Faye Martinez, the beloved sister of Alpha, the most revered princess of The New Arctic Pack, was adored by everyone. But her fate took a turn when Alpha Timerante from The Dark Pack proposed to her. It was a marriage scheme. After they got married, Faye didn't receive any love or care from her husband Timerante. On the contrary, he repeatedly hurt Faye for his lover! Unable to bear it any longer, Faye made a solemn vow to the Moon Goddess. "I, Faye Martinez, reject you, Alpha Timerante Thompson, as my mate! Forever!" ***Author name: Six Cats Copyright belongs to: Ideaink Six Cats
Chapter 1
Faye's POV
"Faye, you need to get yourself together and accept that Alpha Timerante doesn't love you. It's the only way for you to get rid of him for good," my wolf said to me.
In front of me, Timerante was holding his injured lover, blaming me for her injuries. He even demanded my blood and even my heart to save that despicable third party.
How absurd!
"I, Faye Martinez, reject you, Alpha Timerante Thompson, as my mate! Forever!"
Upon hearing my words, Timerante seemed momentarily disbelieving, then sneered. "Faye, it is only I who rejects you. You have no right to reject me."
"Is that so?" I looked at these detestable shitheads.
Under my dominance, the mate bond between Timerante and me finally shattered. For the first time in over half a year, I felt free, as if I could finally breathe.
And this time, it was Timerante's turn to look shocked. "Who... Who are you? How could our mate bond break without my permission?"
"Moon Goddess, I, Faye Martinez, am willing to answer your call and become the Blood Priestess!"
As I spoke, I looked at William. Flames appeared alongside my white wolf, accompanied by an even more powerful crimson light.
Finally, I gazed at them and uttered indifferently. "Submit or die?"
...
Six months ago.
I, along with a group of Rogue werewolves, was confined in a truck. We were covered in dirt and disheveled, too weak to move. My face was swollen, so I could hardly open my eyes. But deep down, I held onto hope because the Pack we were headed for was where I would meet the man who had saved me.
I had no idea how long the truck had been driving until it finally came to a stop, and the rear doors of the truck opened.
Screams filled the air.
Then, rough soldiers dragged my body and those of a dozen other Rogue werewolves out of the truck. The soldiers' hands reached for me, throwing me violently onto the ground.
My body hit the hard concrete with a thud, and soon I felt blood flowing from my tongue, dripping down my chin.
"Get up, you Rogue!" A soldier stood beside me, kicking my stomach.
I had to curl up, my consciousness starting to fade. But I still tried to open my eyes, searching for the source of the captivating scent. As soon as I arrived at the heart of this pack, I caught a whiff of that scent. I knew it was the mate bond, and I was elated because rescue was imminent.
I struggled to open my eyes. Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a handsome man in a black suit slowly approaching.
It was him!
I attempted to stand up, leaning forward. But a soldier kicked me down soon.
I tried to cry for help, but my hoarse voice made my pleas barely recognizable.
Amidst my desperate actions, the soldier's beating intensified. It wasn't until he grew tired and saw that I no longer resisted that he stopped.
I could only breathe slowly, trying to keep myself conscious.
"Is this all?" I heard him say, his voice sounding familiar from our phone conversation. I could never forget that voice... He was my mate!
"Yes, Alpha!" a soldier responded.
"Take them to the dungeon for questioning!"
"Yes, Alpha!"
Just as he gave the order, the soldier who had beaten me dragged me towards the staircase, heading to the dungeon.
No! I didn't want to go to the dungeon!
I wanted to resist, but my body, my voice, couldn't truly call for help. I could only let the soldier drag me away.
No, I was not a Rogue! I was Luna of their Dark Pack, Alpha Timerante Thompson!
My true identity lay as the dear sister of Alpha Faye Martinez, the most esteemed princess of The New Arctic Pack.
A month ago, I spoke with Alpha Timerante over the phone and was told that he was my mate. Due to the influence of The Dark Pack, my brother had to agree to Timerante's request and send me to The Dark Pack for the betrothal. However, the convoy was attacked along the way, and I got separated from the entourage. In a twist of fate, I was mistaken for a Rogue werewolf, captured, and mistreated by soldiers of The Dark Pack.
I understand their actions. After all, Rogue werewolves were considered evil and disorderly, deserving rough treatment.
But that was not who I was!
Just as they were dragging me towards the staircase, I heard a command from Alpha Timerante.
"Hold on!"
The soldier dragged me to freeze.
Hope sparked within me. Did he discover that I was his mate? Was he here to rescue me?
However, what I heard was...
"Those Rogue werewolves are the trickiest, and I believe they deserve the most venomous punishment!"
The dominant and merciless leader's voice echoed through the room.
"Yes, Alpha!"
As the soldier replied, he forcefully dragged me down the stairs in a hurried frenzy. Each step caused my battered body to jolt with unbearable pain. It felt as if a mere second separated me from meeting the Moon Goddess herself.
Finally, we reached the bottom step, and the soldier dragged me in. I had to try to breathe. That was when my nose smelled the stench of blood and bodily fluids.
The guard stopped outside a cell, opened the door, and threw me in. I collapsed onto the hard concrete floor, my head hitting it with a sickening crack. Warm blood trickled down my face, mingling with the stench of blood and bodily fluids in the air.
I was unable to move due to the wolf poison coursing through my veins, exhaustion consuming my body. My body was super prostrate after I was force-fed with wolf venom. My wounds remained unhealed, and darkness encroached upon my fading vision.
Time became an elusive concept as I lay there, unaware of its passage.
A sudden splash of cold water jolted me awake. Every cell in my body screamed with agony, and even the simple act of opening my eyes proved challenging.
"Get up, you Rogue bitch!" a soldier barked, but my feeble attempts to rise were futile.
Without warning, a foot stomped on my stomach, robbing me of breath. I struggled to gulp down the air, fighting against the searing pain.
"Forget it. Just carry her to the interrogation room! We must complete the questioning before the Alpha arrives," another soldier commanded.
Utter dread coursed through me. Were they planning to subject me to the cruelest form of punishment?
At one point we were both abandoned in the woods. Our meeting started with distrust. His wounds were more than the gnashing scratches of the wilderness, it extended to trash his memories and kept him from truth more than once. Her wounds were more than the bruises of the poisonous wilderness, it extended to crush her security and increased her self doubt. It was an exile that led a prideful yet underestimated prince and an tortured daughter of a successful merchant. Our tale only began when we acknowledged our desires, yet the world around us conspired to thwart our every step. The both of us didn't want to doubt, yet, would our resilience and trust be enough to navigate through the jungle of doubts?
She was wolfless. All her life, Holly Ambrose had been longing for her family to reciprocate the love she had been working hard to get from her father and her sister, Irina. Unfortunately, they only saw her as an embarrassment to the pack and used her instead so that Irina could refuse to marry Alpha Evander Edgerton: the ruthless and cold-blooded Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. Thinking that it was the only way to escape them, Holly accepted the proposal. Alpha Alec, her former mate and her sister’s fiance begged her not to. He confessed he still had feelings for her and wanted her back as his mate. Too late because there was no stopping her from having her freedom. But would Holly be truly free if Irina had no intention to stop destroying her life after Alec left Irina to claim Holly back? Would she stay with Alpha Evander even after she found out that his former mate came back and was pregnant with his child?
His body collapses into mine as my back slams on the wall. “You were touching yourself because of me weren't you” his musky scent suffocating me. My core immediately picks up a heart beat with our proximity as he pins my hands above me on the wall. My bare nipples harden at his touch. I can only think of two words at this moment. Touch me. ***************************************************** Never in Ivy Carter's life did she ever think that she'd fall for a man she couldn't have,especially when the man was not only her professor but also her new step brother. Caden's heart has always been where his pack is, gilded by the pack's legacy but the minute he lays eyes on Ivy Carter his walls come crashing down. But he can't have her even though she's his mate. Their worlds collide with an irresistible force and it's only a matter of time till they cross the line, breaking all restraints with an unholy attraction.
Audrina, a powerless omega, becomes entangled in a web of deception created by her own flesh and blood. Her crafty stepsister sends her into the arms of MistyMoon Pack's Alpha, James, where she meets a guy whose icy demeanor conceals his powerful and fair character. With chiseled features and a stare that could melt steel, James is both hot and gorgeous. Their one-night affair suddenly blossoms into a lifetime commitment with the news of a kid on the way, leaving them divided between desire and danger. But behind the surface of their undeniable mate bond, there lies a hidden identity and buried truths that could ruin the spark that was just beginning to ignite.
Aurora Everley has always been the overlooked daughter, the one that gets shadowed by her sister Margot. She thought that once she turns eighteen and meets her mate, she would have someone whose attention would just be on her. But she is wrong. Because her mate happens to be the one her sister brings home, introduced as her boyfriend and Alpha Heir, Mason Chase. Now, she has to sacrifice herself again. She has to sever their mate bond, even when her heart screams not to do it. But what happens if someone else is waiting at the sidelines for her? Someone who's been watching her every move, desiring her in ways no one ever did before?
Leaving everything Lily had behind, she moved to a far countryside Pack and made sure no one would be able to find her anymore. Her perfect life back then turned upside down raising twin children with her under a small Pack a kind-hearted stranger brings them into. She was determined to live her life being tied and stuck to her poor situation when out of nowhere her ex-boyfriend, Wade, whom she left hanging years ago when she ran away came to visit the Pack she's currently residing in. The worst part is that he will spend his stay under the same roof with her. Would their interrupted love rejoin this time around? Or the bitterness of the past will prevail.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"