage built in lies, the pack believes the weaker sister has been erased.
They are wrong.
The secrets pile sky high till a perfect Luna's crown and an alpha's authority shatters under bloodshed and betrayal, Naidira returns and triggers a chain of events no one can stop. Bonds awaken, wolves arise.
Power was never taken from Naidira. It was buried.
And when it breaks free, nothing-family, throne, or fate-will survive unchanged.