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The Alpha Omega Mate

The Alpha Omega Mate

Wang Yibo is the strongest alpha among other alphas leading different packs; he's the most powerful and most feared. Alpha Wang is the dominion alpha over every other alpha; nobody dares look into his eyes while he talks. His cold face is like ice that will never be melted; if you dare him, then you find yourself in the deepest feet of the soil. He has the perfect figure of a man-hot, handsome, perfect-a strong warrior who will battle with other thousand wolves without knowing it in his body. He's indeed the Alpha and the King of all packs. But the moon pack is never complete without Luna. Wang Yibo was chosen as the alpha the moment his father died, which was when he was Twenty years old. Everyone looked forward to their alpha finding his mate, but nothing happened; she was never found,even now that he's a thirty-year-old grown-up wolf. Wang Yibo doesn't seem to care any longer. He gave up the moment he clocked twenty-five and still no sign of his mate. He came to the conclusion that the moon goddess doesn't have a mate for him. Maybe that is the price he has to pay for being chosen among his older brothers. •• Then there's Elsa. Ever since she was born,it has been sorrow and sadness for her. She was unfortunately born among the weakest wolves-the Omegas. Her parents had been living in slavery before she was born, and even after her birth, it continued, and eventually her father died in the situation. Everyday is like hell, and sorrow and tears are like her own meals and dishes, along with her people in the same bondage, all because they were born as a low rank among the wolves.
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.