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 7
Elara Thorne POV:
In the days following the incident in the woods, Alpha Kaelen's demeanor toward me grew even colder. The brief moment of professional respect we had shared on the border was gone, replaced by a rigid, impenetrable wall of formality. He spoke to me only when necessary, his golden eyes like chips of ice.
"You will accompany me to the monthly cross-territory summit," he informed me one morning, not even looking up from his paperwork. "Take notes. Stay close. Do not speak unless spoken to."
That evening, I found myself in a lavish, neutral-territory venue, a high-end club where the Alphas of the region met to trade threats and forge fragile alliances. I wore a simple, professional black dress, a stark contrast to the glittering gowns of the other she-wolves present. Their eyes followed Kaelen with hungry admiration, and when they saw me trailing in his wake, their gazes turned sharp with jealousy and disdain.
I kept my head down, my tablet in hand, recording key points of his conversations with other leaders. I made myself small, invisible.
But someone noticed me.
"Well, well. What have we here?" a slick, oily voice drawled beside me.
I turned to see a man with slicked-back hair and a paunch straining against a silk shirt. I recognized him instantly: Marcus Vance, the notoriously lecherous Alpha of the Black Creek Pack, a rival to Nightfall.
He let his eyes roam over me in a way that made my skin crawl. He took a deliberate sniff of the air around me.
"An unmarked female," he sneered, his voice loud enough for those nearby to hear. "Kaelen, you're getting desperate. Is this the best you can do for an assistant?"
My jaw tightened. "Alpha Vance," I said, my voice dangerously low. "I am here representing Alpha Kaelen. I suggest you show the appropriate respect."
His face darkened with fury. "An unmarked nobody dares to lecture me?" He reached out, his hand shaped like a claw, aiming for my arm. "I'll teach you some manners."
Before his fingers could touch my skin, a hand shot out and clamped around his wrist like a vise.
Kaelen was there. He had moved so silently I hadn't even seen him approach. A terrifying, glacial rage radiated from him, and his golden eyes were blazing with a storm of fury. The memory of his mate's perceived betrayal was a raw, open wound, and Marcus's actions were like salt being ground into it.
"Take your hand off her, Marcus," Kaelen's voice was a low, deadly growl, imbued with the power of his Alpha Command.
Marcus flinched, forced by the sheer power in Kaelen's voice to release me. He looked shocked by the intensity of Kaelen's reaction.
"Getting awfully protective of your staff, aren't you, Kaelen?" Marcus taunted, trying to save face. "What is she to you? Your new favorite pet?"
In one smooth motion, Kaelen pulled me behind him, shielding me with his body. The heat from his back seeped through my dress, a solid, protective wall.
He stared down Marcus Vance, his gaze promising violence. Then, in a voice that cut through the murmuring crowd and silenced the entire room, he made a declaration.
"She is mine."
The words hung in the air, electric and absolute. Everyone there heard the possessive claim of an Alpha over his property, a warning to all.
But standing behind him, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe, I heard something else. It was the raw, primal declaration of a male protecting his own. I was dizzy, shocked, and utterly terrified by the fierce, possessive thrill that shot through me.
"Alpha…" I whispered his title to his back, my mind in absolute chaos.
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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.