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 2
Noreen's POV
Handsome. Extremely handsome.
That's what I was thinking as he approached and sat down in the chair next to me, then, in his deep, husky voice, ordered a drink from the bartender.
I think he sensed my gaze on him, because he turned his head, raising the glass of blue liquid in front of him. His eyebrows raised charmingly, and I think my heart skipped a beat.
"So beautiful."
I leaned closer to him, seeing his lips move, but the noise around me prevented me from hearing his voice.
"I can read your lip," I said.
I saw his brow furrow as I almost touched his high nose.
"Oh, you're even more handsome up close," I said honestly. "And you smell good."
He chuckled. "You're so beautiful. And sexy. And you smell... I've never smelled anything so good."
"It must be my new perfume," I said with a smile. I pulled my bottle out of my bag and handed it to him. "Here. Don't waste it. I've been saving up for this for a long time."
He took the bottle of perfume, unscrewed the cap, and sniffed it. His nose wrinkled, and he shook his head as he handed it back to me.
"What? Why? You said it smelled good," I said, confused. Damn, why did I feel so hot standing so close to this guy?
"It's not your perfume," he said. "It's your body odor."
Oh come on, I was already feeling uneasy after the third glass and Lisbeth was nowhere to be seen among the crowd swaying on the dance floor, but this guy was saying things that weren't clear.
I grabbed my bag and walked past him, stumbling and almost bumping into a chair when a strong hand grabbed my waist.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked. "You can't be alone like this."
"Oh, then you'll have to come with me," I said, putting on my best smile. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"I'll walk you," he said.
He led me into a room that looked like an office and directed me to a door.
"This is the bathroom," the man said. "Take your time. I'll wait here."
I emptied my bladder and felt a little relieved afterward. Then I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror, chuckled self-deprecatingly, then exited the nice bathroom.
The handsome man sat on the couch and smiled as he watched me walk toward him. I plopped down next to him and exhaled sharply. The skin on my arm brushed against his, sending shivers down my spine.
"Life sucks," I muttered.
I turned my head and met his silver-blue eyes in the dim light of the room. Unconsciously, I reached out and stroked the thick eyebrows that framed those beautiful eyes.
"Your eyes are beautiful," I murmured. "Just like my Husky's."
The man took my hand and kissed it down my palm to the inside of my wrist. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and damn! My core was wet. Why did he look so delicious?
I guess the alcohol had washed away my shyness, because the next second I was straddling his lap, moaning into his hot mouth as his tongue tugged at mine in a wild dance.
His chest was so strong, and I could feel something large and hard pressing against my bottom. I squeezed his muscular chest through his shirt and shifted my bottom, feeling satisfied when I heard him growl into my mouth.
He unbuttoned my blouse, trailing kisses down my neck, and I guess he liked my neck because he seemed even more aroused when he nuzzled behind my ear.
"Ugh, how can you smell so good?" he murmured, kneading my breasts through my satin bra.
I moaned in pleasure as his fingers slipped under my bra and expertly played with my nipples.
I thought I knew what I had to do to repay him for the pleasure he was giving me. So I quickly unzipped his belt and zipper and grabbed his massive member beneath his underwear.
"Oh my God, you're so big," I murmured in amazement, kissing his broad shoulders as he continued to play with my neck. "I don't think he'll fit inside me."
He laughed and kissed my lips again. His hands moved from my breasts, lifting my skirt, and touching my panties.
"Want to prove it?" he whispered hoarsely. "You are so hot and wet. Maybe it will fit."
Uh, sexy, I thought, and without waiting, I stood up, so he could remove my underwear, then he pulled down his trousers and underwear. I was already throbbing intensely when I sat back down on his lap and he grabbed my nipple with his mouth.
"Aahhhn..." I moaned in my throat. "Hurry up, big man, you're making me thirsty!"
He laughed and his fingers rubbed me down there, making me gasp. "You're so impatient, baby."
I kissed his neck and as he entered me, I unconsciously bit his neck. He let out a long moan and, with my teeth still buried in his neck, he moved.
God, this must be heaven. I felt myself bobbing on a soft, fluffy cloud, scented like sweet caramel candy. I gripped his shoulders and moved with him, meeting each jolt that shattered my consciousness.
"Oh, baby, you're squeezing me so hard," he murmured, kissing my breast. "Very tight!"
"Aahhnnn... Harder, honey, ooh, I want you faster and deeper," I mumbled incoherently, struggling to handle the waves of pleasure that came with each thrust.
"Oh my god, baby, you're driving me crazy."
The more I moved, the harder he slammed into me, and I bounced higher and higher, until I felt like my stomach was going to split open. For a moment, in my ecstasy, I wondered if he was getting bigger inside me.
Then, a colorful firework exploded, sending me into a wave of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was so powerful and it wouldn't stop crashing into me.
He kissed my lips softly, stroking my hair, as I leaned against him, panting. I couldn't move, too weak from the overwhelming sensation.
This was the best sex I'd ever had in my life. Well, Thomas and I had slept together, but that was on one hand, less than ten times in our four years together, and he couldn't wait for me.
Thomas just kissed me, touched me carelessly, and entered me quickly, in and out even faster, and then it was over, before I even started to get aroused.
But I loved him enough to accept that kind of sex. I guess, at the time, I was just lying to myself, believing that sex wasn't everything in a relationship.
This man, who was now carefully laying me down on the sofa, straightened my dress, even put my underwear back on, and wiped the sweat from my forehead with a tissue,
made me realize that Thomas just gave me a completely uninteresting sexual experience.
He hugged me and kissed the tip of my nose, giving me a look that made me blush.
"I've never met a woman like you," he said, half-muttering, as his index finger traced my face from my forehead to behind my ear. "You... are amazing."
I smiled and smacked my lips, feeling thirsty. "I need a drink."
He nodded and kissed my lips, then got up and straightened his clothes. "I'll get you a drink. Take a nap while I wait. I won't be long."
Wow, he even took care of me after sex, which was another thing Thomas never did for me.
The bastard would just roll over and snore, leaving me to hug myself.
My phone rang just as I was about to close my eyes. I got up and grabbed my bag from the table. Lisbeth's name flashed on the screen.
"Hello," I said lazily.
"Noreen! Where are you? Come here, to the parking lot, if you want to go home with me, or you'll walk all the way to my house!" Lisbeth barked fiercely.
"Shit! I'm on my way! Wait for me!"
Wasting no time, I grabbed my shoes and ran out of the room. As I ran, I remembered that I didn't even know the name of that amazing man.
Damn!
Never mind.
I was more worried about Lisbeth's threat to leave me home with my legs feeling like they'd turned to jelly.
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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.