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 8
On hearing the woman's words, she squeezed her eyes tighter and grabbed the bedsheet like her life depended on it.
"You...Mate?" The terrorist called, his voice hardening.
Imagining his mismatched glowing eyes narrowing at her, her heart quivered as she struggled not to give herself out.
"How dare you lie to me!?" He thundered and she almost gave out a yelp, the air in the room pressing against her lungs.
"I would never tell such a lie, I swear it, Alpha." The woman's sure voice minutes ago began to tremble, sounding almost deprived of air.
She wanted to look, she wanted to confirm if he was actually choking her to death but she couldn't risk it, not yet.
She needed a medical personnel close to her so she could sneak some weapons into her clothes.
"Then prove it." His voice dropped and at the same time, she heard something hard hit the ground.
If her eyes weren't closed, it would have popped off her sockets.
Her military senses were all high on end and she could feel a set of intense eyes on her.
She struggled to keep still, not to let her lashes flutter, not to let her fingers twitch but how could she stop the perspiration from beading on her forehead?
Her trainers didn't get to that part of the training and she really needed to get out of here.
A chuckle made her almost jolt out of the bed.
It wasn't the fact that he was suddenly chuckling, but the fact that this dark pussy wetting chuckle was almost an inch from her ear.
"Hey mate?"
Her heart leaped right into her throat then dropped down to her belly.
"We can do all these dramatics later but right now, I need you to get your ass up and wet your lips."
Tears of frustration, shame and anger were minutes away from sliding down her cheeks.
She wanted to peek up at him and tell him to go fuck his mama's ass but held on to the faintest shed of hope she had.
Suddenly, sweet tingles spread all through her body, pooling at her chest.
Fuck this monster!
Extra concentration, more patience, she told herself. After all, she had done it before, just now.
But he didn't stop, she felt the tips of his fingers all over her face and down her neck.
STOP!
She had a hell of a fit in her head but he didn't stop, taking her limp hand in his and attacking every knuckle with the fluttering touch of his lips till it felt like her heart was about to combust.
But she endured it still, determined to escape this strangeness.
His smile against the palm of her hand when her lashes fluttered made her fight back a curse so hard that she grimaced.
"If I hadn't just torn off the head of one of my council members, I would have kissed you right on the lips."
What the...
She snatched her hand away from him so quickly that she forgot she was supposed to be unconscious.
The belly deep laughter from him made her tremble with fury. Enough fury to boil him alive.
This was kidnap! Against her human rights!
But she didn't think this terrorist would know that.
"Time's up mate, you have to gain some strength."
But she pressed her eyes shut, refusing to succumb to his order.
"Mate?" His voice turned frosty out of the blue and she felt her heart get sick with concern.
Fuck this cultist! He just messed with the workings of her heart, she knew it!
She knew that he did something to her mind. She wanted to scream, wanted to claw at herself for getting worried about it.
"If you don't open your eyes at this moment..." He paused, his threat hanging in the air.
She tensed, her muscles going stiff as she felt her heart about to stop beating.
The image of him punching the sexy guy in the nose chose that moment to surface in her head and she felt herself swallow, almost feeling suffocated.
What would he do to her?
Drive a knife through her skull?
Dig out her eyes?
Set a fire around her bed till she got suffocated by the smoke or get roasted like a pig?
Each horrible thought created a graphic image she couldn't stomach.
Wait? Why was she still thinking? Why wasn't he saying something?
And just then, she realized that she had all her thoughts displayed on her face.
FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!
She truly felt the tears bubble from her tear duct.
"If you don't open your eyes at this moment, I will kiss the hell out of your blue lips till it regains its colour."
The fuck!
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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."