The Alpha's Forbidden Secret Fated Mate
I am an orphan taken in by the pack, and the powerful Alpha, Ryker, is my guardian. He is also my secret fated mate.
But next week, he is marrying another woman for a political alliance. While I was forced to help his fiancé pick out her wedding gown, Ryker cornered me in a fitting room and aggressively marked my neck, claiming me as his own.
When his fiancé almost caught us, his eyes turned cold. He shoved an unlimited black credit card into my hand, telling her it was just "charity" for his dead Beta's daughter.
Then, they drove away together, leaving me to take a grimy public bus back alone.
Back at the dorm, my roommate saw the unmistakable, possessive bite marks of an Alpha on my collarbone. Knowing my reputation was about to be ruined, I fled to a remote campus building to hide from them all.
But my adoptive mother's maid suddenly appeared at my door. She didn't come to comfort me. Instead, she delivered a chilling warning.
"Do not repeat the terrible mistakes of your family and the Blackwoods regarding the wrong kind of attachments."
I froze, my blood running cold as I realized I was under constant surveillance.
I thought Ryker's toxic obsession was my biggest nightmare. But what exactly happened between our families in the past, and why did everyone want me trapped in this beautifully decorated prison?
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Chapter 2
Elara Vance POV:
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. I scanned the massive office, my eyes darting from the towering bookshelves to the cold fireplace. There was nowhere to hide. Not a single closet, not a screen, nothing.
Ryker shot me a look, his finger pressed to his lips in a silent command for quiet. He took a deep, steadying breath, and when he spoke, his voice was the calm, measured tone of an Alpha in complete control. "One moment. I'll be right there."
His sharp gaze swept over me, and then it stopped, fixating on my knee. A small, dark stain of blood was beginning to seep through the fabric of my dress from where I’d hit the desk corner.
In an instant, a plan formed in his eyes. He moved closer, his voice a harsh whisper. "Get on the floor. Control your breathing. Settle your wolf. Now."
Confusion warred with the primal instinct to obey. My fear won. I sank to the floor, tucking myself into the shadows beside the heavy oak desk, wrapping my arms around my knees to still their trembling.
Ryker strode to the door, adjusting the collar of his shirt, a pointless gesture to erase a scent that wasn't there. He unlocked and opened it.
Seraphina and Moira stood on the threshold. Seraphina, stunning in a pale blue dress, offered a perfect smile that didn't quite reach her perceptive, icy-blue eyes. Moira’s face was etched with her usual motherly concern.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Ryker said, stepping aside to let them in. "I was dealing with an urgent matter."
Seraphina’s gaze drifted casually around the room, an almost imperceptible sweep, before it landed on me. Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second.
"Elara, my child!" Moira gasped, rushing forward. "What is it? Why are you on the floor?"
I looked up, letting my face crumple with a vulnerability that wasn't entirely fake. The guilt of deceiving Moira, the woman who had taken me in when I had no one, was a physical ache in my chest. My eyes filled with genuine tears.
Their attention was drawn to my knee, to the small, damning spot of blood. The air, scrubbed clean by the purifier, still held a faint trace of my unstable minty scent, now tinged with the metallic smell of blood.
Seraphina’s brow furrowed. She took a delicate sniff of the air, and her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She recognized the scent of a wolf in distress.
Before Moira could demand an explanation, Ryker spoke, his voice laced with authority and a carefully measured dose of self-reproach. "It's my fault."
He walked over and crouched near me, maintaining a respectable distance. "Elara’s inner wolf has been… active. It’s a sign of her coming of age. I was helping her with control exercises, using my Alpha's presence."
The lie was flawless. It was a common and necessary practice for an Alpha to guide a young, volatile wolf.
"I misjudged her tolerance," he continued, his tone filled with the perfect blend of a leader's concern and a guardian’s apology. "The pressure was too strong. She lost her footing and fell, hitting her knee."
Moira’s face softened with immediate understanding and sympathy. "Oh, you poor thing. Ryker, you must be more gentle."
I kept my head bowed, letting my long chestnut hair fall like a curtain to hide my face. I gave a small, shaky nod, a convincing portrayal of a she-wolf rattled by an Alpha’s power.
Seraphina watched us, her expression unreadable. The explanation was airtight, but I could see the doubt lingering in her eyes. She sensed that Ryker's "concern" for me felt different, more personal than an Alpha's duty to his pack member.
"I see," she said, her voice smooth as silk but with a sharp edge. "Elara is nearing her first shift. Training is indeed crucial. However, such guidance is usually handled by the Gamma or the battle trainer. I'm surprised you would take the time personally, Alpha."
Ryker rose to his feet, his composure absolute. "Orion was my Beta," he said, his voice resonating with loyalty. "My brother. It is my responsibility to look after his daughter."
It was the perfect counter. He cloaked everything in his unassailable duty to a fallen comrade, elevating his image from a mere leader to a paragon of honor. Moira looked at him with renewed admiration, any flicker of doubt completely extinguished.
Ryker turned his attention back to me, his tone shifting to one of public formality. "That wound needs to be seen to. Moira, would you please escort her to the medical wing? The Pack Doctor will take care of it."
He was creating distance, handing me off to Moira, performing his innocence for Seraphina.
Moira helped me to my feet. I leaned on her, limping theatrically, my gaze fixed on the floor. I didn't dare look at him.
As we reached the doorway, my eyes met Seraphina's for a brief, charged moment. Hers were filled with cold assessment. Mine, I knew, were filled with a pain and humiliation I couldn't hide.
The door clicked shut behind us. Inside the office, Ryker leaned back against it, his facade finally cracking. Seraphina walked to his side, her fingers trailing lightly down his arm.
"You are so good to her, Ryker," she murmured, her voice sweet, yet heavy with unspoken meaning.
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9.7
Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back.
Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status.
His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout.
Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him.
Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones?
Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.
7.5
Plot.
Synopsis.
Liora could never belong. The daughter of an extramarital affair, she had lived in the shadows, cut off from the rest of the family, and learned to fend for herself while surviving. Stripping gave her life now, but everything changed one wild night.
Two days before his wedding, Darius entered her club, craving for the last taste of bachelorhood, he pays Liora for a special dance which led to a one-night stand. Neither of them expected to see each other again or that Liora's long lost sister, Selene, was the bride waiting at the altar.
The one-night stand becomes a dangerous truth that must be hidden. Lies never remain hidden, however, and when Liora learns she is pregnant with Darius's child, silence may be not be an option for her.
Exposition.
Liora, a daughter born as a result of her father's infidelity with a maid, which resulted in the divorce that separates her from her big sister. Due to the family's financial difficulties faced while growing up and the consequent death of her father, Liora eventually becomes a stripper to put food on her table. Unknown to her at the time, she carried the hidden omega bloodline from her father's alpha lineage, suppressed by years away from the pack.
Inciting incident.
One night, she is hired by a man who is getting married in just two days and wants to enjoy his last moments of bachelorhood. She ends up having a one-night stand with him. The moment they touched, an undeniable mate spark ignited between them-raw, electric, and impossible to ignore-but neither understood its full power yet.
When Liora returns home that same night, she encounters an old man who introduces himself as the butler of the Blackwood family, tells her she has been invited to the wedding of her sister. This comes as a shock-Liora grew up knowing she had a sister, but Harlan never allowed them to meet. He carried that secret to his grave, and after his death, Liora stopped thinking about it. Despite her hesitation and doubts as to if they got the wrong person, she agrees to attend.
Rising action.
She arrives the night before the wedding , finds out she has been a daughter of the well known Blackwood family all along and learns the truth: it was her stepmother, not Harlan, who had always been against their meeting. The stepmother is currently serving time in jail for a minor business-related crime and her elder sister, Selene had her research done to find her because she wanted to reconcile with her younger sister and what better opportunity than a wedding. Liora also discovers that Selene is a sweetheart who had longed to meet her, but had been forced to stay away because of Ravenna's influence.
But then, another huge blow hits-Liora finds out that the man she was with last night, the one she slept with, is the man Selene is set to marry, Darius. She holds this secret to herself, haunted by the mate pull that now torments her every thought.
The marriage happens, and it all goes well. After that, Selene gives Liora a new path, far from her old job. She brings her into her home and starts to look after her. But soon, Liora finds out she is going to have a baby. With fear and shame, she hides this news.
Climax.
When Ravenna is released from prison, she is furious to find Liora living with her family. She makes it clear that she does not accept her, resenting her existence as a reminder of Harlan's infidelity. A few days later, Selene announces that she is pregnant too. Ravenna immediately becomes protective of her "real" daughter, which only deepens Liora's insecurities. She considers leaving before her secret is exposed.
But fate intervenes. An accident happens, and they find out Liora was pregnant. Since she was once a stripper, no one talks about the dad. But Darius, who knows they share risky secret, sets up a secret meeting for them to talk. He wants to know if he is the dad, and Liora says yes-but she will keep it quiet and plans to leave soon. In their tense exchange, the mate bond flares again, confirming what they both sensed that first night.
Ravenna,who happens to be at the wrong side at the right time ,overheard part of their talk. With doubts in her mind, she quietly does a DNA test between Darius and Liora's unborn baby.
The results confirm he is the father. Seeing her chance to drive a wedge between the sisters, she keeps the secret until the gender reveal party for both daughters. There, in front of everyone, she exposes the truth. The revelation makes headlines.
Selene feels utterly betrayed-by both her husband and her sister. She leaves Darius's house with Ravenna and sends divorce papers days later. Liora feels destroyed, her betrayal now public, and her pain is doubled when she learns Selene has lost her baby and is battling ovarian cancer, which requires an urgent bone marrow transplant.
Through her best friend, Dr. Thorne, Liora learns this. She gets tested and finds out she is a match , but her unborn baby stops her. Darius knows she got test
7.3
I took a pet-sitting gig at a luxury apartment, thinking my life was perfect. I was pregnant and engaged to Damien, a successful attorney who had spent seven years proving his unwavering loyalty.
But the moment I stepped inside, I recognized his cologne. Then I saw the photos. The apartment belonged to his mistress, Candace. She had deliberately hired me to flaunt their year-long affair and the massive diamond ring he had just bought her.
Candace even set a trap, calling the police to falsely accuse me of stealing that ring to completely destroy my reputation. But I turned the tables, using my knowledge of his habits to expose her perjury and their affair right in front of the detectives.
Furious that his flawless public image was ruined, Damien confronted me outside the precinct.
When I told him I was pregnant, instead of joy, his eyes filled with panic for his career.
"Shut up!" he roared.
He violently shoved me to the ground in front of a crowd of onlookers.
Blood pooled on the cold pavement. I lost our baby.
As I lay in the ICU, my heart turned to ash. He had spent seven years promising me a safe harbor, only to brutally murder our unborn child just to protect his own selfish ego.
I didn't shed a single tear. I used his overwhelming public guilt to make him sign over all his assets to me, then vanished without a trace.
A year later, I returned to New York not as the broken Addison, but as "Phoenix," the world's most powerful jewelry designer.
And I am here to personally put him in a prison cell.
7.4
I stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test, hoping this tiny heartbeat would finally save my cold, three-year marriage to Kayson Logan.
But when he returned from his long business trip, he brought the sweet scent of another woman's perfume, a brutal assault, and a divorce agreement.
The financial settlement was entirely under the name of his first love, Alyce Murray.
He tossed a box of Plan B onto the table, staring at me with absolute disgust.
"Take it. If you try to get pregnant behind my back, you will walk away with nothing, and you will never see that child."
The next day, I saw him at the maternity clinic, carefully guarding a pregnant Alyce as if she were made of glass.
His family mocked me for being a barren, pathetic loser, cheering as I was kicked out of the house.
He didn't hate children. He just hated the idea of having one with me.
My three years of devotion were nothing but a joke. He even ordered his men to hunt down the legendary underground surgeon—my hidden alter ego—just to save Alyce's complicated pregnancy.
Why should I risk my life to save the woman who destroyed my marriage?
I spat out the pill he forced me to take and signed the divorce papers without a second thought.
I smashed the multi-million-dollar diamond ring he gave me right at his sister's feet.
"Keep the garbage bought by a man who sleeps with other women."
Then, I walked away, ready to embrace my true identity and protect my baby alone.
7.6
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Aria Bennett is the perfect daughter, a decoration in her father's massive business empire. But for one night, she decides to break every rule. At a secret underground club, she meets Adrian, a man who knows exactly how to please her and awaken desires she never knew she had. They promise each other nothing but one night of pleasure and desire.
But when Aria wakes up to find him gone, leaving only a cold note behind, she thinks the fantasy is over. That is, until she walks downstairs the next morning to see the same man standing in her driveway.
Now, the man who knows her darkest secrets is her father's new driver. Forced to face him every day while pretending they are strangers, Aria is caught in a suffocating game of cat and mouse.
Adrian on the other hand is dangerous, cold, and hiding a secret that could destroy her father's empire.
And the closer she gets to him, the more she risks losing everything, including herself.
8.6
Temptations, a world of investigation, mystery, and the supernatural, unfolds through tales set in the Lovecraft County universe, where magic and science intertwine, magical families vie for power like imperial houses, and cosmic entities observe from the veils of reality. This saga, born from intrigues of power, mystery, debauchery, and passionate bodies, is a testament to this.
Tsuki, the man with red and white hair, is heir to a cursed lineage, always entangled in passionate affairs between men and women. Whenever his eyes meet, they reveal secrets that should not be seen.
His heart is always divided between forbidden passions and ancestral responsibilities. Throughout his life, his dealings, intrigues, and mysteries unfold, amidst love affairs, sex, and passions, as he becomes involved with his witches, each representing aspects of desire and seduction, bringing with them mysteries, intrigues, and dangers, amidst intrigues, love affairs, passionate affairs, darkness, light, and the entanglements of bodies and their moments of passion.
From masked balls to blood pacts, from living paintings to endless towers, Tsuki traverses scenarios that blend the cosmic horror of Lovecraft with the political intrigues of Dunes and space planets embroiled in political intrigue, where the magical atmosphere of magical worlds, amidst romances, is enveloped in conspiracy, each passion a prophecy, each choice a risk.
Temptations is more than a saga of love and magic. It's a universe of family intrigues, secret pacts, and cosmic entities.
While wandering among thrillers and detective cases, amidst the story of a man torn between temptation and destiny, between chaos and passion.
In the midst of embarking on a dark, mature, and captivating epic, where each page is an invitation to the abyss-and each temptation is a choice between living and being lost.
Tsuki was born under the reflection of this Mirror, his red and white hair a sign of the curse, and his eyes revealing secrets that should not be seen.
Still always involved, since he was a child, he was haunted by visions of witches and shadows, and each family saw him as a threat or prophecy, among demons and supernatural beings, in the midst of dark cities, warm beds, and his passions.
After traversing masked balls, blood pacts, living paintings, endless towers, and enchanted seas, Tsuki reaches the end of his journey.
As he embarks on stories that show the mirror, now broken into nine fragments, revealing its truth: every witch he loved, every intrigue he faced, every temptation that consumed him, was part of the same destiny.
In the final reflection, Tsuki sees himself-not as an heir, not as a lover, not as an artist, but as a bridge between worlds.
At various moments, he understands that love and desire are not curses, but forces capable of challenging even forgotten gods.