My Vengeful Mate

My Vengeful Mate

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She hated Alphas and detest the ground they walk on however you won't blame her. She had been through a lot in the hands of Alphas, the discrimination, loosing her whole family and becoming a slave all because of an Alpha's selfish decision. She haboured hatred and zeal for revenge but just when she was finding reasons to continue living again her life took a drastic turn. She got the opportunity to finally take her revenge on an Alpha but unfortunately he happened to be her soul mate. Would she continue with goal of revenge or would love conquer her?

Chapter 1 Alpha Lucan

"_Alpha they are here._" Harry, my beta notified me through the pack link.

"_OK I will join you people soon._" I replied and closed the register I was looking at before. I was going through the history as usual checking for any threat to my pack.

The book contains our allies and prospective foes, it may sounds weird but that is me. I don't trade my pack for anything and the pack's safety has always been my utmost concern.

My pack is my only family and my everything so I don't joke with the pack and wastes no time in uprooting any obstacles threatening our peace.

Well that is how I earned the name; the deadliest young alpha existing, I never hold back in protecting my pack even if it means destroying a whole pack and am not ashamed to say that I have done that a few times.

I had destroyed many packs down to the smallest animals there some of which were brought about by their Alphas challenging me or threatening the peace of my pack which automatically means getting on my bad side. I never feel remorseful after each massacre, they always deserved it so what's the need for feeling bad for protecting the only thing that keeps me going, my pack.

"_Alpha are you still there._" Harry's voice seeped through my head again jerking me awake.

"_Yeah, on my way._" I replied and hurried out my office. I almost forgot that I had to meet with my present victim. A victim and unfortunate subject, the alpha of Moon Savior Pack, a distant pack from ours.

He happened to be so unfortunate to get on my bad side recently and trust me, I have been close to wiping out his pack.

He had recently sent me a message through two of his top pack soldiers and just like myself I killed one and sent one back to him, aren't I merciful? At least I didn't kill the two , I needed to make sure that my messages got to him. I needed him to know that I was not his mate for him to send me messengers, If he wants to talk he should come and see me one on one.

The middle aged man was so foolish to invite my wrath upon him so I feel no remorse in willingly giving him what he asked for.

The issue started with alpha James trying to claim our pack land and resources which we earned after wiping out a distant pack close to theirs. So you see why I call him foolish? He clearly saw what happened in his neighborhood and still thinks he could challenge me and survive it.

I was not planning to descend on his poor innocent pack but not after he injured two of my precious pack members. Every living organism breathing in my pack is precious so I don't take it lightly when one threatens what is precious to me.

Alpha James is a known greedy man and I just realized that he can trade anything for fortunes, this almost made me feel bad because his greediness was not the fault of his innocent pack but as they say, the sins of the father shall descend on the children. I have no regrets doing what am doing.

I entered the lounge and met them, alpha James sorrounded by my most trusted men. They had escorted him from the border and as I had requested, he was alone. My step brother was also there.

"Alpha, " they all except obviously alpha James greeted.

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