"You are mine!!" his voice echoed like that of the devil as he bit on my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. *************** Cara, a weak Omega, has always fantasized about finding her mate, the butterflies in the belly, and the happy ending stories. Cara is claimed against her wish when she ran into the territory of the Rogue King, the most wanted villain in Ellorin, on their first meeting, binding herself to a dangerous life and miserable life. from running away from being sold to slavery in her former pack to being the actual slave in the hands of the ruthless Rogue king, Cara must fend and fight for her survival in a place infested with wild rabid wolves. especially when she discovers about her Origin pointing to a long lost bloodline, "The cupbearers" Amidst running away, conspiracies of her parents death, the discovery of her past, and being mated to a wanted rogue, Cara is faced with a difficult choice to choose between her mate or the lives of thousands of people. What will she do when she realises that her parents were killed by rogues?. Will she choose her mate in spite of everything?. Or Will her choice plunge the whole of Ellorin into destruction?.
Cara's pov
My heart was pounding like a war drum as I sprinted up the worn stairs of the old building. The cold, damp air bit at my skin, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.
"Cara, wait!" Alice's voice echoed through the empty corridors, filled with concern. Her plea was swallowed by the groaning of old wood beneath our feet, but I didn't turn back.
I forced myself forward, bearing the exhaustion that wanted to engulf me. unshed tears burned my eyes.
"Just leave me alone!"
I choked out, my voice raw and trembling. I didn't care how broken I sounded, I just needed to escape this endless nightmare to find some sliver of peace.
My pack, bluecreek pack, is a very big pack. It has many structures and investments to its name, example is this old building where the servant and the Omegas call home. A building that has been left in the mercy of destruction by my alpha, but seeing that his labour force, practically us the servants, were increasing in number, decided to renovate the abandoned property.
I ran blindly to my room, not caring about my worried friend running after me. I just needed some space after being treated like a remote-controlled pet, which I already was anyway after coming from the alpha office.
I fumbled with the right key on the lock, but my shaking hands just can't cooperate with me. But at last, the door opened, and I stumbled inside, locking the door behind me.
Leaning against the door, I slid to the floor, gasping for breath. The tears that I had tried so hard to hold back earlier when I was in the Alpha office, now spilled freely, blurring my vision as they fell.
I clutched my head, as if I could somehow block out the tormenting memories.
It all started this morning...
flashback*****
(In the morning)
I had just woken up from my sleep, dragging myself out of bed. The icy chill of the morning air kissed my skin as I dragged myself out of bed. The cold bath I forced myself to take did little to wake me from the numbness that clung to my soul.
Standing in front of the cracked mirror above the rusted sink, I stared at the girl reflected back at me, a shadow of who I once was. My pale, gaunt face, framed by limp hair, stared back at me. My cracked lips and hollow cheeks bore the evidence of years of suffering.
I hissed in pain as I carefully unwrapped the bandages around my arm, revealing yet another scar to add to the collection etched onto my skin. My once-smooth flesh now served as a canvas of my torment, each mark a reminder of the punishments I'd endured. The Bane Whip, dipped in wolfsbane to resist our natural healing, had left scars down my back that would never fade.
The faded marks of my past punishments mocked me as I touched the most recent wound, still tender and angry. My fingers trembled, but I forced myself to focus. Years of tending to my own injuries, and sometimes those of others, had made me an unwilling expert in first aid.
My hair, still damp from the bath, was piled carelessly on my head, a far cry from the long, silky locks that used to flow down my back. Not that it mattered. Here, in this hellhole, appearance was the least of my concerns.
With a sigh, I slipped into the tattered dress that marked me as an Omega. The fabric hung loosely on my thin frame, a reminder of how little we were given and how much was expected in return.
As I stepped out of my room, Alice's cheerful voice greeted me. "Good morning, damsel in distress!"
I rolled my eyes, a small, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Who's a damsel, you old witch?" I retorted, nudging her playfully.
Alice, my only friend in this forsaken pack, had a way of lifting my spirits even in the darkest moments. She was a refugee too, her pack destroyed by rogues, and her cheerfulness was a small comfort in this shared misery.
"Are you ready for the big day?" she teased, her voice laced with excitement.
"It's just a party," I muttered, shaking my head. Alice's boundless enthusiasm was both admirable and baffling.
As we made our way to the dining hall, she chattered on about the upcoming celebration, some grand affair to announce the Alpha's son as heir. The thought of celebrating anything in this wretched place felt absurd to me.
Seated at the table reserved for Omegas, I listened to the hum of gossip around me. Alice and Julia, another servant, debated the party details. My attention waned until Julia leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Did you hear? The Rogue King was spotted near the neighbouring pack."
I widened my eyes in shock as the "Rogue king" as was his title, was a well-known figure in the whole of Ellorin. My heart skipped a beat. The Rogue King was a name whispered in fear, a figure of legend and terror.
Though it was not proven, many regard him as the notorious king of rogue wolves and consider him the strongest wolf no alpha has defeated till now.
"No wonder security's tighter," Alice muttered, her tone uneasy.
I nodded absently, the weight of their words settling over me like a heavy blanket.
But the meal was abruptly interrupted. Aaron, one of the Alpha's errand boys, approached our table, his expression unreadable.
"The Alpha wants to see you," he said, his eyes fixed on me.
I was led to the pack house where the alpha's office was located. A three story building that was the biggest in the Pack. I shivered as I was led to his office. Alpha Black was a huge bulky man who had ribbed muscles with an imposing air. menacing tattoos were drawn all over his huge arm, which is the size of my head in width.
I bowed my head as his alphas' presence was pressuring.
"Cara sit down" he said in his baritone voice, surprisingly calm, he gestured to me.
There's something important I need to discuss with you," he began, his tone cold and matter-of-fact.
"From now on, you will no longer be part of this pack."His words hung in the air, freezing me in place. I couldn't comprehend what he was saying, couldn't process the implications.
"You have been selected," he continued, his voice like a hammer driving the words into my skull, "as a sign of goodwill for the relationship between our pack and a neighbouring one."
I blinked, the reality of his words crashing over me like a tidal wave. My chest tightened with fear and confusion. To be sent to another pack as a gesture of goodwill? What did that even mean? My mind raced through the possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Would I be a servant? A concubine? Or worse?
"Cara, you should be grateful," Alpha Black said, his voice cutting through my panic. "This is an honor. A service to the pack that saved you."
But there was nothing honourable about it. I was being sold, handed off like a piece of property. My thoughts spiraled, a storm of fear and anger that I couldn't control.
end of flashback******
(Back to present)
Tears streamed down my face as I recalled the Alpha's words. What did it mean to be offered to other packs? The thought of being used by another Alpha sent chills down my spine.
I was jolted into reality by the loud banging on my door.
Kate's falling in love with Jason, the mysterious boy next door, which opens up a path of no return as she is dragged into a hundred years feud between the supernatural forces of Greenhills. On discovering that she is the chosen witch, her love for jason is threatened by her duty to fulfil as a witch and also from the ancient law that a witch and werewolf cannot be together. Jason, whose family was killed by unknown powers, struggles to control his powers, and to uncover his origin. Accidentally discovering that he is a werewolf chosen to represent the werewolf race. Truths are uncovered and Kate's major role in the old prophecy is revealed. Torn in between her love for Jason and her duty to the witches as the "Chosen", Kate must choose between fighting for her love for Jason or risk becoming Jason's worst enemy, destined to clash in a battle that could tear their world apart? Will Kate choose her love for Jason over her race? Or Will they drown in each other's anger, betrayals and Revenge?. What will kate do when she learns that her mother was killed by werewolves?.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
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.
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.
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.
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."
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."