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.
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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?
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Chapter 2
ON THE STREETS OF DELOS
The moon isn't out tonight, so it's just the best night for Orion's outing.
He hates the moon, the fact that it produces brightness is annoying, so any night there's a moon in the sky, he'd rather not come out.
Despite the fact that there's no moon, the streets are bright with different lights though, and people are jolting around.
Orion could be seen in front of a house, and immediately he halted, all the lights in the house went off, and he closed his always red eyes, relishing in the darkness.
His two hands were folded behind him just like his father's, and on the back of his left hand is the mark he was born with. Three red stars.
Dark flames surrounded him for a minute, and immediately they disappeared, he continued his walk alone down the street.
A lady suddenly came running, and she was so invested in where she was going, so much that she bumped into him.
Immediately their bodies collided, and she fell on the ground, DEAD.
Orion stopped walking and glanced at her body on the ground with his red eyes.
"Pathetic" his emotionless voice said, and a dog began barking at a distance.
For him, dog barking at a distance means someone is in danger and needs his help, but he's so not ready for that tonight.
He resumed his walk, but the barking came again, penetrating deep into his ear.
"Help me!" The faint voice of a lady came, and he stopped walking.
He vanished and reappeared in an alley, he saw a girl who was about to be raped by three guys.
"Who's this?" The one who looks like their leader said.
Orion looked at the crying girl who was almost naked before looking at the leader.
"His father is the wealthiest Honourable in this city, so it's better you pretend like you didn't see us, or would you rather join us?" The second one said.
"He's glaring like he'd cut off your head" the third one laughed.
"Cut off? I'm the son of Honourable Mazi, I bet no one can try to hurt me" The leader grinned, and Orion spread his left palm forward.
His red sword appeared on it, and he sliced off the head of the leader without thinking.
"Argghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The other two screamed, running off immediately.
The girl stood and took to her heels too.
Orion's sword returned into his body, then he picked up the fallen head and vanished.
The next place he reappeared was the Honourable's house.
He's in bed, having fun with his wife when Orion appeared in his room.
"Who the hell!-ahhhhh!!!!" The Honourable and his wife screamed at once
Orion dropped the son's head on the bed, and the wife fainted.
"Monster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Honourable screamed.
Orion vanished.
SPAIN, HERCULES VILLA
Samara was rapping loudly, dancing wildly in just her white towel as she entered the bathroom
Even after unwrapping her towel from her body, she still continued singing loudly, whining nakedly under the shower.
She was breathing heavily when she stopped singing, and she smiled knowingly before spreading her palm.
A hairpin from her room appeared on it, and she sank it into her palm immediately, hurting herself with it
"Oops!" She hissed, but she only had to wait one second, because the wound healed immediately.
"Whoa!!! Real hard girl shit!!!" She screamed.
She gets overjoyed like this anytime she uses her powers.
She has been this way since birth, just like her mother, but she hasn't learnt the use of her powers yet, and that's why it's only effective in the bathroom for now.
"Yes!!!! Yes!!!" She jumped around as she finally began showering.
She was done after some minutes, and immediately she left the bathroom, her mum was the first person she saw, waiting by the door.
"You scared me mum!" She held her chest.
"You need Mystic Institute my dear! You have to learn the use of your powers so you'd use them anywhere apart from the bathroom" Mrs. Hercules said, walking behind her.
"I already told you I'm not in! Mystic Institute? Somewhere in a local city where I won't use my phone? What'd happen to me if I don't listen to Megan Thee and Cardi B's songs? What'd happen if I don't go clubbing or outing? I'd die mum!!!" She shouted, removing her head wrap.
Her long white hair fell on her shoulders, making her look more gorgeous.
"This time, I don't need your opinion, you're leaving tonight" Mrs. Hercules said, and her eyes widened.
"What!"
"Pack your things" the woman replied and left the room.
"Mum no!!!!" Samara screamed.
"Daughter yes!!!!" Mrs. Hercules screamed back from outside, and Samara's phone rang on the bed.
She went for it, and she quickly picked when she saw it's Ruthie, her redhead bestie who's a witch like her. Her mum is also friends with Samara's mum.
"Sam! Mum is insisting that I leave for the boring institute tonight!" Ruthie shouted.
"The same thing is happening to me currently! I think they planned it together, let's escape and meet at the soda store" Samara replied.
"Deal, in twenty minutes" Ruthie replied, and Samara hung up.
It only took five minutes for her to dress up hurriedly in a short jean skirt and a sexy net top
She opened her window and got a ready rope from her wardrobe which she tied to her body and the edge.
She jumped down successfully and smiled.
"Mission accomplished!"
She ran out of the villa.
When she got to the soda store in 25 minutes, Ruthie was already waiting, and they stuck hands.
She's wearing the same thing as her, her red hair looking adorable.
"Clubbing?" Samara winked.
"Clubbing!!!" Ruthie replied, and they boarded a taxi which drove them to their favorite clubhouse.
"Whoaaa!!!!!! Booze!!!!" Samara screamed when they came in to meet streams of people dancing.
"Yes!!!! Booze baby!!!" Ruthie screamed too, and they went to the bartender before anything.
"Sidecar with extra shots of Grand Marnier" Samara told him.
"Of course!" The bartender replied, grabbing all kinds of stuff to start mixing their drinks.
He was smiling knowingly as he mixed, and when he was done, he handed them their cups at once.
They took it and had a sip at once, but immediately they did, their eyes started closing.
They couldn't say another word before crashing on the ground, sleeping off.
"Come out please" the bartender said.
Mrs. Hercules came out from a corner with Mrs. Reed, Ruthie's mum.
They have their packed bags with them already, and they exchanged glances.
"Don't miss me too much, Ruthie" Mrs. Reed smiled.
"You need this, Samara" Mrs. Hercules said, and they dropped their bags beside them.
Together, the mothers recited some spells, and the girls vanished.
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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.