The Prime Alpha's Rogue Mate
Sasha was beautiful, kind, strong-and wickedly funny-until the night everything was taken from her.
She watched helplessly as her family and pack were slaughtered by their enemies, the Shadowmoon pack. Her father, the Alpha. Her mother, the Luna. Her home, the Whitemoon pack-gone in blood and fire.
With nothing left but rage and grief, Sasha makes a vow: she will avenge her family, even if it means turning her back on pack life and becoming a rogue.
Damien is the Alpha Prime-the Alpha of all Alphas. Cold, ruthless, and unforgiving, he rules the Nightstone pack, the strongest pack in existence. Known for his merciless treatment of rogues and trespassers, Damien is feared across all territories. At twenty-five, he remains mateless-an anomaly in the werewolf world. Many believe the Moon Goddess has spared any wolf from being bound to such a heartless Alpha... or so they think.
Two broken souls. One ruthless destiny.
What happens when a vengeful rogue crosses paths with the most dangerous Alpha alive? And what twisted fate has the Moon Goddess planned when enemies, power, and passion collide?
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Chapter 6
Sasha's POV:
Two days!!! It's been two freaking days that we have been sitting in this cell holding or dungeon. Also , it's been two days since I found out that this idiot wolf is Mel's mate. No wonder she didn't care. It's also been two days since I found out that the wolf is the Beta of this pack and his name is Noah. But that was all there is, besides coming down to bring us food, he didn't say much. I know he only came down to check on his mate, not that he would admit it because he could have just sent any random wolf to do the delivering rather than do that himself. And Mel being Mel, she wouldn't give in easily. Although, she keeps telling me in private after he leaves that the mate bond keeps pulling her in, I was so happy for my best friend, she deserves someone.
'Hey Mel', I called out for her. Yeah, the cell is big, but not too big, just enough room to fit a queen size bed into. 'Yeah, what's up?', she replied. 'What's going to happen when the Alpha comes? You think he is going to just let me leave? I mean I'm harmless and of course you are going to stay. I am not going to let you come with me and leave your mate. No arguments there and that's final.' I said to her using my Alpha's voice, thus shutting her up.
After a few silent moments... 'Will we still be seeing each other, you are the only family I have left now.' I asked again, with tears falling down my face, I swear I can be such a cry baby at times. 'Well, I think we should ask the Alpha if we can both join his pack, you are also the only family I have now. I'm not even sure if Kyle is still alive or not.' Mel said to me, also crying. I think talking about Kyle made her emotional, I mean, who wouldn't be. 'It will be okay Mel, I'm sure of it. We will figure something out like we always do, when we get to that bridge.' I said with a smile.
It was the fourth day... I mean 1,2,3,4 whole days. We were sleeping when we suddenly heard a loud bang, forcing Mel and I to sit up on the bed. All we were hearing was footsteps, like a whole lot of them, then BAM, a nice smell suddenly hit me. It smells woodsy like the forest during the raining season mixed with a hint of morning dew and olive. It smelled so divine. Then the beta, Noah opened the gate... oh shit, I think he is here, the Alpha... a freaking tall man walked in, maybe 6 " 6 or even taller, very handsome face, sandy blonde/brown hair with ocean blue eyes.
I looked into his eyes and I was mesmerized. Everything stopped and it was as if it were just the two of us in the room. I was so sucked in by his beautiful eyes that I didn't realize that I had walked up to him and cupped his cheeks, with a huge smile on my face. My wolf was busy jumping up and down, saying Mate!! Mate!!, he is so damn gorgeous. He then grabbed my hands away from his face forcefully and pushed me away, making me fall on my ass. After, he stomped out of the cell, right up the direction he came in from. I was speechless, like what just happened? Did my mate just reject me? I was so confused. 'No don't think like that, don't say that. He loves us, he wouldn't hurt us. He will definitely protect us.' my wolf said, trying to comfort me. 'Uhmm, I don't think so Lina, you saw how he reacted when I touched him. He pushed me away and I fell on my ass. That is not a good sign, I don't think he wants us.' I replied back.
Everyone left along with him. My heart hurts so much though, but then, it's not like I had never felt pain before so this is nothing new. 'Mind telling me what just happened, like you just waltz up to the Alpha and grab his face with a full blown smile... Sasha?, Mel asked me. I wiped my tears and turned to face my best friend, 'turns out the big bad Alpha is my mate', I said with a fake smile.
Hoping my best friend would buy it, rather she walked up to me, 'oh babes, I'm so sorry', she said while giving me a hug. 'I'm okay Mel, I really am. Nobody wants someone who is broken with baggage. I mean, come on, I got a Psychopath that is after me, hurting and killing everyone and everything that will get in his way all because he wants some stupid pups with strong Alpha blood, so it's best it stays like this so nobody gets hurt.' At this point, I was crying once again. 'Ooh Sasha, stop crying. He is definitely dumb if he can't see what a wonderful person you are, it is his loss.' She said, while trying to console me.
We eventually fell asleep.
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9.6
~ Ducan: Demon King ~
My kingdom teeters on the edge of ruin, my race standing at the brink of extinction. The throne of Hell itself trembles beneath me, its power slipping from my grasp.
Only one salvation remains-
A maiden blessed by the gods, born once in a century. Pure. Untouched. Marked by fate to bear the seed of a king.
To reclaim my strength and bind the realms of Hell to my will, I must claim her. She will become mine-whether she surrenders in devotion or resists with every breath.
Her body will cradle my power. Her womb will secure my throne.
And once my eyes have chosen her... there is no escape.
8.7
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8.7
Aiden is the Bloodhound the Council's most feared assassin, a vampire prince whose soul has been hollowed out by centuries of shadow and state-sanctioned slaughter. Elena is a Seer of the Vance line a woman of the mountain whose silver flame was meant to heal, not to spark a revolution. When their paths collide in the high spires of a corrupt capital, they don't just find love; they ignite a war that spans from the depths of the Sunken Vaults to the spectral currents of the Forbidden Coast.
Now, fleeing the ruins of a broken empire, they carry the ultimate secret: Caelum, a child of the Harmony. Born during a solar eclipse, he is the Third Way a hybrid heir with the power to either unite the warring forces of light and dark or become a beacon of chaos that levels the continent.
With the mechanical genius of a mad inventor, the iron will of a blacksmith's son, and the cryptic guidance of a five-hundred-year-old Oracle, Aiden and Elena must protect their son from enemies both ancient and new. From the obsidian breach-engines of the Council to the void-stained magic of Lyra, the first fallen Seer, the hunt is on.
In a realm where blood defines destiny, can a monster become a father? Can a healer survive the abyss? And when the choice comes to sacrifice half of his soul, will the Child of the Harmony have the strength to forge a new dawn?
7.8
Alpha Varos, the beast they chained and bound in the darkest cell deep under the Haralth tower for a century,
Calyra Veyne the woman they never meant to awaken him.
Calyra the daughter of the Tidecliffs' Alpha, was presented to marry the usurper High King, Alpha Therion. To strengthen her father's pack. But when her cursed flame was revealed - a mark lowlier than even an omega wolf- she was rejected, humiliated, her mother killed, pronounced as a sex slave and she was thrown into the cell of the brutal, silent beast.. A man locked away from the world from over a century, the most powerful Alpha King in history, but her scent calls to what's left of his soul.
A ruthless Alpha, An unquenchable sexual heat.
Fated and Chained to the Beastly Alpha King is the dark romance you'll never recover from.
8.4
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
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.
7.4
Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument.
Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes.
I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss.
I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor.
"Nature will clean up the mess,"
Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat.
The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life.
But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014.
I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.'
This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats.