My Stepson, My Mate
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?
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Chapter 2
Selena's POV
"Make way." I said coldly.
My voice carried so much elegance as my dress. The two pack warriors shivered and patted the way for me to walk through. I smiled warmly at the sight, just as it used to be over three years earlier, I walked into any room with my hand in Alpha Holt.
Admiration follows me! Disdain too! Jealousy and rumors, the heart wrenching ones. Here I am tonight, back to the origin of everything as the pack's custom demands.
"The Luna is here." A loud echo filled the room.
All heads turned in my direction and the eyes stayed glued on me just as I had suspected it would when I took a look at myself in the mirror.
My luck ran out again! That was my first thought!
My designer was running late. My phone had been blaring all day, the elders had called several times to remind me of how important my presence was this night at the Alpha crowning ceremony. What I didn't see coming was ending up in this red seductive dress.
I could smell lusts all around me, I felt naked even though I was clothed. The normal theme I had earlier prepared for the night was a simple blue dress that was to be delivered to me, I wanted to pair it with the provocative flashy makeup I had on already but when my designer didn't show up, I had to succumb to fate and wear my last resort, the strapless red silk dress.
"Luna Selena, please come to the podium."
I wished I could scream my lungs out that I would rather like to blend in with the rest of the crowd but how was that even possible when I needed to crown the new Alpha of Frostfang pack myself.
Reluctantly, I followed the elder and made for the podium. As I walked up through the stairs, I felt an intense gaze on me. Adrian Holt was dressed in a monochrome white suit and pants. He had his hair styled to the back making him appear older and more mature.
As our eyes met, my eyes instinctively shifted to his legs but it seemed to be fully healed now, it had been seven days since the game, he was an impending Alpha, the gift of fast healing was one of the perks of that.
"Luna Selena, please." Elder Jafar gestured towards my left, I made towards it and picked up the crown. This was the pack's custom, I had to personally crown Adrian regardless of our circumstances. Adrian sat in a regal white chair just as his ancestors, he had a bored expression on his face partly because I knew he couldn't wait for this part to be over, neither could I.
Elder Jafar picked up the microphone. He was a man in his late sixties but one of the richest werewolves in the country. He cleared his throat and immediately, the room was filled with silence.
"As the custom of the Frostfang pack, the widowed Luna crowns the Alpha and by the rules if they were not related by blood, the Alpha could decide to keep the Luna before he meets his mate," he paused slightly "so I ask you Adrian Holt, would you like to keep Selena Ward as....."
"No!"
Adrian's response came on really sharp. Elder Jafar swallowed the rest of his word and he quickly read the irritated gaze the rude brat threw him. For some awkward reason, I felt bad. It wasn't surprising that I got rejected like that but it hurt. Adrian wasn't going to hide his detest for me in any way.
"So if that was it, Luna Selena, place the crown gently on the Alpha's head." Elder Jafar concluded and he stepped aside.
My wolf felt like hitting the brat in the skull with the iron crown. Someone needs to at least teach him some manners.
I gently placed the crown on his head and applause rained loudly in the air. I knew I was done over there so I didn't waste any few more seconds before getting down from the podium. Many people were too focused on Adrian, the new Alpha, to care about a loner Luna that they were more than happy to be rid of.
I never had it easy as a child. I had the wealthy privilege, beautiful dresses,nice foods, best vacations but being tied to the werewolf clan was too tiring. I became rebellious in my teenage years, after fighting with my dad several times, he finally agreed to send me to the human community just as my best friend Elena to further our college education.
The human world was easier. I wasn't an outcast over there, I made friends, attended a few parties and successfully became a surgeon until one damp night when my father called. I was to return to the Frostfang pack for an arranged marriage with the Alpha who was twice my age.
Father had ran into debts, he was on the verge of bankruptcy and Alpha Holt promised to uplift him if only I would be his Luna. Against my wish. I became the Luna of frost fang pack and a stepmother to the young Adrian who couldn't stand my presence.
As I walked down the stairs. The memory of every hate I had to endure back then surfaced in my mind, the media wouldn't stop calling me a gold digger that left her career to be a wealthy man's mistress. I felt tears filled my iris, I knew they were going to trickle down so soon. I cannot allow that to happen so I rushed towards the backstage when I ran into a huge chest.
"Luna Selena." A deep warm voice called to me. I looked up to lock eyes with my favorite godson Raymond Darius, Elena's son. Just as Adrian, he was all grown up now.
"Oh my goodness!" I hugged him lovingly, "I didn't know you were back, Ray."
"I have been back for quite awhile godmother, but I was never a part of your priority, am I?"
I felt guilty, Raymond was right, I haven't thought of looking for him.
"My apologies son, how can I make it up to you."
"By dancing with me tonight maybe." He responded smiling.
I laughed heartily, the young boy was starting to flatter me.Dancing with a boring older woman when there were younger girls at the party.
"I only deal with saving lives in theaters, definitely not on a dance floor."
My smile faltered as I noticed his eyes twisted to something I couldn't name. But somehow, I understood. I had made a bad joke of saving lives when I couldn't even save my best friend, his mother.
"Let's take a stroll in the pack house together godmum, maybe for the last time." Our eyes met and he laughed "I mean you just got rejected as the Luna and I will return to Japan in a few weeks.
I gave it a thought, I think I needed this last minute tour. Raymond held out his hand and I took it. Just as I used to walk around with my late husband at every event. He liked to show me off as his young wife like a freaking trophy.
Raymond made jokes, he was funny. I felt relaxed with him. Elena had him at a very tender age, she was some years older than I was so technically, I wasn't grown enough to be his mother. I set aside my prejudice and decided to have a fun filled night.
We could hear the up beat of the music from the crowning party but we just couldn't stop gisting. People kept passing by and I was getting a lot of hateful states. They thought I had found myself another man to cling onto.
Raymond was good looking in his own way but I would never be attracted to him. Why would I when I practically raised him.
"I guess we should stay in the shadows to avoid their judgement gazes if it makes you uncomfortable."
I nodded affirmatively. Raymond was really a considerate person.We both stood at a shaded corner from the bursting light. Suddenly, I started feeling uncomfortable with our discussion. It was getting too intimate, I didn't like that the boy seemed to be hitting on me. Without prior warning, he pinned me to the wall.
My eyes were focused on his eyes. Strangely I couldn't smell any lust emanating from him and I couldn't smell anything different at all. I removed his hand from mine. I didn't come to my step son's coronation only to get smooshed by my godson.
I wasn't that much of a loose cannon.
I turned my back to walk out on him when I felt a powerful jabbing sound behind me. I turned around and saw Raymond smashed against the wall. Before I could make sense of what had just happened. I heard a deep voice call "mate!" before a strong tooth sank into my neck.
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8.9
The Moon Goddess gave them a bond-Adrian gave his heart to someone else.
For three years, Luna Mira has lived in the shadow of her trauma, clinging to the comfort of an Alpha who felt like safety. until a grieving widow arrives and exposes the truth. While Mira struggles to heal, Adrian risks everything for another woman, showering her with the affection and gifts meant for his wife.
After a brutal betrayal on the streets of France, Mira learns that being a mate is destiny-but being a Luna is power. If Adrian won't choose her, she'll choose herself. and the most dangerous Lycan King in the world may already be waiting to claim what Adrian foolishly threw away.
9.7
Some chains are forged in iron.
Others in desire.
Sebastian Kol has existed for six centuries. Cursed to burn alive in his own skin every night he transforms into a beast even he cannot control. He wants one thing. Freedom. And after five centuries of searching, a prophecy finally gives it a name.
Leilani Ravenwood.
She carries the mark of the moon goddess on her skin and a prophecy that brands her as his salvation. Her blood silences his beast, and her touch sets him on fire.
In the worst possible way. And in the best possible way.
Furious at the hold she has over him, Sebastian takes her, strips her of everything, and bends her world until it breaks, determined to own what the goddess dared to use against him. What follows is dark and consuming. A monster who has never met his match, and a woman who proves to be it.
But Leilani Ravenwood does not break easily. And somewhere between the hatred and the hunger, the punishment and the pull, the ancient beast begins to suspect the terrible truth.
The woman born to be his salvation may already be his undoing, his poison and cure wearing the same skin.
And he is running out of reasons to care.
7.1
On her eighteenth birthday, Melissa expected a fated mate bond and a future as Luna. Instead, she received a public humiliation that shattered her soul. Her childhood sweetheart, Kelan, rejected her for her best friend, and her own family sold her to the highest bidder like livestock, to Alpha Draven the Demon of Dark Moon Valley. He is a man twice her age, a tyrant who bought Melissa to break a dark bloodline curse. He expects an obedient pawn and a submissive wife.
He didn't expect a strategist. From the shadows of Draven's stone fortress, Melissa begins a cold-blooded campaign of revenge. She isn't just surviving; she's siphoning wealth, buying up her ex-mate's debts, and plotting a coup. But her plan hits a deadly snag when she touches Briston, the Alpha's son and heir. The spark is undeniable. The Moon Goddess has played a cruel joke and Melissa is fated to the son of the man who owns her.
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn.
His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side.
I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.
7.2
Christa discovered her adopted daughter Evelyn was sneaking around with a street thug named Dante.
When she furiously confronted her, Evelyn squeezed out a few tears and played the tragic, abused orphan.
"Mom is so cruel to me, I just want someone to love me," Evelyn cried to the men of the house, who instantly took her side.
Christa didn't realize her anger only gave the girl the perfect victim card. Evelyn manipulated the family's guilt to drain their wealth and orchestrate a massive corporate fraud.
When the authorities closed in, Evelyn let Christa's eldest daughter Julianna take the fall, sending her to federal prison.
The Stephenson family went completely bankrupt.
Christa's husband Grant, crushed by the betrayal and debt, jumped off a Manhattan skyscraper.
Until her family was entirely destroyed, Christa couldn't understand. They had given the orphan a home, a trust fund, and endless love.
Why did Evelyn treat them like easy marks? Why did she use their kindness as a weapon to tear them apart?
Opening her eyes again, Christa saw the heavy velvet drapes letting in the pale morning light.
She was back seven years ago, on the exact day she first caught Evelyn texting that thug.
This time, Christa wouldn't scream or fight. She would cut off the money, drop the rules, and watch the parasite dig her own grave.
9.5
After months of tearing the continent apart, I finally found her. Covered in mud and blood, raw from the river, I was a monster, a ghost. Across the street, June looked peaceful, utterly unaware.
Then, a man stepped out, shielding her with an umbrella, his arm a casual, possessive claim. My heart stopped.
I unleashed my Alpha aura; June shivered, thinking it a cold snap. Frankie turned, a mocking smile in his eyes. He knew.
Marcus broke ribs restraining my rage as June and Frankie drove away, taking the only light in my miserable world.
The 'Tabula Rasa' spell hadn't just erased her memory; it rewired her soul, making her immune to our mate bond. She saw an ordinary stranger. Her scent gone, preferences changed. Agony shredded my mind; my power useless.
My magic failed, but I had other weapons. "Buy the street. Buy the shop. Buy every property within five miles. Suffocate them with cash," I commanded. Tomorrow, I'd be Bren, a bankrupt man seeking solace, ready to reclaim what was mine.