My Shapeshifter Mate:Falling for My Cursed Superior
His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their life. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother and till he finds the killer of his brother, he's forever bound with the curse. He's avoided like a plague, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He is a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard. The only child born under Three Red Stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He is soulless-Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric, who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings, located deep in the fogs of Mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came.
Samara Hercules, a whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly she is not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her and that builds a toxic hatred in him for Samara.
He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore.
Let's stop here....
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Will Samara ever escape him and his tortures
Will romance ever bloom between these two?
Will his curse ever get lifted?
Will the real killer ever show up?
And are you in for the steamy romance, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces?
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Chapter 1
AT MOUNT DELOS, MYSTIC INSTITUTE
The time is 7pm, so it was already dark when Agatha barged out of her room angrily, her eyes beaming several colours as she raged down the wide corridor.
The disciples in the corridor knew better than to be caught on her way, so everyone began stepping aside, and the ones who were chatting in groups stopped their chats to turn their attention to her.
Who pissed her off?
Some steamy fight coming up!
It's sure she's going to Ceres!
As predicted, Agatha got to Ceres's door and pushed it open with her eyes, and her eyes changed colour to deep green as a result.
The opening was so violent that the metal door broke into two, and the two parts fell heavily on the ground.
Agatha stepped on the two as she entered the room, meeting Ceres who was just coming out of the bathroom with just a towel tied to her chest.
"You broke my door again? Agatha!!!!" She yelled, and her eyes changed colour too. Deep green just like Agatha's.
"My white bra is missing from the clothesline. You're the only one who used the clothesline today too. Give back my bra before I make you regret ever stealing!" Agatha demanded, not leaving her spot.
By now, over fifty disciples are by the door, watching the drama that'd soon turn into a steamy battle.
It's not new, Agatha and Ceres are the worst enemies in the institute, and something must surely cause a fight between them every day.
"And what gave you the assurance that I stole it" Ceres smirked.
"I'm the only princess in this institute, so everything I own is bound to catch your attention cos there's no way you can afford that bra! Give it back!" Agatha yelled, her eyes becoming greener.
"You're a princess, I'm not denying that, but this isn't your palace! This is Mystic Institute and so far you're in here, we're all disciples! Stop being so cocky cos your kingdom is not even that wide, stupid girl!" Ceres said spitefully.
"Repeat that" Agatha raged.
"Stupid girl!!!" Ceres yelled, and Agatha walked just three steps to her. She leapt into the air and did a 360 turn before landing a kick on Ceres's face.
Ceres went crashing into the wall, and some of her bones surely broke cos it was impossible when she tried to stand, so she directed her eyes to the broken door.
She lifted it easily, sending it to Agatha, but Agatha dodged it skillfully, and the metal went into the wall.
By now, Ceres already set her broken bones, so she stood and sped to Agatha, grabbing her by the throat sharply.
"Ahh! Let go of me!" Agatha struggled, bleeding from the corner of her mouth.
"You started this" Ceres smirked, and her nails grew long, digging into Agatha's neck.
"Arggggghhh!!!!" Agatha cried.
Raven and Krishna came in at that moment, and Raven's eyes widened.
Raven is Ceres's elder brother while Krishna is his best friend.
"Just leave them, their fight is always fun to watch" Krishna said, crossing his arms calmly on his chest.
"You're insane" Raven muttered and ran to the scene to separate them, but even though Agatha is on chokehold, she released two sharp arrows from her green eyes, and before Raven could dodge, the two penetrated his chest, sending him to the ground unconscious.
"I warned you" Krishna muttered.
"Cat, is he still alive?" He asked, and a small black cat jumped out of his trousers pocket, landing on Raven's chest on the ground.
"Yes, he's still breathing" Cat talked.
"Great" Krishna smiled, and Cat returned to his pocket as he resumed watching the fight.
"How dare you hurt my brother!!!" Ceres yelled angrily.
"What are you gonna do?" Agatha smiled wickedly, and when Ceres made to attack her, Agatha snapped her fingers, and time stopped.
Everyone in the room stopped moving and came to a standstill except her.
"You're dying today, Ceres" she smirked, spreading her palm.
A sharp kitchen knife appeared in her hand, and she raised it to stab Ceres when someone appeared, snatching the knife from her.
Time started running again, and everyone began moving.
"Master!" Agatha's eyes widened when she saw who it was
It's Master Duran, dressed in his black cloak which even covered his head, leaving out some strands of his long hair though.
He's expressionless as usual, and Agatha quickly went on her knees with everyone else at the door.
"Greetings, master!" They chorused.
"How dare you mess with time just to hurt others! You think it's fun?" Master Duran demanded.
"She stole something from me, master" Agatha replied.
"I never stole anything! She's lying!" Ceres shouted, and Peony rushed into the room.
"I'm so sorry Agatha, I mistakenly packed your bra with my clothes" she said, raising the white bra adorned with pearls.
"See? You just needed a reason to fight me as usual, and that's why you came here straight without investigating" Ceres said.
The bell for the practice assembly rang from the ground, and Master Duran folded his arms behind himself.
"To the assembly, everyone except Agatha" he ordered, and everyone rushed out of the room including Raven who was just waking up.
"Go call Orion in his room" Master Duran ordered, and Agatha gasped.
"Superior Orion hates when his privacy is disturbed! He'd hurt me!"
"And that's your punishment for what you just did, you have five minutes to bring him to the assembly or you'd have to spend five minutes in the Beastly Territory" Master Duran replied before vanishing.
TWO MINUTES LATER
Agatha got to Orion's door and took a deep breath, taking a good look at it.
Three things were written on the door with Orion's blood.
DO NOT KNOCK
DO NOT COME IN
NO NOISE AROUND
She swallowed before raising her shaky hand to the door.
She'd just do it and receive punishment from Orion himself cos spending five minutes in the Beastly Territory is a death sentence.
After her third knock, no sound came from the room, so she slowly pushed the door open, and there was nothing but darkness in the room as usual.
The lights aren't on, Orion hates brightness.
"Super..ior... Orion, your attention is...
She was still talking when the lights came on suddenly.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed, falling fearfully on her butt.
The room is empty, he's not in.
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7.1
I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
8.4
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
7.6
He hated my gut!
I detested his arrogance!
I was supposed to be his ex-stepmother,but I hated pack politics and returned to the human community after Alpha Holt's death.
I was forced back to heal the wounds of the one that hated me the most, my stepson Adrian.
To the world he was the famous NHL golden boy of hockey and to the Frostfang pack, their feared Alpha.
But the moon goddess had another plan.
On the night he was crowned as Alpha, his father's mark faded from my neck and Adrian's mate bond burnt harshly on my skin. But fate wasn't done yet.
We were expected to team up to fight a common foe when we could barely stand each other.
Was our fate strong enough to overcome physical hatred?
7.1
I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive.
Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice.
"It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison."
She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole.
I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath.
Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him.
"I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."
7.0
I was the fated mate of Ryker Blackwood, the future Alpha, but my lack of an awakened wolf made me a pathetic joke to his pack.
Instead of protecting me, he publicly rejected me, chose the manipulative Lilith Vane as his Luna, and locked me in a freezing dungeon.
While the entire pack cheered for their final mating ceremony above, I rotted in heavy chains below.
When a rogue attack killed our unborn pups, I reached out to him in agony, but his voice through our fading bond was like splintered ice.
"Our pups are dead. Don't bother me again."
He didn't care at all. The casual dismissal shattered my inner wolf, and I died in that filthy cell, suffocating on my own despair and a hatred so potent it burned through my last breath.
Until my last moment, I couldn't understand why my absolute devotion was met with such cruel betrayal, and why my fated mate let our children die without a second thought.
Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the dungeon.
I was back in my seventeenth year, choking on the icy water of the lake Lilith had just pushed me into.
Seeing Ryker's arrogant sneer and Lilith's fake concern on the shore, I didn't cry or beg for his attention like I did in my past life.
This time, I would publicly sever our sacred bond, awaken my true Alpha bloodline, and make them pay for every drop of my blood.
9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.
When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.
I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.
I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.
The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?
Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?
As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.
The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."
Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.