The Alpha Banished Mate
Seventeen-year-old Aria Moonstone was banished, betrayed, and left to survive alone… until her uncle, Alpha Leon, returns with a dark plan: her blood will grant him ultimate power.
Trapped in a pack that once rejected her, with two weeks until a deadly ritual, Aria must navigate danger, betrayal, and secrets she barely understands.
And then there’s Jason — strong, mysterious, alpha bound to her in ways she doesn’t yet realize. Can Aria survive the shadows of her past… and the boy she’s meant to be with?
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Chapter: chapter 151 We hadn’t even caught our breath from the first time. Jason was still inside me—deep, thick, softening only slightly—his hips pressed tight against mine, both of us leaning against the rough pine trunk. My back was scratched from bark, breasts tingling from the friction, thighs slick and trembling around his waist. My arms were looped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, holding on like he might vanish again if I let go. His forehead rested against mine. Our breaths mingled—hot, ragged, tasting of salt and each other. I could feel his heartbeat slamming against my chest, matching the frantic pulse between my legs. He was still hard enough that every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh sparks through me. He lifted his head just enough to look at me. Eyes molten gold. Jaw clenched. Sweat dripping from his temple down the side of his face. “You’re shaking,” he said—voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. “I know.” My own voice cracked—hoarse from screaming his name into the ni
Last Updated: 2026-03-10
Chapter: chapter 150 The night was thick around us — black trees pressing in close, leaves rustling like whispers, the air heavy with damp earth and pine. We had run for hours — feet pounding dirt paths, hearts slamming against ribs — until the castle lights were gone and the only sound left was our breathing and the distant howl of wind through the branches. We had escaped my father’s guards, escaped the chains he tried to put on me again, escaped the Blood Prophet’s shadow that seemed to follow every step. For now, we were alone. Safe. Hidden. Finally. Jason stopped first — chest heaving, hand still gripping mine so tight it almost hurt. We stood in a small clearing — moonlight cutting through the canopy in thin silver blades, lighting his face in sharp angles. Sweat glistened on his brow. His shirt was torn at the shoulder from where a branch had caught him. His eyes — gold and wild — locked on mine. He didn’t speak. Neither did I. The space between us disappeared in one step. His hands came u
Last Updated: 2026-03-10
Chapter: chapter 149 The first thing I felt was warmth. Soft. Gentle. Not the cold stone of the arena. Not the hard ground of the forest. Warm. My eyes slowly fluttered open. For a moment, everything was blurry. My head felt heavy, like I had been sleeping for days. The air smelled different too—fresh leaves, wood smoke, and something rich and savory. Food. My stomach twisted immediately. Only then did my memory come rushing back. The arena. Dragon. Jason. My breath caught as I pushed myself up slightly. I was lying on a bed made of thick furs inside a small wooden shelter. Light from a low fire flickered across the walls, making soft shadows dance. Where…? Then I saw him. Jason sat near the fire, his broad back facing me. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his shoulders moved slowly as he worked over the flames. He was roasting meat. Relief hit me so suddenly my chest hurt. He’s okay… I must have made a sound because his head turned quickly. His sharp eyes met mine. For one se
Last Updated: 2026-03-10
Chapter: chapter 148 For a moment… I thought I was dreaming. Because the scent that filled my nose— Warm. Wild. Familiar— It was Jason. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me before my weak body could hit the ground again. I gasped softly as I was pulled against a hard chest. Safe. So painfully safe. My head fell against him without my permission. My body had no strength left to pretend. No strength left to fight. “…Jason…” I breathed weakly. His grip on me tightened immediately. “I’ve got you,” he murmured low, close to my ear. My heart twisted. Even through the pain… Even through the noise of the crowd… Just hearing his voice made something inside me calm down. But only for a second. Because then— Jason’s body went rigid. The air around us turned cold. Dangerous. Slowly, he lifted his head. And when he spoke— His voice was sharp with anger. “She’s too weak to fight!” The arena went quieter. Not silent… But tense. Heavy. I forced my blurry eyes open. My father still sa
Last Updated: 2026-03-10
Chapter: chapter 147 The world tilted slowly. Not because the ground moved… But because I could barely hold myself up anymore. Every breath I took burned in my chest. Every small movement sent sharp pain through my body. Across from me, Dragon stood tall and steady, like the fight had only just begun for him. For me… It already felt like the end. The crowd’s voices rolled over the arena like thunder. “DRAGON!” “FINISH IT!” “END HER!” Their voices pressed against my ears, loud and wild. I forced my shaking hands into the dirt and pushed myself up. Slowly. Painfully. My knees wobbled the moment I stood. Dragon watched me carefully. Not mocking. Not angry. Just… waiting. Like he knew exactly what would happen next. I swallowed hard and lifted my chin. “I’m… not done,” I said, though my voice came out weak. Dragon’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You should be,” he replied calmly. Then he moved. Not fast. Not rushed. Just one smooth step forward— But the air shifted. My wolf stirred
Last Updated: 2026-03-09
Chapter: chapter 146 The moment the man called Dragon stepped fully into the arena… Everything changed. The air felt heavier. Thicker. Like the whole world had suddenly decided to press down on my shoulders. I swallowed slowly. The cheers of the crowd faded into a dull roar in my ears. He walked forward with slow, steady steps. Not rushed. Not tense. Just… calm. Too calm. My fingers curled slightly. Something about him made the small hairs on my arms rise. Danger. Pure danger. He stopped a few steps away from me. His sharp eyes scanned me from head to toe, like he was measuring something only he could see. Then he tilted his head slightly. “You’re the princess?” he asked, voice deep and even. I lifted my chin. “Yes.” He hummed softly. Not impressed. Not surprised. Just… observing. Behind me, the crowd was already screaming for blood. “DRAGON!” “END IT!” “FINISH HER!” My heart pounded hard in my chest, but I forced my feet to stay planted. I had come too far to freeze now.
Last Updated: 2026-03-09
The Seduction Contract
"Do you want me to stop?" Darlington growled, his thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her tremble.
"No," Freya moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist, hips rocking desperately to take him deeper. "God, no... harder."
She was supposed to seduce him. Spy on him. Steal his secrets to save her dying mother.
But the city's most ruthless billionaire, Darlington Knight, saw right through her from the moment she walked into his world.
Now he's the one claiming her—pinning her against silk sheets, against cold glass walls, in the dark heat of his penthouse—fucking her senseless until she forgets her mission, forgets her lies, forgets everything but the way he owns her body.
Every touch is dangerous. Every kiss a threat.
He knows she's hiding something... and he's going to make her beg to confess—on her knees, breathless, dripping for him.
Freya came to betray him.
Instead, she's falling—hard, fast, and filthy—into a passion that could ruin them both. Even though Darlington might have his secrets, will he still see her the same way after finding out she was just a spy sent to seduce him?"
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Chapter: chapter 17"Why do you think so?" Darlington asked. His voice was flat, almost as if the news didn't surprise him at all. He took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes fixed on the city lights outside his window. "Sir, do you remember that night at the Blue Lantern Casino two years ago?" Kelvin asked, stepping into the light. "You were in the VIP section, and there was a dancer—the one who managed to lift your black bank card right out of your pocket. It had access to your private offshore accounts. We spent months trying to track her down, but she vanished into thin air. We couldn't find a single lead." Darlington’s hand tightened around his bottle. He remembered. It was the only time in his life someone had actually outsmarted him. "When was this?" "Two years ago, sir," Kelvin replied firmly. "I’ve cross-referenced the facial recognition from the old security tapes with the girl sleeping in the guest room. It’s her, sir. Freya Goodwill is the thief who robbed you." A heavy silence filled the ro
Last Updated: 2026-02-27
Chapter: chapter 16The last thing Freya heard before the world turned black was the thunderous sound of Darlington’s voice. "Fries!" he had roared, his fists hammering against the wood like a drumbeat. She had called his name—a weak, broken whisper that barely left her throat—before her knees gave out. As the darkness swallowed her, Freya wasn't in a VIP bathroom anymore. She was five years old again. The trauma of her childhood came rushing back like a flood. Years ago, her parents were always traveling in and out of the United States for their high-flying jobs. They left her behind with a nanny who had a heart of stone. The nanny hated Freya; she saw the little girl as a burden that kept her from her boyfriend. Every night, the nanny would dress up to go out, and every night, Freya would cling to her skirt, sobbing. "Please don't leave me! Please don't lock the door!" Freya would beg, her tiny voice cracking. But the nanny never listened. She would shove the little girl back into the room and turn
Last Updated: 2026-02-26
Chapter: chapter 15"Where the hell are you, Fries?" Darlington muttered coldly, flicking his wrist to check his expensive watch. It had been thirty minutes since Freya walked away toward the restrooms. Where did she go? Did she get lost in this massive hall? He knew she could be problematic and sometimes behaved like a stubborn child, but he didn't expect her to be this disrespectful. He needed her tonight. This gala was his chance to show his "girlfriend" to the public and his prying family so the rumors about him could finally die. And now, at the perfect moment, she had vanished. The reporters were starting to close in on him, their cameras flashing like strobe lights, but he ignored them. He was stressed, and he knew that if he walked out now, the headlines tomorrow would be a disaster. He subtly signaled to Kelvin. In high-profile events like this, Darlington didn’t like his security detail hovering over him; they stood at the edges of the room, blending into the shadows while keeping their lead
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Chapter: chapter 14"AHH! My knee! My knee is hurting, babe!" Cynthia suddenly shrieked, her voice cutting through the elegant music of the ballroom. Michael rushed to her side, his eyes wide with worry. Even though Cynthia hated Freya with every fiber of her being, she knew she couldn't let Michael cause a massive scene here. The room was filled with elite billionaires and powerful investors—the very people Michael was trying to impress so he could sell his firm’s latest shares and secure his promotion. Michael knelt down to pick Cynthia up. "Are you hurt, babe? What happened?" "Yes, Michael... it hurts so much," Cynthia whined, leaning her weight into him. She shot a wicked look at Freya. "I don't know why, but she just saw me and tried to attack me! She’s clearly jealous because I stole you from her. If it wasn't for you being here, she would have badly hurt me!" Freya stood there, her mouth hanging open in shock. She was still trying to process the sheer boldness of the lie. "Seriously? You’re ac
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
Chapter: chapter 13"Wow... this place is absolutely beautiful," Freya whispered. Her eyes went wide as she stepped into the giant, golden hall. The lights were bright, the music was soft, and everything looked like it cost a fortune. She felt small in such a big place, but then she felt a warm presence beside her. Darlington leaned down until his lips were right against her ear. His voice was a low, dark whisper that made her skin tingle. "Remember," he said firmly. "All you have to do is pretend that we are deeply in love. Do not get drunk tonight. And do not go wandering off too far. I am a busy man, and I might not have the energy or the strength to come baby-sitting you if you get into trouble." Freya looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "Actually, Mr. Knight, I think I am the one baby-sitting you," she whispered back with a smirk. But she didn't have time to say anything else. Suddenly, the quiet was gone. A huge crowd of reporters and paparazzi rushed toward them like a wave. Microphones were
Last Updated: 2026-02-24
Chapter: chapter 12WHAT??" Freya shouted. She quickly rubbed her hand across her mouth to clean it, feeling embarrassed. "Don’t flatter yourself! I am not looking at you," she said quickly, trying to look away. Darlington didn't say a word. He grabbed a towel and tied it around his waist. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which showed off his strong, hot chest and his six-pack muscles. He started walking toward her. Freya felt her heart beat faster, and she started stepping backward. She kept moving until her back hit the hard, cold wall. Darlington didn't stop. He leaned in very close until his face was just inches from hers. "What were you doing last night?" he asked in a deep, serious voice. Freya let out a nervous laugh. "What was I doing?" she asked, acting like she had no idea. "You were trying to seduce me last night," he replied firmly. He looked her right in the eyes, waiting for her to admit it. "Seduce you??" she said, making a confused face as if she didn't even understand the word. "Ye
Last Updated: 2026-02-24
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