"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.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.