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My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King

My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King

At the sacred Moon Ball, I waited for the Moonstone Chalice to choose me as the Luna of Arthur, the Royal Alpha and my childhood love. But the man on the throne, who looked exactly like Arthur, used dark magic to make the silver light choose a low-level Omega named Diana instead. He then stepped down, looking at me with greedy eyes. "You will be my Chosen Mate. You will have my bed, even if you do not have the title." He wanted me as a cheap mistress just to control my family's powerful army. When I refused, he crushed the silver amulet Arthur had given me and threatened to strip my rank. Diana hid behind him, pretending to cry and apologize while stealing my rightful place. But I felt absolutely no soul connection to this man. His scent was a disgusting mix of damp earth and rot. This was not the boy who once took a silver dagger to the chest to save my life. Disgusted by the imposter, I left the castle and wandered into the market, where I saw royal guards brutally kicking a crippled, severely burned beggar. I ordered them to stop and knelt in the dirt to help the dying man. But the moment my fingers brushed his ruined neck, a violent shock of pure electricity shot down my spine. The Recognition was complete. This broken beggar with a peeled-off face was my true Alpha, Arthur. I held my fated mate tightly, swearing to make the imposter bleed for every scar on his body.
Hunted by the Possessive Alpha King

Hunted by the Possessive Alpha King

I woke up from a nightmare only to find myself in a real-life hell. Stripped of my modern life, I was now just a nameless slave in the brutal dungeons of Blackstone Keep. But my true nightmare began when I realized who the master of this fortress was. Archon Etienne Callahan was the terrifying, inhumanly strong man who had attacked me in a drug-fueled frenzy during the Moonwise Festival. Now, he was hunting for me. He was searching every corner of the keep for the mysterious girl whose scent had somehow calmed the poison in his veins. To survive, I had to become completely invisible. I purposely injured my own knee to avoid his attention, and at the final slave selection, I played the clumsy, crippled fool. I desperately hoped to be tossed into the lowest, filthiest place-the kitchens-where he would never look. My plan seemed to work perfectly as the stewards passed me over in disgust. But just as I thought I was safe, a frantic cook rushed into the courtyard and pointed straight at me. "I'll take her." She dragged me away to the chaotic kitchens, and once we were alone, her friendly smile turned chillingly knowing. "I saw what you did in the garden," she whispered. My blood ran cold. My perfect cover was blown, the Archon's invisible net was closing in, and my desperate fight for freedom just became a deadly game of hide-and-seek right under the monster's nose.
He Rejected A Weak Omega, She Became A Goddess

He Rejected A Weak Omega, She Became A Goddess

I was the lowest Omega in the Blood Moon Pack, forced to scrub greasy floors while enduring the daily abuse and kicks of the Warriors. On the night of Alpha Kael's succession ball, the fated mate bond suddenly snapped into place between us. The powerful, ruthless Alpha had found his destined Luna, and it was me, the dirty scullery maid hiding behind the curtains. But the magical peace of our bond lasted only seconds before reality crashed down. Faced with the disgusted whispers of the nobles and the political threats from his Gamma, Kael chose his power over me. He dragged me to the center of the grand hall and publicly rejected me. "I, Kael, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Elara, as my mate." The violently severed bond felt like crushed glass in my lungs, snapping my soul in half and leaving me coughing up dark blood on the pristine marble. Surrounded by mocking eyes and an unnatural chill, I dragged my broken body out into the freezing, fog-filled Shadow Forest to die. I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess would give me a protector only to let him become my cruel executioner. Why was I destined to be nothing more than a pathetic, disposable Omega meant to be trampled on? But as three feral Rogues lunged to tear my throat out under the midnight moon, the searing agony in my veins suddenly vanished. I didn't shift into a weak Omega wolf. Bathed in a blinding, divine light, my body expanded into a towering, flawless White Wolf. Looking at my massive silver reflection in the water, I made a silent vow. I was no longer a servant, and I would make them all kneel.