Mate of The Lycan Twins

Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

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For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love. But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night. Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine. Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love. And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim. But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go. "Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away." He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door. And when I finally left his pack. I took more than just my broken heart with me.

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The Lycan Twins' Abused Mate."

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Please, don't eradicate me, please! Ava pleaded "Father please, don't kill me. I vow to be obedient. Please forgive me and stop hitting me. "It hurts," she pleaded as her father clenched her hair tightly. She whimpered as he whacked her with a rod. The rod sliced through her skin, and blood trickled from the cut. She pleaded, yet her father refused to let go of her.

"Hey, wake up, wake up Ava" Oliver yelled, feeling worried about her.

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Chapter one: Ava's point of view.

I jolted out of my sleep, shivering and in a cold sweat. The sweat dripped from my forehead down my cheeks.

"It's okay, Ava, you will be fine," she mumbles as she caresses me on my back, making me feel more relaxed.

Oliver is my best friend. She is the only one who was there for me when I was at my lowest. Wondering who I am.

I am Ava Garcia, the only daughter of my father, William Garcia. My father loved me greatly, and I was loved by my mother as well. I am my mother's daughter.

We were not rich, nor are we poor, but we're satisfied with the little we had.

My mother, Patricia Glory Garcia, was a very gorgeous and elegant woman, despite the little money her father has. She loved him regardless of his average looks. She loved and protected her family. I have always enjoyed the warmth and love my parents showed me for being their only kid.

An incident transpired when I was just 10 years old that entirely altered my life. The beast I never knew existed eventually surfaced in my father's heart, leading him to torment and torture me. Since I was 10, he accused me of his beloved wife's demise.

"Get your ass here now, bastard," my father yelled.

My body was shivering, and I was terrified despite being tortured day and night. My body refused to adapt to the pains my father inflicted on me, so I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to answer my father's call.

"Father,'' I responded as I walked towards him, still trembling.

"How many times have I told you that you should never call me father again?" He yelled, "Tell me why you deserve to be my daughter after killing off my wife." He screams, clutching me hard on my face before yanking me away to the floor and my head hitting the wooden chair.

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