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 6
"Baby Jon, take good care of your mommy," Theodore said hoarsely. "You're a four-year-old man now, so you have to be your mommy's protector."
Jonathan looked at Theodore with his golden eyes. He was holding a toy hammer, and after Theodore's words, he brandished it.
"I'll protect Mommy!" he said seriously. "Don't worry, Grandpa, Mommy will be fine with me."
It was amazing how, at just four years old, Jonathan was already speaking fluently without a lisp.
He was also forming sentences well, without any errors in meaning, and could pronounce them clearly.
Maria told Theodore that when she took Jonathan to school and sat him in the front seat of her biology class, Jonathan looked intent and serious, joining in, as if he understood.
Lisbeth was so convinced that Jonathan was a genius that she bought him an iPad for his fourth birthday and installed all the apps on it for math, engineering, art, and foreign languages, ignoring Noreen's nagging that Lisbeth was exploiting her son.
But, Theodore, Maria, Sandra and Jake--Lisbeth's parents--had the same opinion as her and Noreen could only surrender and silently felt happy for her lovely son.
Maria kissed Jonathan's plump, pink cheek. Her eyes were glassy and her chest felt tight. The scent of Jonathan's soap and baby powder would make her lonely after he and Noreen left.
"Don't forget to let us know when you get there," Theodore said, hugging Noreen tightly. "Take care of yourself and Jonathan, keep in touch with us, and don't hesitate to let us know if you need any help."
Noreen wiped her tear-stained cheeks and hugged Theodore, then turned to Maria, who was now crying too.
"I'll find some time off soon and come see you there," Maria said. She kissed Noreen's forehead. "Take care and take good care of my grandson."
While Theodore and Maria hugged and kissed Jonathan, Noreen and Lisbeth held each other tightly.
"I'll take care of my work here soon and then come to you," Lisbeth said. "Someone needs to take good care of you and my baby Jon."
Noreen laughed through her tears. She never expected the separation to be this hard, although it wouldn't be forever, and it wouldn't be as far as Africa.
When Noreen said she was moving to Ontario for her job, everyone had a different reaction.
Maria was shocked and worried, especially because of Noreen's plan to take Jonathan with her. She tried to negotiate with Noreen to leave Jonathan with her, and when that didn't work, she forbade Jonathan from sleeping in his own room or with Noreen and put him between herself and Theodore every night.
Theodore was silent. He was worried, but tried not to show it. But after that announcement, he always came home early from college to take Jonathan to the park and bought him toys and ice cream more often.
Lisbeth was different. She simply nodded, then called her father. "Dad, are there any open positions at our company in Canada? Give them to me. Noreen and Jonathan are moving there, and I can't leave them alone."
Noreen hugged Lisbeth again. "Don't take too long. I'll have a hard time dealing with Jonathan when he asks absurd questions I don't know the answers to."
Jonathan's face was already wet with kisses from his grandparents and Lisbeth when Noreen finally managed to remove him from Maria's arms. The boy remained calm and smiled faintly as usual.
"Mom, Dad, while I'm gone, don't make any more babies," Noreen said, before leaving. "Just adopt if you're lonely."
"You naughty child!" Maria said, pretending to hit Noreen. Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Take care of yourself, honey."
Noreen stared at the blue sky outside the plane window, thinking that now she and Jonathan were truly alone facing the world.
"Mommy," Jonathan called, touching Noreen's hand. "Don't worry."
Those simple words from a fourth-year-old touched Noreen. She reached out and hugged her son tightly.
"I'm not worried, my knight," Noreen said cheerfully. "I'm with you."
Jonathan smiled, revealing pearly white teeth and healthy pink gums.
The seven-hour-plus flight hadn't made Jonathan fuss at all. He ate and slept, watched cartoons, and chatted with Noreen.
The flight attendants and some of the passengers also spoke to Jonathan, complimenting his kind and polite manners, instantly falling in love with his smile and beautiful eyes.
When he finally got off the plane, Jonathan's small backpack had grown heavier from the various snacks he'd received from them.
Noreen had been given clear instructions on what to do upon arriving in Ontario, so she didn't hesitate, immediately catching a taxi from the airport to the apartment the company had provided for her and Jonathan.
Noreen got out of the taxi and stared at the Moonlight Haven apartment complex in awe. Jonathan held her hand tightly.
"Mommy, it's beautiful," Jonathan said, pointing to the building in front of him.
"Hmm, yes, this is part of The Golden Moonlight real estate, so it must be beautiful," Noreen said. "We'll be staying here for a year. Are you happy?"
"Uhm," Jonathan said, nodding.
Noreen smiled and led him into the lobby. Even the interior of the lobby was beautiful and elegant. He approached the reception desk.
"Good afternoon, sir," Nooren greeted. "I'm Noreen Winchester, and I was told that-"
"Ah, Ms. Winchester," greeted a middle-aged man. "I am waiting for you. I was told you'd be arriving today. I'm Larry Kellan, the apartment manager. Let me show you to your unit."
Larry was a friendly and talkative man. He explained a few things about Noreen's unit as he walked up to the eighth floor.
"This is it," said Larry Kellan, opening unit 804. "There are only four units on every floor from the eighth through twelfth floors. The rooms are big and spacious, even this handsome little gentleman can run around freely inside."
Gently, Larry patted Jonathan's head and helped Noreen load her suitcase. "Please look around, Ms. Winchester. I'm sure you and your handsome little gentleman will feel right at home."
"My name is Jonathan, sir," Jonathan said politely.
"Oh, what a lovely name," Larry said. "And are you going to school soon? How old are you?"
"He just turned four, Mr. Kellan," Noreen replied. "I wish there was a school nearby for him."
"Just call me Larry," Larry said. "You don't have to worry, Ms. Winchester. This apartment complex has all the amenities. There's a playground, a kindergarten, and a daycare center. A supermarket, a department store, beauty salon, sauna and spa, a 24-hour emergency clinic with doctors on duty, a pharmacy, a veterinary clinic and pet shop, even a public library, and several cafes, restaurants, and boutiques. They're all on the first floor of this apartment complex."
Noreen was amazed by Larry's explanation. "How many buildings are there in this apartment complex?"
"Three," Larry replied. "Each has fifteen floors. They all have the same amenities, the same design, and the same rental or selling price. The only difference is the color. Building one is predominantly dark blue, building two is tourmaline green, and this building, the third, is predominantly off-white."
"What a unique concept," Noreen murmured.
"Those colors represent the designer's, Mr. Thiery Bradley's, favorite colors. This is his first apartment project in London, and all the units were sold out within two weeks of opening," Larry said.
"Ah," Noreen said. "I see. When was this apartment built? The building looks brand new."
"Almost three years ago, not long after Mr. Thiery returned from his business trip," Larry replied. "Ah, I'm talking too much. You must be tired after the flight, and I'm just talking nonstop."
"It's okay," Wilona said with a smile. "I'm glad you explained so much, so I didn't have to bother asking. By the way, just call me Noreen."
"Well, Noreen, please take a break. You can call me anytime if you need any help," Larry said. "It's so nice to have you and Jonathan here."
After Larry goes, Noreen stood in the middle of the spacious apartment, feeling relieved. She would have been grateful for a regular two-bedroom apartment, but this was a suite level for her, spacious and fully furnished in an elegant, modern minimalist style.
"Mommy, can I choose a room?" asked Jonathan, who had just emerged from the room next to the balcony.
"Of course, my sunshine," Noreen said, approaching her son. "Which room do you want? We have three here."
"There," Jonathan said, pointing to the room on the right. "There's a painting of a large, silver-furred wolf there. I really like it."
"Oh, doesn't that scare you?" Noreen asked.
"No. The wolf has the same color eyes as me, so I'm not afraid," Jonathan replied. "You'll like it, too."
Noreen was stunned. Her heart was suddenly beating very fast.
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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.