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 4
"Stop this madness I beg of you!" Her throat was getting hoarse and her voice rougher as she kept screaming her way down the forest.
"You can't do this to me! You simply can't!" Her wide eyes were raw red as she glared at his side profile.
Sighing, he turned back to face her and for a moment, she felt they would bump into the bark of a gigantic tree and die off.
"The track! Road! Focus on the road!" Her eyes grew wider.
Chuckling, he gave her a wink and turned back to face the road. "Do you care about me now?"
Barking out a laughter of disbelief at her situation, she hissed a curse at him beneath her breath before easing into the chair, with her hands now cuffed right in front of her.
Where the fuck was he taking her?
"We are going to my pack." He said and a new wave of terror hit her.
"Were you listening to my...my thoughts?" She whispered with shaky breaths.
"Your thoughts? Pffft." He turned to face her again, his now green eyes glinting with mischief.
"Were you thinking about me?"
"You are a crazy bastard! Let me go!" She yelled, frantically waving her hands about in the air.
With an irritated sigh from him, she felt herself jerk forward as he pressed the brakes of the gigantic monstrosity of a vehicle he was riding on.
Breathing heavily, she turned to face him with anger and hatred in her eyes.
"I should have gagged you."
"Fuck you!" She screeched, her throat going raw as her voice ceased.
"Gladly, but with your consent, mate." He snickered.
Was this really the terrorist she and her team have been hunting down?
Why did he look...feel so...so boyish and free and EVIL!
Yes, he is evil! Hence the reason for her kidnap.
"My people will come for me." She threatened and turned away from him towards the window, not wanting to hear what else he had to say.
"Your name. What is your name?"
Snapping her head back to face him, she spat out the name she has been used to being called almost all her life.
"Number 389."
"Ho..." He opened his mouth to speak but a knock on his side of the window paused all words in his throat.
It was the sexy guy from earlier.
"Is there a problem, Alpha?" He asked, poking his head in and letting his eyes scan all over her body and chair like she would suddenly produce a weapon to attack his leader.
She gladly would though, if she wasn't bound.
"No."
There was a moment of silent communication that she could not understand and suddenly the sexy guy started nodding before backing off.
"You can keep me against my will all you want, but you will never force me into doing your biddings."
"Is that so?" He asked with a crooked grin and the infuriation in her chest grew even higher, bubbling like a venom at the back of her throat.
She was ready to spew it at him at any moment when he suddenly leaned closer, their breath mingling in the gradually hot air between them.
"Stay back, stay back! What do you think you are doing?" She asked, her eyes wide and searching his now black ones.
"Claiming you as mine."
His voice was deeper now and the aura was far different from when he was green eyed.
"You..." She pushed out her cuffed hands at him as her eyes grew even wider from the shock of the realization hitting her.
"Are you real? You are real! What souls have you eaten up you wizard?" She asked, fighting so hard to merge into the car seat.
How did his eyes go back to being black?
"Please stop! Stop this witchery!"
He paused midair and blinked, his eyes now back to being green with a fleeting emotion of hurt.
"I am not a witch, mate." His head tilted to the side but she just turned her head away and faced the window.
"Mate?"
She flinched when she felt his cold fingertips brush against her skin.
"Get. away. from. me." She hissed and pressed her forehead against the window.
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"We are here."
She blinked her eyes open at the entirely new city before her, surrounded by the thick forest trees.
"Where are we?" She asked, turning back to look at him, an action she regretted instantly.
She tasted fear at the back of her tongue when she met his half green and half black eyes. His emotion was unreadable as he looked straight ahead.
"My pack." Was his casual response.
"Your...your what?" She stuttered, swallowing almost immediately.
Dragging his eyes to meet hers, the corner of his lips kicked up. "Welcome to my pack, mate."
"Come..." He extended his hand towards her but she only glared at it before glaring back up at him.
"Do you have some kind of animal spirit possessing you or something?"
Shrugging, he pushed the car's door open and stepped out. Almost immediately a pack of wolves rushed out of the surrounding trees towards him.
"WATCH OUUUTTT!" She yelled out of panic before snapping her mouth shut and chiding herself for caring about his wellbeing.
"You can fucking get torn apart for all I care." She hissed only for her jaw to drop when all ten wolves skidded to a stop and bowed to him in submission.
"Wha..." The question died off in her tongue as the wolves turned towards her direction all at once, their piercing eyes staring directly into her soul.
An urgent tap at the window made her jump in her seat, her heart thumping against her ribcage.
"It's high time you step out, human." The sexy guy said, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Are you out of your mind?" She asked in her hoarse voice, squeezing her eyes shut at the pain in her throat.
"No. You need to meet the council members."
Oh heavens! What in the name of madness was this?
She gaped at him, exasperated.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She pushed out only for her side of the door to get opened.
"No. No." She began to struggle but the tight cuffs on her hands wouldn't let her move freely.
"Uncuff her." The terrorist ordered from where he stood, now looking at her.
With a nod, the lady who opened the door gave way and the sexy guy walked over to her side and uncuffed her.
Thinking really fast for a way out of this madness, the only thing she could think to do was infuriate the mad terrorist.
Grabbing the sides of the sexy guy's face, she muttered an apology before slamming her lips into his.
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9.6
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."