"This can't be real. How can my wicked brother, of all people, be my mate when I am already bonded to Lycan King Rolan who removed someone's head right in front of me and to Isolde, my female mate? Make it make sense to me moon goddess!" In the Ravenclaw Pack, I was nobody, just an orphan with no rank. But when Alpha Kalen died, the revealed truth about who I was almost cost me my life-He was my father and his son Kael, my brother was after my life away from his obsession, I fled to Seattle, I ran away from him, and that's when I met Rolan, the real Lycan King, who became my true mate. My meeting with Rolan led me to Isolde, my female mate who betrayed me. Kael and Braxton, my mate's uncle, both form an ally to destroy everything Rolan and I could be. together. Can we escape these monsters and claim the throne that's rightfully ours?
MARA
My heart sliced through me as Ria cried out, "Our mate is injured!" Panic swelled within me- could it be Kael, my former mate from Ravencrest Pack?
Fear rippled through my veins, imagining his wrath if he found me, he would either drag me back to face the pack as a fugitive, or worse, KILL ME! which was his best option.
I knew how much Kael hated me.
"MATE!" Ria kept purring.
"Shut up Ria! Do I have two mates now?!" That is not Kael, can't you see?" I snapped back at her when I soon noticed something about the scent we'd been perceiving.
"Not Kael!" I gasped. Ria purred in agreement. This scent was different- not the familiar honey and jasmine, but a tantalizing blend of caramel and rosemary.
"A new mate?" Confusion and curiosity mingled as I studied the injured wolf before me, caught in a vicious boar trap. I realized why the beast couldn't shift- doing so would tear its leg apart. Rival packs often used such traps to catch and interrogate enemies.
Despite its shattered leg and exposed bone, the wolf remained stoic, with no howls of agony or cries for help. I knelt, my fingers brushing its thick, blood-matted fur.
"We have to help our new mate", even though we've never met, but he needed my attention and care. Ria whimpered in agreement, sensing our bond strengthening.
With gentle hands, I examined the trap, trying to figure out how to release the wolf without causing more harm.
An eerie calm settled over us, the forest's stillness punctuated by our ragged breaths and the occasional creak of the trap's mechanism until I finally found a way to set the trap free. Ria and I exchanged a smile, acknowledging our injured mate's remarkable pain tolerance.
As the wolf chuffed, I sensed a plea for help rather than aggression. I shifted back to my human form, relieved it wasn't Kael although I wasn't so comfortable standing naked in front of a stranger.
Nudity aside, my priority was helping the wounded creature as my desire to help humans and animals, especially wolves was what fueled my interest in Zoology and Medicine studies. The big grey wolf's glowing blue eyes studied me, intelligently and trusting.
"Hey, Mr. Hefty," I murmured, reaching out a hand for him to sniff. "I'm here to help. I know you can't shift with that shattered leg. Just let me know if it's okay for me to help."
His warm breath brushed my palm, granting permission and also making my coochies to swell between my thighs as his scent was so intoxicating that for some reason, the only thing I want to do right now is for him to shift back and fuck me.
With cautious movements, I positioned a sturdy branch between his powerful jaws. "Try not to bite down too hard or howl. This will hurt."
I did that so that he wouldn't bite on my hand instead. "If you want to mark us, you mark us with dignity." Ria added jokingly.
Surprisingly, he remained comfortable as I worked to free him, not even flinching. Intrigued by the battle scars and scent of blood on his fur, I couldn't help but wonder about his backstory.
"You must be one tough warrior." His eyes never left mine, conveying a sense of understanding beyond the average wolf. The trap finally let go, and the large, energetic wolf fell to the ground.
I couldn't believe that even with its bone sticking out from the boar trap's force, it remained quiet, neither howling nor crying from the pain. I was amazed by its resilience.
Once the trap was released, I inspected the damage. Blood matted his fur, and the bone protruded at an unnatural angle.
"We need to set this leg and you will need a surgery. But hold on, Mr. Hefty, I'd do a first aid now."
Despite my gentle tone, I couldn't mask the concern in my voice. As I examined the injured wolf's leg, it was clear that the bone needed support. Searching the surroundings, I found a sturdy, flexible wooden rope that would help stabilize the fracture during shifting.
With gentle hands, I carefully aligned the shattered bone, with Ria wincing as the wolf skin warmed up under my touch. "Almost done," I whispered, wrapping the withe securely around the injured limb.
The makeshift splint would hold the bone in place, ensuring it didn't move or worsen during transformation. Ria whimpered, mirroring my empathy for the injured wolf as I worked to repair the damage, knowing our fates were intertwined- he was my mate even though I didn't understand how.
His unwavering trust fueled my resolve as I finished securing the withe, knowing it was crucial to his healing process.
"There," I said, meeting the wolf's piercing gaze.
"This should keep your leg stable when you shift but it won't last, you still need to be operated on. Let me know if you need help standing."
As I finished securing the withe, the wolf's intense gaze met mine and a shiver of cold ran down my spine, a mix of anticipation and wonder. Slowly, his body began to transform. The air crackled with energy as bones cracked and reformed, muscles rippled, and fur receded.
I watched, entranced, as the wolf melted away, revealing a strikingly handsome man. His wounds soon closed up without any traces and I was amazed by that fast healing.
"Thank you for helping me." He said softly but I was lost in checking him out as if he was an antique in a museum. His chiselled features were framed by messy hair, and a strong jaw hinted at an intimidating judgment.
My eyes traced the contours of his muscular form-broad shoulders, taut abdomen, and powerful limbs, like a Greek statue brought to life. Despite the pain he must have felt, he stood tall as his transformation was complete. His naked body, now vulnerable in its human form, radiated a raw strength and undeniable allure of his lengthy and meaty joystick which made me wet down there.
Suddenly there was a sudden rustle of leaves announcing the arrival of some people I assume were his pack members due to how he reacted upon seeing them although I was firstly scared at the sight of them.
"Relax, those are my warriors and they are here to rescue me."
He confirmed my assumption while I ran to his back. The small group of men was led by an authoritative figure I assumed was his beta but unknown to them, a figure had been following them and had hidden behind a massive tree.
My mysterious mate, Mr Hefty and I spotted the intruder simultaneously, our eyes narrowing in unison. It's funny how neither of us knew each other's names since we've met.
With a commanding voice, Mr. Hefty barked, "Zander, seize him!" Zander, his loyal beta, lunged into action, sprinting after the intruder who was also running for his life in fear at this point but Zander soon caught up with him and dragged him towards where we were standing pinning the enemy against the tree with a ferocious snarl.
The intruder's eyes widened with fear as he realized his mistake. In a swift fluid motion, my mate drew a gleaming sword from its sheath, the blade glinting ominously under the moonlight.
"You've trespassed on our territory for the last time," he growled, his voice cold and resolute. I flinched, my heart hammering in my chest at the ferocity of his words. He noticed how scared he had made me and his gaze softened as he turned to me, with a look of apology in his eyes saying,
"Forgive me," and a devilish smirk saying 'You know what? Never mind' at the same time. And to be very honest, I should add 'Mr. Fake-it' to his initial nickname, considering the stark contrast between this icy tone and the gentle, almost tender voice he'd used with me since shifting even though he hadn't said more than three sentences to me.
It seemed my mysterious mate had layers I'm yet to uncover. The complexity of his character both intrigued and intimidated me, leaving me uncertain of where I stood.
"Please just let me go, I'll never come back here, I promise you." The enemy struggled as his pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears.
"Sure, you'll never come back here because I'll send your head back to your pack."
Talking about pack, I knew this stray wolf was from Ravenclaw, my pack, I could see the mark which is peculiar to us only on his forehead. He said fiercely that I couldn't even find my words but all I knew was that my mouth was widely opened the whole time.
With a sickening motion fast as a flash, he raised his hand as the sword swung through the air and sliced through the intruder's neck removing his head in one swift strike. I gasped, shock rippling through me as the gruesome scene unfolded right before my eyes.
The lifeless body slumped to the ground, blood pooling beneath it. Zander released his hold, a fierce satisfaction evident in his eyes.
"Very undemure, very uncutesy of our new mate." Ria whispers to me.
"Well, we are here witnessing a live stream of a beheading scene- all thanks to you 'Ria the runner'." I teased her.
"Anyone who dares to cross me will meet the same fate," Mr. Hefty declared, his voice resonating through the clearing. He wiped the blood from his blade, sheathing it with a finality that sent shivers down my spine.
As the reality of his power settled over me, I trembled because of the gruesome scene which just unfolded before my eyes. This man...my mysterious mate...Mr. Hefty was not the one anyone could mess with.
The world between werewolves and Lycans was divided by ancient rivalries. Nina, a young orphan, was promised as a gift and forced to be a breeder to the ruthless, cruel and selfish Alpha King Rogan. She dreams of escape and love but when she attempts to flee, she discovers a shocking truth—the very king she despises is her fated mate. Just as Nina starts to give in to his charms, a long-lost cousin, Agnes, resurfaces, revealing Nina's true identity as a Lycan. She had a new responsibility of running to protect her hybrid children. Fifteen years later, tragedy strikes. Nina's husband is dead, her children were kidnapped, and she has to confront a sinister enemy and uncover shocking family secrets.
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?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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."
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.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."