The Rejected Alpha and His Human Mate
"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck.
Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck.
Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death?
On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible.
Wait a minute!
She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her.
On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being.
This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic.
How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck?
"Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face.
Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something?
'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her.
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He is the all powerful Alpha of the wolves, dangerous, bloodthirsty and the archenemy of the humans but what happens when the moon goodness curses his fate by mating him to a human?
Would he lose his infamous reputation for her sake or go through eternal suffering by letting her go?
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Chapter 3
She felt the air as her body fell forward only to open her eyes to a strange environment and a pair of legs few feet away.
Lifting her eyes up the body in front of her, she jerked at the sight of the clam ones staring down at her.
Blinking down at the gun still in her hand, her lids widened and she immediately looked around, her heart thumping in her chest.
How did they get here from the...
"Wait..." She said in a strangled voice as she rapidly blinked up at him.
"Aren't you supposed to be..."
"Dead?" He finished off for her with a raise of his brow, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.
With a flick of his hand towards her, the gun in her hand disappeared into thin air, startling the hell out of her.
Scooting back in shock, she bit back a scream.
What in the name of juju was that!?
Trying to be brave, she struggled to glare up at him only to find his back to her.
"Gag her." He ordered in a cold voice she could only associate with his person.
In a blink of an eye, a sexy looking terrorist with piercings jumped into her line of sight, almost startling her out of her skin.
"What do you think you are doing?" She hissed at the enemy's back.
"Gagging you." The sexy terrorist responded with a lopsided mockery of a smile, his gold tooth glinting while she sneered at him.
"You can't do that to me! Get out of my way!" She shot out her hand and pushed at him before jumping to her feet and stomping her way towards him.
Her angry steps faltered when she saw a raise of his hand in the air and a swoosh of a flying fist at the base of her neck.
She would have been knocked down just now if he hadn't stopped it. Where did all her intense training go? How could she not feel the attack coming?
She felt goosebumps line her skin but she hardened her facial features before speaking with the courage she currently didn't feel.
"I don't know what magical powers you have but you will get me back to my people this instant!"
He whirled on her, all forms of amusement gone from his eyes.
"Really?" He snapped, clearly irritated by her stubbornness.
Gritting her teeth at him, she responded. "Yes. I am a high ranking member of the special force and you have no rights to kidnap me against..."
"I have every right!" He barked, suddenly right in front of her, forcing a hiccup to escape her lips as she looked up at him, her wide eyes rapidly blinking.
She wasn't sure she could get used to this strange show of magic.
"You are my mate!"
"I am nobody's mate...you psychopath!" She jabbed at his chest, her eyes wide with growing anger.
Someone hiccuped in the background but she was too busy getting angry to notice the silent commotion behind her.
"Are you some sort of animal going on about mating? And what the hell did you do to me with your occultic magic!?" She hissed, her eyes almost spitting fire at him.
"You lost the privilege to question me after pulling the trigger on me." He said calmly with a deadly undertone, his nose flaring.
"And you have no right to claim me."
"Oh I do!" He grabbed her hand and pressed it onto his chest.
Her throat ran dry as her startled heart started thumping loudly with the flow of weird tingles spreading through her body.
Her eyes brimmed with tears at how much she hated the way she felt about this enemy the moment he touched her.
She suddenly couldn't find the energy to hate on him as she whispered. "Why me?"
"You have lost the privilege to question me." He responded coldly with his eyes running through the contours of her face.
"Do you feel it?" He asked instead, his hand snaking around her waist as he pulled her closer to him.
Someone coughed in the background this time but she felt trapped in his intense green gaze that she couldn't even turn her head to see who was behind her.
"The moon goddess must surely hate me." He snickered, before leaning his head in to press his nose against the side of her head.
She found herself leaning in to him and hating herself for doing so.
"How on earth could she give me a human mate after all these years of waiting for my other half?"
After a few seconds, he withdrew, a conflicting emotion on his face.
"I... I don't know whatever gibberish you are spewing...all...all I want is for you to end this! End it!" She wished to scream but it came out a choked whisper instead with her eyes wide and looking into his.
He shook his head. "I can't."
Then he let go of her gently.
Gently; a gesture she would never expect from a brutal terrorist.
"I have waited my entire life for you." He said, his eyes pinned on hers before looking at the rocky ground.
"I don't care what you are anymore. All you have to do is to accept the mate bond and love me."
She opened my mouth to protest but her words got stuck to her throat.
"You cannot leave." His eyes snapped up to meet hers and this time they were a black pair and no longer green causing a chill to run down her spine.
"You are mine now and will accept me as yours."
"Your...your eyes...what happened to your eyes?" She stuttered, feeling the air being knocked out of her lungs.
It was then the panic she was trained half of her life not to feel suddenly knocked into her, almost crippling her as she looked around for an escape route.
For the first time since she opened her eyes in the new environment did she observe the surroundings around them.
They were somewhere on the border of her country and the endless forest.
How did they get here? What did he do?
She didn't have the time to ponder on the questions as she suddenly turned on her heels to run in search of a way out only to pause at the ten dozens of eyes staring back at her with conflicting emotions.
"Where do you think you are going, mate?" His voice made her heart quiver.
She needed to find a way to go back to base... a way to talk of her new findings about the popular terrorist...a way to make them believe he wasn't just any human.
"You can't leave us." He barked and at that, she suddenly tumbled, her knees meeting the stony ground.
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Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden.
Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss.
She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow.
"Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked.
Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love.
The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body.
They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely.
Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes?
To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild.
In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence.
But she wasn't going to cower or run away.
Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open.
The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.
9.5
Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.
7.8
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
7.6
I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.
But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.
The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.
They didn't.
Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her.
They let me burn to keep her warm.
When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages.
That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York.
By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them.
"Burn for it."