Sequel to 'The Cursed Alpha's Mate.' Can a cursed Alpha find salvation in a broken Omega? When at eighteen, Chantelle's childhood crush proposes to be her chosen mate, she never dreamt things would go wrong. After five years of being mated to the Alpha of her dreams, Chantelle has yet to conceive. Ridiculed as a barren woman, she goes through high and low to bear a child, meanwhile, her mate impregnates her stepsister and drives her from her pack. Broken and destitute, she meets her predestined mate; the cursed Alpha Valens. Of all things to inherit, Valens has inherited his father's curse. Driven by the curse, he invades packs, desperate to meet his mate and curse breaker. Then he receives his salvation. One night is all it takes; one night between two strangers. When Chantelle wakes up the morning after that pivotal night, she picks her shoes and flees, terrified of the man whose bed she dared to share. When Valens wakes, he sees colours for the first time in over a decade but the woman responsible for his colourful world has fled his side. In a panic, he declares her wanted. After five years of trying for a child, Chantelle is pregnant. It's the best gift to her, a gift that changes her life in a way she never imagined. However, there are people determined to ruin every bit of joy in her life. A union between two people who see the world differently is bound to be rocky but can the alpha and his omega find even ground?
Climbing a mountain was no easy feat but dragging a frightened deer with me made the exercise more daunting. The sun beat down on me and my stomach rumbled but I gritted my teeth and continued to climb up the mountain of miracles. The 'priestesses' leading me up the mountain paused at intervals to give me withering glares that seemed to reproach me, reminding me that I could not be lazy if I wanted a child. Until I had a child, there would be no reprieve for me.
"Goddess, please," I muttered to myself, "please, just one child – one baby – please –"
After five years of being mated to an Alpha without birthing an heir or even getting pregnant once, people no longer spoke behind my back; they called me barren to my face. The only way I could save myself and my marriage was to get pregnant as soon as possible.
My legs ached as I climbed, my hands were injured from pulling on the rope attached to the deer. The sun roasted my skin and my vision turned white every ten minutes but I continued up the mountain. I had tried everything I could in the last five years and it was starting to feel as if I was running out of options.
After the gruelling feat of climbing, we reached the top of the mountain and as I had been instructed beforehand, I took out a knife and slaughtered the deer, muttering the strange words the priestesses had taught me. The top of the mountain was stained with blood from others that had performed sacrifices before me.
As I slaughtered the deer and muttered the strange words, my wolf paced in discomfort while tears gathered in my eyes. Guilt ate at me. What I was doing was sacrilegious to the goddess but desperation pushed me to this point.
When I was done with the ritual, I had to drink the blood of the lifeless deer in front of me. I went on my knees with tears in my eyes and put my lips on the dead animal, my stomach revolting and my heart squeezing. The tears fell.
"Why are you crying?" One of the priestesses scolded. "This is the time for you to rejoice." I nodded, rising as I wiped my lips of the animal's blood.
"Yes, look at the rainbow over there." The other priestess pointed to the sky. I looked up but only met the harsh glare of the blazing sun. "Rejoice for the supreme god has granted your request.'
"Yes," I muttered but the tears did not stop falling.
"You may leave now. We will remain here to pray for you for the next fourteen days," the priestesses said and I nodded. "What are you waiting for? Leave immediately!" I staggered at the harsh shout and proceeded to stumble down the mountain.
It did not feel like I had received a miracle. Although the priestesses told me even the smallest of doubt in my heart would hinder my miracle, I could not help but think I had wasted my time and money.
'Your miracle is on the way, Channy," I muttered to myself, holding my stomach. "You'll have a baby in nine months, just believe."
Going down the mountain should have been easier but it was not. My stomach turned and my legs ached. I paused once to throw up and even after getting to the foot of the mountain, I had to make a long trek to where I parked.
The sun was setting when I entered my car. Upon checking my phone, I met zero missed calls. Although I had been gone all day, my mate did not bother checking up on me. He knew where I went, had rolled his eyes when I told him I was visiting the mountain of miracles but said nothing to me.
He spoke to me less and less with each passing day and sometimes I caught him staring at me in disgust. It hurt my heart but what could I do? It only fueled my desperation. Everything around me was falling apart because I could not conceive. If only I could get pregnant, things would be better. My mate would look at me with love once again, my pack mates would respect me again and my mother-in-law would not turn up her nose every time she saw me.
"Goddess, please –" I felt unworthy of calling the goddess' name after what I just did but I was at the end of my tether. I had tried everything; Volunteered at nurseries, done all the tests the doctors recommended, donated to the temple, everything I could think of had been done but all to no avail. My stomach was still flat and getting flatter as I lost weight.
It was a long drive back home and when I got back, it was almost midnight. The lights were turned off and I heard my mate snoring inside. I could not even doze off on nights when he returned home late from work.
I brushed my teeth as thoroughly as I could and washed my body of all the grime and sweat clinging to me. Then I dressed in the lingerie I bought a few months ago but never got to try out.
"Jackson," I whispered my mate's name, biting my lips as he flinched but continued to snore. I didn't want to disturb his sleep but the priestess told me it would be tonight. I had to conceive tonight. "Jackson – baby –" I tapped his shoulder. "I am back."
After five minutes of shaking my mate, he finally opened his eyes. The look of loathing I saw in his eyes before he blinked made me flinch.
"I thought you would live in the mountains with them for a while," he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. "What do you want?"
"No – I just – Do you want to –" I gestured at my body in case he missed the sexy black lingerie I put on just for him.
"No matter how many times I hit, nothing changes. I am tired." He put a pillow over his face which muffled his remaining words. "I am not interested."
"But Jackson, this is different! I know it! We can make a baby tonight!" I grabbed his hand and he shook off my grip.
"You've said that more times than I can count, Chantelle," he hissed, pulling the pillow from his face. "You are infertile. There will be no making a baby with you so leave me the hell alone to sleep."
"But –" I fought back tears. "This time it's real – and even if – even if – do you not want to – at least for – for fun?" He looked at me with such cruel eyes that I shrunk away. Then he chuckled, the sound harsh enough to tighten my chest.
"For fun?" He snorted as he sat up. "Has sex with you ever been fun? All you know how to do is moan like a dying dog."
"Jackson!" My throat tightened as I exclaimed.
Although I felt my mate pull away from me in the past few months, I never dreamt I would hear such mean words from him. My mate was one person who promised– swore an oath to me – to be by my side forever, to support and love me.
In the first years of our mating, we had explored each other everywhere in this house, from the bedroom to the kitchen. We had sex in his office, in the car, in the woods, and at his parents' place sometimes. He wanted me all the time and with him, I learnt to enjoy the thrill of getting frisky in unexpected places. I hadn't imagined – even in my worst nightmare – that he would ever call me uninteresting in bed.
"I have to get up early to work tomorrow which is something you can't understand since all you know how to do is chase after doctors and fake priestesses." He lay back down and closed his eyes.
"But I am doing this for us!" I exclaimed. "Do you not want a child?"
"You are the defective product I picked up so I don't blame you for asking me stupid questions." He snorted. "Asking an Alpha if he does not want children," he muttered as he shook his head. "Go to sleep, Chantelle. Don't annoy me any further than you already do."
Despite the insults, I begged him. I knew he didn't desire me anymore but I was the one getting cursed at every time I stepped out of my house. I was the one his mother rained insults on, the barren one. I needed a child more than he did. He could choose another woman the way he chose me but I could not bear to lose the man I loved so I begged.
He looked down at me as if engaging in intimacies with me was the worst chore in the world and then he put a pillow over my face. My breath hitched and I feared for a second that he was about to suffocate me but he only blocked out my face.
I heard some rustling for a few minutes but did not move the pillow to avoid angering him. Then he moved my panties to the side and I breathed out a sigh of relief that turned into a scream as his manhood pierced me without any preparation.
"Jack –" He pressed down on the pillow and I froze.
"Don't move. You wanted this so unless you want me to change my mind, you better stay still." I remained frozen as he pumped in and out of me without rhythm.
It hurt worse than it did the night I lost my virginity. There were no sweet words, no coaxing, no soft touch, just the movement of his hips and the sobs I tried to stop. It was over in a few minutes as he pumped his seed into me.
"Nothing different from pumping my seed on the bathroom floor," he muttered as he collapsed beside me.
I stayed still in shock and anguish even after he fell asleep and went back to snoring. It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on me. My blood was frozen. My lower body hurt. The pillow remained over my face as I tried to process what just happened. He may have torn something but it did not hurt as much as the realization that came over me did.
My mate hated me.
I got out of bed after an hour of disbelief, hissing in pain as I went to the bathroom to clean up his seed mixed with my blood. When I climbed back into bed, I stared at my mate's face and laughed to myself, my chest tight, my head spinning and my gaze going in and out of focus.
She built him from the ground so she can destroy him. Persephone died at the hands of her mate, a man she sacrificed everything for but in the end, he chose his true mate over her. She is granted a chance to redo everything, waking up two years before her death and this time, all she wants is revenge. She doesn't mind dying a second time as long as she takes her enemies down with her. To repay the people responsible for her and her father's deaths, Persephone is ready to live as a wicked woman. To guarantee her father's future, a victim of her stupid choices in her past timeline, Persephone joins hands with the arrogant Alpha Koa, the prince of wolves. Koa, the first prince hated by both his family and all wolves, lost everything to gain the throne in Persephone's last life. Now, she uses her knowledge of the future to help him ascend the throne with ease and in turn, he becomes her shield. As Persephone and Koa work together to achieve their goals, an unlikely love story blossoms between the two. However, Persephone's ex is desperate to shackle her to his side and Koa's family will not stand to see him succeed. With powerful forces standing against their love, will it have any chance to bloom?
Born of a prostitute, Delilah Norton is the shame of the Norton family. When her hometown has to send a bride to the Dragon Lord, her father is quick to sell her off in place of her stepsister. Thus, Delilah becomes the seventh bride of the Dragon Lord whose wives always end up dead. Xerxes the Dragon Lord is a man capable of cruelty beyond measure. A man who created a river of blood of both family and foe to ascend the throne and expand his kingdom, people speak his name with more fear than awe. After seven years on the throne without an heir, his vassals bring in yet another woman for him to wed and this time, it is a human. If there is one thing he hates, it's weakness and Delilah is just that – a powerless human. Unknown to Xerxes, he shares a history with Delilah that dates back to their childhood. When Delilah realizes the cruel dragon is the boy she loved as a child, she cannot help but love him but Xerxes despises her. Delilah tries to get close to him but he constantly pushes her away. Unfortunately, when he admits his interest, Delilah is already done with him so sets out to win her back but it may be too late. With their personal differences and external forces committed to tearing them apart; from a brother once presumed dead to a sinister woman who wants the seat beside Xerxes, can Delilah and Xerxes build a life together or will the tempest prove insurmountable?
The story of a bastard prince turned Alpha King and his fake mate. A story of love, lies and vengeance. To the world, it’s a fairytale, the tale of a royal and a maid. In reality, it’s a sham. Killian is known as the bastard prince, a murderer believed to have killed his brother for the throne. Cold and merciless, Killian firmly believes only fools love but on a whim, he announces a random maid as his mate to avoid a political marriage. Then his beliefs begin to change. Carrot is fleeing her abusive mate who, not only rejected her, but also tried to kill her and then sold her off to an old, perverted Alpha. She runs to the capital and renames herself Amethyst. Working as a palace maid, she is scrubbing the ground one day when the Alpha Prince takes one look at her and declares her his mate. A lie. In public, Killian dotes on Amethyst but in private, he ignores her existence. He crowns her as his queen and they continue their fake relationship until their lies unravel as the truth. They are true mates. Can Amethyst open her heart to a man who disregarded her from the start? They may be true mates but with a woman deadset on having Killian, a disgraced dowager queen determined to avenge her son and the awakening of Amethyst’s hybrid powers, how long can their relationship last?
A ruthless alpha. A gifted omega. A burning passion. For taking her mother’s life during childbirth, Sihana is condemned to be hated all her life. Desperate to be loved, she works hard to please her pack and prove her worth but her pack only uses her as a servant. After years of working as a pseudo-slave to people who hate her, Sia decides to leave her pack. The bitter experience of being mated to her bully who promptly rejects her puts her off mating but the goddess gives her a second chance mate in the person of Alpha Cahir Armani. The Alpha of the strongest pack in the world, Cahir Armani has a reputation for being bloodthirsty, cold and cruel. Cahir is ruthless, a man who kills without remorse, laughs without humour and takes without asking. What no one knows is that underneath his bloody armour is a scarred man. Cahir has no place for a mate in his life but the goddess throws Sihana his way. Although he sees no use for a mate, he can’t resist the pull of the mate bond any more than he can resist Sia’s seductive curves. Sihana needs love. Cahir does not know how to love. Kissed by the goddess and gifted healing abilities, she becomes a treasure her ex-mate and his pack refuse to let go of but who can stop a man like Cahir from claiming his mate? Can Cahir learn to love and can Sia heal his wounds? Will a relationship between two broken people work or are they better off without each other?
The story of a prince cursed with immortality and a girl counting down the days to death. An Alpha in search of his Luna. An omega once rejected. She couldn't shift until she met him. He couldn't see colours until he met her. They call Prince Valens the cursed prince, the Alpha who neither knocks nor asks before he enters and takes but the true thing he seeks, he cannot find. Wandering the earth for over a hundred years in search of someone to break his curse, he has become nothing but a cold man. He invades packs in search of his mate, staging takeovers, until he meets her; his curse-breaker. Aysel has the blood of a traitor in her veins. Eleven years ago, her parents led an attack to overthrow the Alpha. They lost and got slaughtered, leaving her behind to bear the burden of their tainted legacy. Abused, broken and rejected, she has no hope of a better life until she meets him; the cursed alpha. Her saviour. Valens introduces Aysel to a life of power and affluence. Those who mocked her now fall on their faces to serve her but with an ex desperate to get her back, a scorned alpha hell-bent on ruining them and her identity emerging, will the relationship between Aysel and Valens flourish?
Cathryn, an orphan with no family ties to Grayson, regarded him only as family. He, however, valued her as a precious jewel. From their very first encounter, Cathryn's destiny was intertwined with his. Once lonely and desiring affection, she was ensnared by his love, unable to break free. Eventually, she managed to escape his emotional clutches. Shockingly, she had fallen for someone else. Grayson confronted her sharply. "How could you feel for another?" Unable to meet his eyes, she whispered, "You're family. I can't..." Looking down, he pressed further. "You can't, or you wouldn’t dare?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Alcohol and heartbreak are definitely not a good combo.Too bad I learnt that a little too late. I’m Tessa Beckett and I painfully got dumped by my boyfriend of three years.That led me to getting drunk at a bar and having a one-night stand with a stranger.Before he would see me as a slut the next day,I paid him for the sex and deeply insulted his ability to please me. But this stranger turned out to be my new boss!
I pressed my lips against his and stole his sweet, savory taste, not ready to end the sweet moment. I licked my lips seductively and whispered. "Despite your age, I love you." Sarah was obsessed with the man of her dreams, despite knowing that their love was forbidden and would be disapproved by her father and others. She held onto the many beautiful dreams she had of being with him, wishing for them to come true. She found herself in love with her father's best friend, a very handsome man who had been rejected by his wife. Her desire was to show him what true love really meant. When her father received a job transfer,Sarah saw it as a perfect opportunity to be with him. The situation improved even more when she realized they would be living under the same roof.
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesn’t matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, he will fight his way to become the God of martial arts, and rule the whole Martial World!