Assassinate My Alpha Mate

Clara’s POV‘MATE!’Marigold’s howl vibrates through my bones, sparking a heat that pools in every inch of my body. I feel liquid beneath Alpha Damien’s touch. The fear is still there, but it’s warring with an undeniable pull.Suddenly, Damien leans forward. I gasp as his nose brushes the wet skin of my neck."Your scent," he murmurs against my pulse point, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrates through my chest. "Jasmine. I can’t get enough of it."He pulls back just enough to look at me, his gaze locking onto mine. A flicker of shock crosses his face.My heart hammers a frantic rhythm. My eyes. My heterochromia. I instinctively flinch, waiting for the disgust. I’ve been called a freak, a bastard, an anomaly my entire life. Surely an Alpha like him won’t want a mate who looks like me."And your eyes," he whispers, tracing the line of my cheekbone with a thumb. His tone isn't disgusted. It’s reverent. "I’ve never seen anything like them. They are… magnificent."My face burns cri

Clara’s POVI’m completely shocked by the sight before me.Everyone knows Alpha Damien and Rachel have been close friends since childhood. The fact that he is willing to threaten her for me—an Omega, a hybrid—is unbelievable.Rachel pulls away from his grasp, eyes wide. She starts shaking from head to toe. “Damien, what is this? You’re joking, right?” She gestures at me with a frantic look. “This Omega? Your mate? It’s impossible!”Damien narrows his eyes at her. I can feel the tension crackling in the air like electricity. He steps toward me and pulls me into his muscular frame. I nearly collapse against him, my face buried in his chest as his warmth soothes me.“Clara is my mate,” Damien snarls, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “And you will apologize to her. Now!”A lump forms in my throat, my eyes stinging with unshed tears as his words sink in. A powerful Alpha like Damien claims a lowly omega maid without hesitation, and for the first time in my life, I feel seen.Rachel’s m

Clara’s POVToday is the day of the Luna Ceremony, and my heart feels like it might burst.“You’re going to do great, sweetheart,” Alpha Damien tells me softly, kissing my cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you. I’ve waited my whole life to crown you as my Luna.”I gaze up at him adoringly, still not quite able to wrap my head around everything that’s happening. He didn't just accept my secret; he chose me, hybrid and all. He is my fated mate, my protector, and my home.“I love you too,” I whisper, melting into his chest. His scent of rain and cedar wraps around me like a promise. “Are you sure you can’t stay just a little longer?”He chuckles and caresses my cheek. “I wish I could, but“I’ve got to go wrap up the last couple details for the ceremony. I’ll see you at the altar, my beautiful Luna.”“Alright,” I whisper as he presses a final, lingering kiss to my temple. “I’ll see you soon.”With a wink, he slips out of the room, leaving me alone with everything I

Clara’s POVWhen they drag me into the courtroom the next morning, I’m barely able to stand.Bruises and gashes stretch across my body, sending shockwaves of agony through me with even the slightest movements. The chains around my wrists and ankles dig into my skin. My breathing is laboured, a new wheeze rattling through my lungs, and my eyes feel heavy and swollen from all the tears I've shed.They tried to torture me. They tried to get me to confess.I didn’t.But I’m barely alive now because of it.As I’m ushered into the room and forced to the stand, jeers and hateful growls cast my way. I’m dodging hostile glares at every turn. People are pointing and whispering to themselves, spreading rumours no doubt, trying to figure out exactly what kind of monster I am.Not that it matters.None of it matters anymore.I’m doomed.As the shouting in the courtroom rises to a crescendo, Alpha Damien’s strong, powerful voice suddenly cuts through the room, bringing about an abrupt burst of sile

Clara’s POVWhen I wake up, the first thing I see is two burly men staring directly at me.“Ah!” I let out a shriek of surprise, scrambling back and clutching my bedsheet to my chest–Wait… bedsheet?Where am I?I look around quickly, still feeling panicked and afraid by my unfamiliar surroundings. If I had to guess, I’d say I’m in a hospital, judging by the blinding white lights and the sterile-looking setup. I feel surprisingly well-rested considering, well, everything.I recognize one of them had those disgusting Moonstone guards ripped to shreds, and threatened that I may be next.“Please don’t kill me!” I beg frantically, shooting up off the bed and pressing myself into a corner. “Pease, I swear this is all some kind of misunderstanding–”The lead soldier raises an eyebrow before lifting his hands in a placating gesture. “You won’t be hurt,” he says, voice low and gruff. He tilts his head to one side, then calls out, “Doctor!”An elderly-looking woman quickly shuffles the room an