One Night Stand. I Didn't Know He Was Powerful Alpha
"Werewolves are just a fantasy. They can't exist in the real world. You don't have to say such absurd things just to claim my son as yours. Alpha, my ass!" -- Noreen.
"You left me speechless, miss, and therefore you must take responsibility. I couldn't have sex with anyone after that night you marked me. Now, be my Luna, and I'll give you the world. Besides, even without a DNA test, he's definitely my son. He has a strong Alpha aura." -- Alpha Thiery. "He's my heir, the next Alpha of my pack!"
Noreen Winchester never imagined that her reckless, unprotected sex with a mysterious, charming man, on the night her ex-boyfriend married her cousin, would transport her to a world she had previously only considered a fantasy.
That one-night stand caused Alpha Thiery to lose all sexual desire after a beautiful, sexy woman bit his mark gland during a wild night at his uncle's bar three years ago.
His inner wolf claimed that the woman, whose name he didn't even know, was his mate. But the woman was a mere human, and it was impossible for him to have Luna, a mere human.
Then, after many years, the woman appeared before him again, with a boy who was every bit like himself.
The problem was, the woman was not only a mere human, but also incredibly stubborn, believing that anything related to werewolves, vampires, witches, and all supernatural creatures existed only in children's fantasy tales.
Alpha Thiery had to prove that he was a real being, not just a fairy tale creature. More than that, the child she bore was his flesh and blood, the next Alpha of his pack, and he had to have him. necessary, with her, too. Even if she was only a mere human.
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Chapter 1
"I'm... Uh... Pregnant."
Theodore and Maria Winchester exchanged glances. Confusion colored their expressions.
"Honey, it's not April," Maria said softly. "You don't have to make jokes, and even if it were, they weren't funny at all."
Theodore cupped his wife's hands on the table. He had studied Noreen's face as she spoke and knew that what his only daughter had said had nothing to do with April Fool's Day.
"Noreen, are you serious?" Theodore asked, his voice trembling. "How long has it been?"
"Wait," Maria said nervously. "What, oh my God, Noreen? You're really... Pregnant?"
Noreen clenched the hem of her dress tightly, until her knuckles turned white. Her chest felt tight and her throat dry. She felt her eyes burning with the tears she was holding back.
Preparing herself to say this embarrassing thing was hard enough, but seeing her mother's face turn pale and her father's face contorted in pain was even worse.
Noreen nodded, and as expected, Maria burst into tears. She shook in Theodore's arms. Noreen lowered her head, and a single tear fell onto her skirt, followed by another.
She dug her nails into her thighs, trying to keep her sobs from becoming louder and louder. She couldn't collapse now. This was just the beginning.
"How... no, who is it?" Theodore asked in a low voice. "Do I know him?"
It was a question that haunted Noreen for nights after she learned that life was growing inside her womb.
Noreen shook her head. "I d-don't know h-him. It was... a one-night stand, w-when I went to the club, on Veronica and Thomas's wedding night."
Maria's sobs intensified, while Theodore sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"W-what?" Maria whispered. "Is that true?"
Noreen nodded and wiped her eyes and wet cheeks. "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I am really sorry. I never want to disappoint you. I realize my mistake, and I will take full responsibility. I hope you won't ask me to abort this baby. This baby is innocent. I will give birth and raise this baby."
Theodore could see the determination in Noreen's eyes. His only daughter had always been stubborn since she was little, but she was also resilient and hardworking.
Noreen stood up. "I...will pack my suitcase."
Maria released her hug from Theodore in surprise and stood, taking Noreen's hand.
"Wait! What do you mean you'll pack your suitcase?"
The corner of Noreen's eye twitched. Her mother's tear-stained face made her heart feel like it was being pinched by an invisible hand.
"I-I'll go," Noreen stammered, then lowered her head. "I don't want to burden you with any further embarrassment."
Maria turned to her husband, who remained motionless. "Theo? Really?"
Now, Theodore stood up too. "You're not going anywhere, Noreen. You're staying with us, giving birth to the baby, and raising it with us."
Noreen was stunned. "Dad? B-but..."
Noreen had prepared herself to choose keeping her baby over her parents. She would leave home and find a way to take responsibility for her own carelessness.
But what she heard from her father was completely out of her expectations.
Her parents were well-known in the St. Orvalle neighborhood. Her father was a university professor and her mother was a middle school teacher. Many respected and liked them. Noreen didn't want that to change that because of what was happening to her now.
"There's no arguing," Theodore said. "You're our only daughter, and the baby in your womb is our grandchild, so we'll take care of you and the baby."
This time, Noreen couldn't hold back her tears any longer. Maria pulled her into a hug and patted her back gently.
"We're sorry, honey. If only we hadn't forced you that night..." Maria said, her voice choked.
***
Five weeks ago
"Mom, are you seriously asking me to be that bitch's bridesmaid?" Noreen asked, her eyebrows raised. "What were you thinking, Mom?"
Maria sighed. "Noreen, even though Veronica was guilty, she's already had her punishment. Remember how long she was sick after Lisbeth beat her? Come on, Noreen, she's your cousin, after all."
"I don't want to think of her as a cousin, and I have nothing to lose by losing a cousin as lowly as that bitch," Noreen hissed sharply.
"Enough, Noreen, don't go too far!" Theodore snapped. "It's important to keep our family together, and your business with Thomas should be over. Now's the time to show your big heart. In three days, you'll be her bridesmaid down the aisle!"
Noreen stared at her parents, angry, disappointed, and confused. How could they force her to be a bridesmaid for Veronica and Thomas, the people who had destroyed her dreams, her trust, and her self-esteem?
She and Thomas had been dating for four years, shortly before they graduated from college. It was Noreen's first relationship, and she loved Thomas sincerely. She believed Thomas felt the same way about her.
How naive.
Shortly after graduation, Noreen landed a decent-paying job in real estate, while Thomas took over the family business.
They started talking about marriage, and Noreen was excited. With the help of her best friend, Lisbeth, she began searching for vendors to organize her dream wedding.
However, two days before Thomas's birthday, when Noreen came to Thomas's office to surprise him with a lunchbox from their favorite restaurant, she was shocked by what she saw.
Thomas and Veronica, her cousin, were making love on Thomas's desk, amidst the scattered stationery and documents.
Noreen nearly vomited at the scene for a full minute, hearing Veronika's seductive moans and Thomas's groans of pleasure, before she snapped back to reality and, with full consciousness, threw the packed lunchbox at Thomas's head.
Two days later, when Veronica and Thomas, accompanied by Veronica's parents, came to Noreen's house to apologize, Lisbeth arrived and beat the cheating couple to a pulp.
No one could resist. Lisbeth was a national Taekwondo champion, and if it hadn't been for Noreen's intervention, Veronica and Thomas would probably be disabled by now.
Veronica and Thomas should have been grateful that Noreen was still motivated to stop Lisbeth, even though they still had to be hospitalized for three days afterward.
The incident strained the relationship between Noreen's parents and Veronica's-their mothers were sisters-until then, seven months later, Aunt Merly announced that Veronica and Thomas were getting married and asked Noreen to be a bridesmaid as a sign of peace.
Noreen couldn't fathom how her parents could accept that as a sign of peace? Had they been bewitched to the point that their logic was completely broken?
"Big heart, my ass!" Noreen snapped angrily. "You wouldn't want me to embarrass you by throwing up in their faces, because that would be too disgusting, would you?"
"NOREEN!" Theodore snapped.
Noreen's eyes lit up and she turned and went into her room. When she came back out, she was carrying a backpack. She walked past Maria and Theodore, saying nothing and even turning deaf when they called out to her.
On the night of Veronica and Thomas's wedding, Noreen put on her best evening gown, her newly purchased perfume, and grabbed her purse, winking at Lisbeth, who was staring at her with a wide smile in the reflection of the full-length mirror.
"Let's party, girl. I guarantee tonight will be the best night of my life!"
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9.2
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
9.0
I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."
7.5
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."
7.2
I woke up in a lavish bedroom, only to find a man built like a god of war chained to my wall, glaring at me with pure, unadulterated hatred.
A glowing apparition appeared and told me I had died in a car crash and transmigrated into the body of Elara, a tyrant Luna. Worse, the chained man was Ryker, one of my six fated mates whom the original Elara had brutally tortured.
Because of her sadistic crimes-starving them, exiling them, and sending two of them on a suicide mission-my affinity with them was at negative five hundred. The apparition delivered my terrifying death sentence.
"In three days, at the Marking Ceremony, you will be killed by your six mates."
No matter what I did-freeing Ryker, sharing my food, or lifting their brother's exile-they viewed every act of kindness as a sick, twisted trap. They were just waiting for the punchline to my cruel joke, ready to expose me and end my life.
I was just a librarian who organized book clubs and paid my taxes. Why did the Goddess throw me into this doomed vessel to pay for a psychopath's blood debts? How was I supposed to survive when the men destined to love me were actively plotting to rip my throat out?
Cornered by their righteous fury, I realized playing defense wouldn't work. I grabbed a dagger, sliced my own palm over the ceremonial stone, and swore a blood oath to bring their missing brothers home-or initiate a soul-shattering Rejection Ceremony myself.
7.2
The Royal Pack’s glowing moonstone token rested in my palm.
Before I could even process the miracle of my rebirth, my half-sister Alyssa snatched it right out of my hand.
"This destiny is mine, little sister. Enjoy your cursed Alpha," she sneered.
My family easily caved to her whining. They forced me to take her place and marry Alpha Kaelen, a man they called an insane, crippled monster with three feral adopted sons. They laughed, expecting his beast to tear me apart before the honeymoon was over.
Alyssa thought she was stealing my crown. She didn't know she had just stolen my death sentence.
In my previous life, that exact token had made me the Alpha King’s Luna. But I was just a convenient, disposable meat shield for his true human mate. I died agonizingly, choking on poison meant for her, while the King didn't even blink.
I lowered my head, forcing my shoulders to tremble as if holding back terrified sobs. I played the part of the pathetic, wolfless Omega they all believed me to be.
But beneath my fake tears, I felt a profound relief.
I remembered the Kaelen from my past life. He wasn't a monster. He was powerful, agonizingly lonely, and slowly destroyed by a dark magic no one understood.
I wisely accepted the marriage pact and walked right into his freezing manor.
I know exactly who cursed him. And this time, I will save him, protect his boys, and make his entire pack mine.
9.6
I was the devoted Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But he coldly rejected our sacred bond for a pure-blooded she-wolf, tossing me aside like garbage.
That was when a cold voice in my head revealed the horrifying truth.
"Your fate is to be rejected, a tragic footnote in their epic love story."
My entire life was a scripted prophecy controlled by a twisted entity.
According to the script, I was supposed to be locked away, my inner wolf withering from the broken bond until I died in agony.
The entity even confessed to orchestrating the murder of Alpha Gideon, the only father figure I ever had, just to keep our bloodline enslaved to this sick narrative.
I refused to be a ghost in someone else's happily ever after.
Why should my family die and my soul be erased just to serve a predetermined fate?
Instead of crying like the prophecy demanded, I tore my own soul apart to shatter the ancient Scroll of Fate, destroying the entity itself.
Opening my eyes again, I was back to being a ten-year-old child.
It was the exact day my lifelong trauma began.
"Do as I say, Elara. Do not make any more trouble for me."
My mother was trying to force me to take the blame for a bully, just to save her own reputation.
This time, I am writing the script.