Her Possessive Mate

Dark Romance Werewolf Third-Person POV Alpha Luna Possessive Hate to Love Reject

"You may be mine, but I am not yours." Kalmin’s emerald eyes blazed with fury as he turned away, slamming the door and locking Nuri inside. "I didn’t ask to be your mate, Alpha,” Nuri hissed at the door. “And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose you either.” But choices mean nothing when fate decides for you. __________ Nuri is a half-wolf, half-human hybrid—unclaimed by any world, unwanted by her mate, and trapped in a bond forged by fate. Kalmin is the ruthless Alpha of the Blue River Pack, feared for his brutality and worshipped for his power. The only thing he despises more than weakness… is her. She didn’t ask to be his. He refuses to be hers. But there’s no severing the mating bond. No escape from the pull that drags her closer every time he pushes her away. And no hiding the way her body betrays her when he gets too close. What begins as a battle for survival becomes something far more dangerous—an unraveling. Of secrets. Of control. Of hearts. Because hating someone is easy. Wanting them is not. In a world where strength is survival and love is a luxury neither of them can afford, Nuri must decide if she’ll run—or rise. __________ Dark. Addictive. Fated. This gritty werewolf romance is for 18+ readers only. Contains graphic sexual content, violence, and themes some may find triggering. Proceed with caution—and maybe a safe word.

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Chapter: Chapter 116

And he found hers. The girl who sat in the dark, praying she wasn’t broken. The woman who walked into the woods and never walked back out the same. Kalmin thrust again, deeper this time, as if drawn forward by something he didn’t understand. Nuri clung to him, her body trembling, her mind overwhelmed but open—so open. Thoughts weren’t separate anymore. Neither were memories. They shared everything. Nuri saw Kalmin’s childhood, his first shift, the moment he’d realized his omega blood didn’t make him weaker—just lonelier. She saw the moment he’d taken the fall for Ellery, not to protect a friend, but to keep his pack from tearing itself apart. Kalmin felt her first dream of the wolf. The way her body had rebelled against her own biology, the fear that she’d never be enough. He felt Tempest’s first howl, alone and unheard, echoing through their body in a cage of flesh that had never quite belonged to her. The rage when she’d realized she wasn’t only different—she was alone. And Rian