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The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession

The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession

My stepsister and I were held hostage on a crumbling cliff by a Rogue wolf. The Rogue told my Fated Mate, Alpha Jamel, that he could only save one of us. I looked into Jamel's eyes, expecting the unwavering certainty of our soul bond. Instead, he chose my bastard-born stepsister, Justine. "Let Justine go," he commanded, leaving me to die. My heart shattered as I watched Justine mask a triumphant smirk behind her pathetic fake sobs. I was publicly rejected and abandoned by the man whose soul was tied to mine. I laughed, a broken and ugly sound, and sent him my final words through our fraying mind-link. "I curse you. May you never have what you truly desire." Using my last ounce of strength, I broke free, grabbed Justine, and dragged her off the cliff with me. Even as the freezing waves swallowed me, I couldn't understand why the Moon Goddess played such a cruel joke on me. Why did a sacred Fated Mate bond mean absolutely nothing compared to her fake tears? Opening my eyes again, the familiar scent of fresh lilies filled my lungs. I was back in my bedroom, exactly five years in the past. It was the day before the Festival of First Bloom, the starting point of my tragic destiny. I stared at my fifteen-year-old reflection in the mirror, and a chilling smile spread across my lips. This time, I set the rules.
Rejected by the Pack, Chosen by the True Alpha

Rejected by the Pack, Chosen by the True Alpha

For three years, a rogue witch named Tanya wore my skin. She drank wolfsbane like fine wine—her dark magic smothering the allergy that should have killed my body within hours. When a lunar eclipse finally frayed her grip, I clawed my way back into my own bones and rushed downstairs, desperate for my family to see the daughter they had lost. My mother slid a cup of wolfsbane tea toward me without lifting her eyes. "Mom, you know I'm allergic. I nearly died from it as a child." She slammed the table and called my suffering a pathetic bid for attention. My brother, the pack's chief healer, watched me swallow the poison and convulse on the floor. Hours later, he stood over my hospital bed and told me the rooftop was thirty stories high—if I really wanted to die. Even Caleb, my fated mate, choked me until my bones creaked. He threw me into a silver dungeon swarming with rabid rats, accusing me of stealing a necklace I had never touched. I couldn't understand how their love had become so blind. How could they not recognize my own soul? They watched me swallow a fatal flower, convinced I was nothing more than the witch throwing a tantrum. They didn't realize they had tortured their real daughter to death until my heart flatlined and a maid found the missing necklace tucked inside a cat's bed. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in that cold hospital. My guardian spirit had woven me a new, breathtaking body—the vessel of a legendary White Wolf. This time, when they come crawling back, I won't feel a thing.
Betrayed by My Own Companion

Betrayed by My Own Companion

I gasped in pain as my back hit the ground, my head bouncing off the floor right after it. Stars burst behind my eyes as the air whooshed from my lungs. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the unfamiliar room. Footsteps followed-slow, deliberate, and heavy. My heart pounded as I tried to make sense of where I was. Once the dots of light cleared from my vision, I realized the ceiling above me wasn't textured like the one in my dorm room. This place was different. Cold. Empty. Foreign. I barely had a second to breathe before hands grabbed my arms and yanked me up roughly. I whimpered, my body screaming in protest. My eyes squeezed shut just as my back hit the wall, his grip tightening. "You tried to leave," Markus growled, his voice low and dangerous. I trembled, unable to hide it even if I tried. "Please..." I whispered, my voice cracking. "I didn't mean-" His scent, a mix of pine and musk, overwhelmed me, reminding me all over again what he was-who he was. Alpha. And my mate. I didn't want this. At least, I didn't think I did. But then why did my body react the way it did when he was near? Why did my pulse skip when he looked at me, even like this? Markus leaned in closer, his nose brushing against my neck, inhaling deeply. "You're mine, Chey. You don't get to run from me." I clenched my fists at my sides, torn between fury and fear. "I have a boyfriend," I said through gritted teeth, barely holding back the emotion threatening to break through. His lips curled into a smirk. "Not for long." And in that moment, I knew-Markus wasn't letting me go. Not without a fight.
Not Just A Luna, I Am Alpha

Not Just A Luna, I Am Alpha

"I, Alpha Xander Finch of the Red Moon Pack," he said. Wait, is he going to accept my rejection now? "Reject your rejection, Alpha Chastity Reid of the Silver Moon Pack," he added, and my eyes widened when I felt something extraordinary. Maybe he felt it too because he was surprised as well. Then he carried me before he pinned me at the back of the now already closed door and kissed me and, oh goddess, I felt like I missed him for a thousand years already, so I kissed him back. ***** Chassy, an omega who carries the weight of her heritage, is mistreated by her mother and the Red Moon Pack for her entire existence. Her real potential, which was acquired from a father who came from a mysterious lycan clan, is hidden from her and her tormentors. She found out that Xander, her Alpha, was her mate. For some reason, he hurt her. As a result Chassy leaves and rejects him. But destiny has more in store for her. With the advent of her lycan beast, she unexpectedly rises to the position of alpha in her adopted pack. Then she met her father whom she never knew and found out more about herself. The persistent vampires, push packs to band together under an alliance. Chassy's previous and present lives intersect when Xander stops by her new pack for a joint training session against this backdrop of peril and unity. Will Xander and Chassy be able to cross the gap between them? Can they stand together in the face of the impending vampire threat? What will Chassy do when she knows that she's unable to give Xander an heir and a boy with his mother comes to the pack claiming Xander to be the father?