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The Alpha's Breeder: His Second Chance Mate

"The goddess has chosen you to carry my pup. This is not a marriage, it's just a breeding arrangement. You —" "I'm not interested in any of your breeding whatever —" "It's not a choice. It's either you do it freely or by force. You sure know I don't like my patience being tasted." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aria Kyncaid was mistaken as her twin, and was forced into having sex with the drunk Alpha Adrian of Moon Crescent Pack who chased her out the following morning. Her mum and her sister, Arya, accused her of stealing Arya's man. Heartbroken, she decided to leave the pack, Alpha Adrian was instructed by the priestess to find the girl he slept with, that she had been chosen by the moon goddess to carry his pup. Alpha Adrian found Aria in his pack and informed her of the priestess instructions. She refused and he threatened to force her into it. Aria had no choice but to follow him to his mansion. That night she shifted and discovered another shocking news — Alpha Adrian is her mate. With Aria near her, Alpha Adrian's resolve was threatened because of the growing feelings he had for her. Aria fought the mate bond initially, but as days rolled by, she found herself being drawn to him. Breeding arrangement was slowly becoming more when Arya, Aria's twin, struck with her evil machination, putting a rift between them with the excuse that Aria stole her man. Would Adrian defy Arya's schemes and reclaim her second chance mate and would Aria be claimed by her mate, despite her sister's evil schemes?
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Chapter 1

~ARIA~

I splayed my hands on the porcelain sink in one of the restrooms in the hotel, while sucking in several breaths. I hated crowds or going to events.

That was my twin's forte, not mine. Arya could kill to attend any social gathering, but I'd rather sink into my bed and read all day.

I had successfully avoided all partying within the pack and beyond. But on this day, my mum had sent me out with my twin so she could have a good time with her newest catch. More like she was punishing me.

I inhaled and exhaled. Crowds made me nervous. But I couldn't possibly stay inside this restroom while my bestie — Cora and my twin, alongside other werewolves had the fun of their lives.

The party was an annual party held at the outskirts of my pack, where all neighboring packs come together to have fun. This was my first time attending.

"I guess I have to blend in," I said to myself as I strengthened the gown I had borrowed from my twin and turned to go. I stumbled back in shock at the non-smiling, brutal-looking male figures in front of me. When did they get here?

"The Alpha is waiting for you in the room."

One of them said, more like growled.

My head reared back in surprise. "What Alpha?"

"He said we should drag you with us if you start playing hard to get."

Okay, what's happening? What were these guys saying?

"I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know any Alpha. I just —"

My sentence was stopped halfway as they dragged me out of the restroom. I made to run out of the door, but one of them scooped me on his shoulder with not much effort. I kicked and struggled to no avail.

Was I being kidnapped? Oh, goddess!

They took the elevator to goddess knows where, and before I could process it all, we were already in front of a door. The other one knocked lightly and the door was opened, following the flinging of me on the bed. Whoa!

Just then, the door was closed. They had left. Leaving me with...

I looked up sharply to see a very tall, broad-shouldered, slightly muscular, cute-looking, and oh...

Aria this wasn't the time to be checking him out.

Wait! Was that the Alpha?

His gaze swept over me lustfully. "Strip, and make it quick!" He growled.

My eyes widened in alarm. "I beg your pardon?" His dark-as-night eyes flashed through me. Even though I wasn't that close to him, I was still feeling the Alpha aura that radiated off him.

"You said you had the antidote to make me feel good like I had never felt. You kept grinding yourself against me downstairs, turning me on for the first time in so many years, and then you left, saying you were coming back." He smirked, staring at me derisively.

God! How could Arya seduce a man and bolt, leaving me to bear the brunt?

"It wasn't —" I started, but he cut me off.

"It's time for you to provide the antidote, and believe me, I am so going to deal with you mercilessly that you will scream this hotel down!"

My entire body shook at his words. What in the world was playing before me? Was I really about to be had in my sister's stead?

"Are you going to stand up and strip or do you want me to call my guards to make you?" He thundered, and that alone threw me off the bed.

With shaky hands and heightened breath. I peeled off my clothes. Soon I was only clad in my bra and pants. My heart kicked at the realization that I was naked in front of a man who wasn't my mate.

Oh, goddess! What's happening?

Right in front of me, he peeled off his tailored shirt and trousers, followed by his singlet and thongs. I squeezed my eyes shut immediately.

"Open your eyes now!!!" He thundered. My eyes fluttered open, my body shivering at the sight of his hard member.

"Do you think I am here to babysit you? Fucking remove those rags you call undies, get on the bed and spread your legs for me."

My breath trembled as I removed my undies, laid down on the bed, and spread my legs. He grinned at the sight of my exposed pussy. That action surprisingly sent cold shivers through my spine.

"Delicious..." He hummed before charging towards me like an avalanche.

He came upon me firmly, my slender frame disappearing under his magnificently broad frame.

"Please, go gentle." I pleaded as his cock touched my entrance, causing me to shiver again, my body instantly getting heated. What the hell was wrong with me?

He laughed hysterically again. "No way. You didn't go easy on me when you were grinding your body against me, now, did you?" His last word was hardly completed before he shoved his cock inside my pussy, not too rough but not gentle enough. I groaned, my hand flying to his broad shoulders as he started thrust in and out.

My body started twisting on its own accord as several gasps and moans escaped my lips. I didn't want this, but it was already having a sizzling effect on me.

"Oh, yeah. Moan for me, baby. Hell, I have not even started."

He went on and on, ramming himself into me deeper and deeper, the sharp pain I felt as he tore through my hymen was starting to subside. I panted heavily, still holding his shoulders. I closed my eyes, biting my lips to prevent further moans. As far as I was concerned, he didn't deserve them.

~~~~~~~~

I woke up to the furious shaking of my body. I stirred and my eyes opened weakly. I guessed I passed out when the thrusting reached its peak.

I caught sight of his murderous look and my eyes opened fully. "Good morning,"

"What the hell are you doing on my bed? You slut!!" His voice sent cold shivers through my spine, reminding me of my sore core. "And who told you I am interested in your stupid greetings?

"I... You..."

"I thought I told you I wasn't interested in your harlotry and seduction? How did you find your way to my bed!!!"

My head was raging at his thundering and yelling. Worse still, he couldn't even let me talk, after he had deflowered me.

"I didn't...

He laughed hysterically. "Okay, I get it. You sneaked your way into my room and finished your seduction, right?" He asked mockingly and my head reared back in utmost shock. The hell!

"You were the one that..."

"Oh. Shut up! I did nothing. Do you think you can take her place in my life? No lady will."

"Take whose place?"

That was the only sentence I was allowed to complete. I tried to hold her ground against the Alpha power that was radiating off him in waves.

"Adriana, my mate. She may be dead, but none of you whores can ever take her place. Now, get dressed and get your slut self out of my room before I tear you to shreds!!!" He thundered again, his fangs bared.

My eyes stung with tears and I allowed them to flow as I stepped down from the bed.

It wasn't enough that I was mistaken for my sister and banged. Waking up, he's accusing me of finding my way to his room.

The look of disdain in his eyes and my sore core, added to the flow of my tears, my heart boiling in hate.

Fully dressed, and temporarily unable to walk properly, I trudged my way out of the room, slamming the door in my exit.

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