**Stop being so defiant, mate. You're mine** ~~~ "Come with me." "To where? I have my pack to protect. I can't leave them?" "You're mine, now. My pack is your pack, wolf." he coldly growled. "What why would it be... I-I don't even know your name," I stuttered. "Kai!" he yelled. "And yours?" "Doesn't matter!" I rushed out, saying. "I'm not coming with you anyway!" "Come to your senses, mate." he seethed with an ice glare. "I'm ending this pack tonight, because of their past sins." ... I'm mated to the enemy Alpha. As a cursed red wolf, I've always suffered a life of misery. I lived as a wolfless female in my previous pack. Now, thanks to the supreme Moon Goddess, I'm paired to a ruthless man who kills for pleasure. His name is Alpha Kai of the Valmore pack. At his name, everyone trembles. There is something mystical about him. So dangerous, yet compelling. My wolf won't leave me alone, she wants to mate him ever since she set eyes on him. Katara is my name, and my so-called mate, burnt my pack down. I think I'm one of the chosen ones, with no idea of the prophecy of my fate. I have no knowledge of what the Moon Goddess is planning. Whatever it is, it's sick and twisted.
Alpha Kai's POV
"Mate." I whispered, in a hushed tone, walking towards where she squat. With droplets of cold rain splashing vividly on her body, she trembled on her spot, shivering from the weather.
"P-please don't hurt me...please." she begged immediately, her eyes bolting from us. It made me realize she was afraid of us. Of something. It made me want to hug her. Tell her not to be afraid, that I wasn't going to hurt her anytime soon.
"Look at me." I ordered her. I could smell her by now. It was something delicious and my beast was loving it. He was threatening to surface, wild with uncontrollable passion for this beautiful creature in front of us.
"I said look at me!" Still in a scare, she removed her hands slowly peeking to see a part of my face.
My mate narrowed her eyes at the sight of me. She had a red frizzy hair and a petite frame. Something told me she could be bigger, that she wasn't in the best of places right now... I hoped she liked what she saw. I had a dirty blond hair, and a cruel looking face.
High, harsh cheekbones locked in a frown at all times. With these features, will she fall for me?
"Get up." I ordered. More droplets of rain swooshed in, with the arrow of fire totally disappearing. She sighed in relief, getting up with her eyes locked in curiosity at me. "Who are you?" My mate, asked softly. "Alpha of Valmore pack- Kai Vincenzo."
~Hours earlier~
Katara'a POV
I lived as a peasant in the pack house, so no one noticed me. They knew I was the Alpha and Luna's daughter.
However, after the announcement of my unavailable wolf, no one took it serious. Father and mother both made it that way. Went as far as presenting a maid's son as the heir. I went under that maid in return, working under her. I was unwanted since the very day I was born.
Because I wasn't a male wolf. I couldn't indulge in fights or takeover as the pack's Alpha. My dad seeked a male heir. Thus, hating my being as his daughter. At 13 though, a greater curse occurred though. Instead of having a normal wolf, the Moon Goddess chose to curse me with a blood red wolf. The myth of the blood red wolf is still a mystery.
However, everyone believed wolves of that color brought misfortune to their mate and pack. Their kind although went extinct, for centuries. My parents, even more disappointed made me hide my wolf from others.
"You stink, Katara. Ever thought to have a bath?" Mother let out, stopping in her tracks after noticing me. I was heading to the kitchen, after cleaning the entire pack house, in my servant dress. I knew she hated me. In fact, she tried to eliminate me out of shame as an infant.
"As you wish, my Luna." With a bow, I replied. "I-I will go and have one now." I whispered with a stammer, bowing my head before walking from her presence. "You better do."
"And be sure to apply the oils so your natural scent wears off." she added. "Very well, my Luna!" I exclaimed. "Your tea, milord." I said to dad, serving him and his guests tea like I was told.
"Thanks, pretty one." one man snickered. He was a Beta from his smell. His hands ran through my butts sexually.
"I like this one, how much is she for a night?" I immediately growled at him, ripping his hands off. The impact made the saucers and cup break, falling to the floor.
"You dare to shame my guests in front of me?!" A kick hit my stomach, and I fell to the floor, gasping for breath. It was from Alpha Alaric. The man I was supposed to call dad. "Get out from here! Now! Get out of the pack house, girl! You've always been unwanted anyway!" he cussed under his breath.
I ran hurriedly, towards the lake with an intention to have a quick bath from his touches.
Tears stung my eye, as I wandered to the grass sitting on it. The wind blew past my hair. I brought out my flute. Seemed like this was one of the things that gave me solace.
Having to hide the abilities attached to the blood wolf, was no easy job. My hands, were always in gloves to prevent me from burning anything at my touch. "When creating me..."
"Was my suffering what you had in mind? Do I even have a mate, like normal wolves?" I asked the Moon Goddess, hoping she heard. "Nope right?"
No response.
"Guess this misfortune is forever then." More tears spilled as I wiped them, burying my face in the grass sobbing a lot. It hurt. Being treated like an outcast, all your life. It really hurt. I removed the piece of raven hair is which was a disguise. And my dark eye makeup I used in dying my red lashes and brows. Bringing out my natural wild auburn curls.
I slipped off my dress putting the hair under it. I walked to the water entering it with my naked body, crying profusely. The sooner I was out, I wore my clothes, running towards the forest. "Why?!" I howled, feeling hurt in my chest.
"I am an Alpha's daughter! I bear a noble blood! Yet I'm cursed!" Completely on my knees, I broke down saying.
"You made me unwanted. I have to leave wolfless all my life and get bullied because of it!" I clenched my garment hard, this time.
"Why do you multiply my shame everyday? Why do you add to my parent's hate for me?" I looked up to the sky adding. No reply. Suddenly, I was welcomed with splatters of stainless rain swooshing through. It poured down my face, as I cried.
"Am I not enough to get a happy ending?"
"Am I not?!" An arrow coated with fire suddenly came flying through.
Luckily I dodged it, thus remaining unscathed. I looked towards where it came from only to see several yellow eyes in the dark. A gigantic beast, growled at me. Emanating a strong aura which made him more prominent. "Mate..."
Every 200 years, a virgin is sacrificed to a powerful beast, for breeding. In the previous years passed, no offspring has been produced. It is known that only the mate to the beast can give him a pup. The community always selects the outcast virgin, from intricate fear of the beast. I am Ava Goodchild, one of the selected virgins.
“Do you mean you are a virgin?” “Yes,” “Yes what?” “I.am.a.virgin.” I said holding a tendril of my hair shyly. “One week.” “For?” “I give you one week to come to terms with all these. After one week, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, dear wife.” *** Trapped in a royal betrothal, Zara hates Zack. Zack loathes Zara. Thus, they won't consummate the marriage or follow any sort of tradition. To punish them, the Queen sends them on a journey to Island Formentera. However, a shipwreck leaves them stranded— stuck with each other. Will they go home and face the enemies of the royal household together? Or be swallowed by each other's pride?
“I don’t f*ck virgins, red.” *** When feisty Eleanor, accidentally stumbles on an arrogant infuriating billionaire Liam James, he's instantly captivated by her. However, on first meeting, he treats her like a piece of dirt. Flaunting his money on her face. Falling for him would be the death of her. But how long can she resist?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."