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Alpha's One Night Bride
Werewolf When I woke up, my mom's body was cold. The color was drained from her half-opened eyes, and I could see no signs of life.
My father told me that she purposely drank poison to kill herself.
But that was a lie.
My mother would never kill herself; she would never leave me.
That night imprisoned me.
“It wasn’t a mistake,”
“What are you talking about, Jonathan?” I asked him.
“Arina, you are my mate. You were born to be my luna,” he said. His face showed no signs of humor.
“I wasn’t born to be anybody’s luna,” I shot back.
“Arina, I love you…” he spoke softly, still staring into my eyes. I could feel the wolf in me stirring; something that I had never felt before. She was awakening; the fire that burned so deep inside of me was beginning to flare.
“Love?” I heard myself saying. “There’s no such thing as love…” After everything I knew about “love”, what my mother went through when she married my father, love didn’t exist.
“Give me a chance to prove you wrong. Marry me.”
WARNING This story will contain: Strong Sexual Content, Strong Language and Domestic Violence Scenes that may be triggering. Adult viewers only. The Alpha's Commoner Bride
Werewolf He embraces Mary, something about their embrace so random, so intense and passionate, that I stumble back, threatening to fall. This can’t be happening. Row catches me, my butcher friend already reeked with the smell of rotten meat but it doesn’t faze me, it doesn’t affect me like seeing Luke take another woman into his arms. They kiss, Row having to turn me around and hold to his chest as I hold back sobs.
Luke has found his mate and it isn’t me.
“Oh no,” Ann sighs, her hand patting my back.
“Well, I guess that is settled,” Paul murmurs. “Let’s get out of here, Aurora. We should let Luke be with his new mate.”
I sniffle a cry into Row’s shirt, feeling him embrace me tighter at the mention of Luke’s mate. It’s real. It can’t be. It wasn’t supposed to be like this and yet it’s happening.
Pulling myself together, I refuse to look back at my best friend, the man I thought I would be with forever, the only man I pictured having as my mate, while he embraces another woman. The Lunas Second Chance Mate
Werewolf On my 18th Birthday, My twin sister married my mate, Alpha Jacob, in my name.
I was Alisa Clark, the she-wolf with the purest blood. The Alphas must feed on my blood.
They were blessed with great power while they were cursed. The greater their abilities, the shorter their lives. My blood protected them from their curse
Yet, my twin Jennifer took away my glory and had me tortured for 6 years! Worse still, My mate allowed it
"You've been like a pig for us. He can smell you down here. He's known this whole time."
She took out a mirror and held it up to my face. " You think he would ever accept such an ugly mate like this pig."
I hadn't seen myself since I was twelve, vibrant and healthy. I was a child then, and now I looked like a ghost. My face was hollow and pale like a sick person.
I saw the scar on my face, it burned and had inflamed my cheek so that it was swollen. My eyes were red from the tears.
My hair was dull and limp over my skull. My purple eyes were the only piece of me that still held some semblance of life.
I could see scars even on my neck, and I knew that my body was even more scarred, and even more pathetic...
"How dare you be so stupid." Jennifer said. "How dare you think the Alpha wants you for more than your blood. Imagine him mating with you, when he could have me." Auctioned Mates Revenge
Werewolf *Warning* Explicit Content Included. Adults only.
My fated mate is the son of the murder who smashed my family and life.
I was sold to a brothel and my body was turned into a commodity.
And my sister, she's still being raped by those pedophiles, over and over, over and over.
I need to revenge.
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“Showtime, ladies!”
I rolled my shoulder and walked to the back of the line. There were ten of us. Each of us dressed in a sparkling evening gown, ready to introduce ourselves to the crowd. I barely listened to the women ahead of me.
Then, it was my turn. I took a deep breath and lifted my head as the woman ahead of me stepped aside. The stage light was so bright my eyes burned, but I kept my eyes open, scanning the VIP room windows for the man in question.
There, sitting in the front row of the VIP room just to the right of the stage, was Matt Wallber, surrounded by various women. His collar was undone and he wore what looked to be a deconstructed tuxedo. His hair was raked and a bit windswept as if he had been running his hand through it.
“We’ll open the bidding now!”
A few breaths passed before the screen lit up.
Round 1 Bidding Open.
I watched my headshot shoot ahead of the other nine and over the blue line that signified my requested starting bid.
Someone had bid on me in the first round well over my opening bid.
My heart leaped.
Had he taken the bait so soon?
Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne
Werewolf “My… mate…”
She felt his hot breath caress against the back of her neck when he whispered behind her, she moved too slow to prevent the man from forcing her to the grass beneath them.
“My… mate!” He shouted as he straddled her against the cold ground, the darkness blinded her from his identity.
His grip was strong and rough as he pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand, she could smell the alcohol on his breath when he whispered the word over and over against her ear.
“I don’t—“ Doris gasped when he ripped her maids’ uniform off with little to no effort, leaving her almost bare in her undergarments.
She struggled uselessly against his hold, the cold air stung her exposed skin. Doris didn’t understand what this man meant by mate. She didn’t have a mate—he was obviously very drunk and had the wrong girl.
“Please don’t—“ Doris cried out in pain when she felt his teeth latch onto her neck. He bit down with no hesitation, as if he were claiming her in that moment to feast upon for eternity.
The burst of pain slowly passed when he kissed the mark he just made upon her skin almost tenderly, her eyes fluttered open at the sensation. A wave of heat burned her entire body as he trailed his lips down her neck, only stopping to explore the tops of her breasts.
Goosebumps coated her skin beneath his touches. Her breath quickened, she saw him tilt his head towards her in the darkness as if he listened to every slight sound she made. His free hand moved to caress her breasts where his mouth wasn’t. She felt disgusted with herself—
“Oh!” Doris tried to swallow her moan and flushed red when she couldn’t hide her own reaction to a man that attacked her. She didn’t realize her body was so sensitive to touch in certain areas—even to a beastly man like him.
His rough hand ran down the side of her body, surely feeling the heat he caused beneath her skin. The man leaned up to whisper in her ear the same word he’d said dozens of times, the one that confused her more than anything. “Mate…”
“Please, I’m not—“
Approaching footsteps stilled his wandering hand once and for all. He stood, and for the first time she saw the moonlight shine on his face enough to reveal who her attacker was. She couldn’t believe—
“Prince William!” The voices shouted. The Rogue King
Werewolf Mate! Lucas cackled, high and insane in his mind. Our mate!!
Daphne shrieked as the wolf leaped at her and tackled her to the ground. She stared up at the wolf looming over her, frozen in terror.
She hissed at the pain in her neck as he removed its paw from her throat and stepped back just a bit.
He growled, low and almost tender, “Mate.”
Oh goddess, he was looking for his mate? He was going to kill her.
“P-Please don’t k-kill me…” She pleaded, “P-Please, I…”
The wolf flinched and trembled, “No. No. I wouldn’t-- Never-- I’m sorry…”
Daphne wasn’t sure what to make of his sudden change in tone and demeanor. He took half a step back.
“Are you hurt? Lemme see your wounds” Daphne asked worriedly.
“Aren’t you… Aren’t you afraid of me?”
She shrugged, “Not so long as your paws stay off my neck.”
His face heated and his stomach clenched nervously. Even Lucas seemed anxious about it.
“I’m sorry. I-I’m really sorry. I-I thought you were an enemy. I didn’t-- I mean--”
She laughed a little, though it wasn’t mocking. He knew what that sounded like, but he didn’t know what to thinking of her laughter other than it was lovely.
Her gaze turned gentle and sympathetic, “You are hurt. It’s okay. Besides, you apologized.”
She shrugged again, “You’re so strong. If you really meant to hurt me, I wouldn’t be able to do much about it. Honestly, save for the scrape, you didn’t even touch me…. I guess you’re a polite and handsome, gentlemanly werewolf.”
Arthur’s hands trembled with the need to touch her. He had never thought the goddess would tempt him like this, but he refrained. His hands were covered in dirt, blood, and who knew what else. He didn’t want to stain her clothes or dirty her in any way.
His heart quaked at her words. He had never felt so embarrassed. His face was burning with it.
Polite and handsome she’d called him. The elation was a warm, floating feeling easing his mind and her smile made him a bit dizzy.
“I…”
Her cheeks flushed, “Sorry… I’ve been living alone too long, so I end up talking too much when I’m around people. I'm sorry if I've offended you... I've never met a werewolf. I'm just a human.”
Arthur didn't care what she was, “You are my mate.”
If he could strangle Lucas for that outburst, he would, but it wouldn’t be fair. The years of isolation had made him awkward.
She frowned, “Mate? What’s that?”
Arthur clenched his hand, “It… My wolf told me… I thought I didn’t have a mate until I met you. Do you like me? I like you a lot.”
The woman’s eyes widened and he regretted saying so much. He should have kept his mouth closed. What if she’s freaked out?
“I… don’t understand. Is this a werewolf thing? Are all werewolves like this? I mean… I don't even know you, you don't even know my name--”
“It’s Arthur,” he said, “...Could you tell me your name?”
She eyed him warily and he did his best to stay still as she looked at him.
“... it’s Daphne.” Arthur smiled at her and watched the flush of her cheeks grow.