"You're mine, Aria." He sounded possessive while pulling me by the waist and crashing his lips fiercely against mine. "All mine." ****** Aria's life turned into a nightmare when she got kidnapped by a man who claimed her to be his mate. Before bumping into him, Aria was just an ordinary girl from New York City, knowing nothing about the werewolf world. Neon Kendrick, leader of a werewolf pack, was not only assertive and arrogant, but the most powerful beast. However, he hadn't met his mate until thirty. He feared that he may never find his mate. But fate had something in store for him. Torn between love, war, and duty, will Aria survive the world that she has been thrown into? Or will Neon give up on everything just to protect his mate?
Aria's perspective
"You are fired." My boss walked off in a huff after pronouncing my "sentence".
"Oh no!" I groaned as my eyes settled on the big box that sat on the edge of the desk.
Standing up resignedly, I grabbed the box and tossed it on my chair. With a hand, I swept off everything from my desk into the box and heaved a sigh.
"Do you need any help clearing all out, Aria?" Sarah's annoyingly chirpy voice buzzed in my ears.
"Thanks, but no." I answered listlessly.
"You know, I've always been wondering how you got employed in the first place, Aria."
Sensing the mock in her tone, I looked up, only to find Sarah flashing me a pretentious smile while arranging the files on her desk.
Before I could even come up with something to snap back at her, the office door was shoved open forcefully.
It was my boss again.
"I told you to get out of here in ten seconds! Wasn't my orders were clear weren't they?" He was thunderous
"Crystal clear, Sir." I lifted my box, forcing a smile. "...I'm leaving right away."
It was getting late outside. Walking on the street aimlessly, I couldn't feel worse.
Finding another job wouldn't be easy since I was considered a mole in the company.
Yes, I revealed trade secrets to a rival company. More specifically, they offered to pay me for that when I happened to need money to settle my debts.
That explained why I ended up here now. Just as I was deeply troubled by all this mess, my phone beeped.
Dropping my box down on the ground, I got the phone out of my back pocket. It was a message from the landlady.
My rent was overdue, and she was gonna lock me out tonight.
"Argh!" I screamed and ruffled my hair with both hands. With tons of bills piling up, I gotta land a new job as soon as possible. Or I'd become officially homeless.
Fuck!
As I finally made my way to the bus station, the last bus had just left before my eyes...
Just perfect!
Nothing seemed to work in my way today.
Worst day ever! Beaten savagely by the harsh reality, I started to walk home awfully, my shoulders sagging.
Maybe it was time to leave New York for my hometown in Maine, where I lived with my parents before they had passed away.
That's if I couldn't get a job the following week. I would be kicked out of my apartment by then.
My stomach growled loudly as I was lost in deep thought.
Couldn't feel a penny in my pocket, I found myself come to a dead end when my feet took me into a park by the roadside.
Sitting down on an empty bench near the entrance, I took a deep breath and was about to pity my dog's life when a faint din reached my ears from the depth of the park.
"What's going on? Is anyone having a campfire party here?" I spun around curiously and caught a few glimpses of flash now and then.
After taking a few more steps inside the park, I was able to find that several young men and women were seated around a merrily blazing log fire in a green space, talking, drinking and eating.
It was an outdoor gathering indeed! Thank God! He had some mercy on me nonetheless.
My stomach grumbled noisily as my roaming gaze stopped on the steaks.
Swallowing hard, I moved my feet and tried to mingle in.
My eyes widened at the grand food as I approached them. Stopping beside a man who was serving himself some lasagna, I grabbed a plate and waited for my turn.
When I was glancing sideways nervously to check if I got noticed by anyone, someone came to my side. I could smell his strong cologne and feel his predatory eyes on me.
It seemed like a century when it was finally my turn. Not planning on sticking around for long, I simply filled my plate with steaks and pasta.
I just had this strong feeling that his scorching gaze would follow me wherever I went. I'd better just leave after filling my empty belly.
"Is that enough? You can take some more." A deep baritone whispered behind my ears, at which I flinched.
"Did I scare you?" He asked, his gaze narrowed and his mouth drawn tight. I could feel his voice in my stomach, deep and confident.
"No, I'll just..." I pointed toward the entrance of the park, hating how guilty my voice sounded.
Looking away from his blue but burning eyes, I fled away from his presence with my plate.
Sitting inconspicously in a corner, I was ready to devour the food when his stares sent shivers down my spine.
His eyes wouldn't go off me! I noticed he had been watching my every move.
I ate the food quickly, feeling so uncomfortable under his stare. Why was he ogling over me like a hawk?
I couldn't wait to get out of there.
What have I gotten myself to this time?
Ignoring the shivers that ran down my spine, I stood up and headed out of the park.
Nervously, my hands ran down my jeans. When throwing a glance over my shoulders, I saw someone following me.
Someone was coming after me!
I increased my pace; so did he. My heart thumped wildly in my ribcage as if it would burst out of my chest any time.
Finally, I took to my heels, running as fast as I could. My mind was spinning.
"Somebody help!" I screamed out.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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?"
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
"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."