MasukOphelia Silvercrown had one mission; escape the Midnight Hunters pack before her stepfather could sell her into marriage with Damian Crypthil—the deranged heir of the cursed Cryptid Pack. But fate is cruel. The same wolf she ran from becomes the man she’s bound to in a contract marriage with. Trapped between returning to her abusive stepfather or staying with Damian, Ophelia chooses the devil she doesn’t know… and steps into the role of his chosen mate. Damian Crypthil is haunted by blood and madness, forever branded deranged after the night he lost control. Determined to silence the whispers and prove himself worthy of being Alpha, he knows he needs a mate–what he doesn’t expect is her. Now Ophelia is caught in a dangerous game of power struggles, betrayal, and a love she never saw coming. With a vengeful physician plotting in the shadows, her stepfather’s schemes tightening around her, and Damian’s jealous ex determined to destroy her, every path leads to destruction. Will she be crushed by the forces against her—or will she rise as the Alpha’s true mate? Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate is a tale of survival and passion where love is the greatest risk of all.
Lihat lebih banyakOPHELIA
Today is the day I die.
Panting heavily as I whip my head backwards, I confirm if they are still behind me. Well, I don’t have to check to know. They are right behind me.
“Goddamnit!” I hiss as I feel the dried twigs cut through my arms and knees. The large branches in the forest pose as obstacles but I don’t stop for a second, slapping them off my path.
I’ll die the moment I stop.
Terry and his wolves are still behind me. I can hear their growls and howls from just a little distance behind me and if I don’t find somewhere to hide as soon as possible, I will be doomed forever.
The only reason I’m way ahead of them is because I was able to sneak out of the tent after finding out Terry’s plan to intercept me in my sleep. That bloody wolf never planned on helping me in the first place!
I have been on the run for the past three days and I probably must be in another Pack now. I had stumbled onto Terry in the forest and I was wary of him at first.
But he proved he meant no harm by offering me food and even a place to sleep. He told me he was a rogue wolf and I said I was a rogue too. I lied.
My knee-length dress is tattered and my hair probably looks like a bird’s nest. No one would believe I’m the stepdaughter of the Midnight Hunters Alpha.
My father was the Alpha’s Beta, his second-in-command, and after he died, the Alpha proposed to my mother. What struck me hardest wasn’t the Alpha’s swift proposal after his wife’s death but my mother’s unreluctant approval.
I thought she loved my father so much that she wouldn’t even dream of becoming a mate to another wolf. But I was wrong.
I don’t know if she desired to live a luxurious life as the Alpha’s wife or if she was just lonely after my father’s death. Just after six months of being a widow, my mother got married to Alpha Duncan and became the Luna of the Midnight Hunters.
And that’s when my life became a living hellhole.
Duncan treated my mother and me like trash. And I was bullied every single day by my stepsiblings. In public, Duncan was seen as a generous Alpha who married a widow and took care of her daughter but within the Palace, his true colors were revealed.
His children weren’t any better as none of them respected my mother as Luna. They never considered me as their sibling and neither did I. I hated them all but I only endured because of my mother.
Because for some reason, she endured all the hardships they subjected us to without a single word. And each time I tried to fight back, she always held me back.
She told me they all had a right to maltreat us. And that we deserved to be treated this way. I never understood why but I gave up on figuring it out after years of silence from my mother.
Then a week ago, Alpha Duncan declared that I was to be married off to the Alpha’s heir of Cryptid Pack. The same one who had killed his mother, the Luna of the Pack, after he was attacked by a fit of madness.
I had suspected before but that was when I realised that Alpha Duncan despised my mother and I. That was the only reason he would agree to marry me off to a crazy wolf whom I’ve never met.
A few days before the wedding, I ran away without even informing my mother. I knew if I did, she would have dissuaded me from the idea and told me to just endure. But I was done taking shit from Alpha Duncan and his children.
In the middle of the night, I used the camouflage potion I smuggled into the palace and ran away from Midnight Hunters Pack. Since then, I never looked back because there was no way I’m going back there!
Exhausted, I hide behind the trunk of a tree to catch my breath and think straight. My chest rises and falls as my breaths come out ruggedly.
I have to think of something. I can’t keep running like this. It’s only a matter of time before they catch me.
I could have easily changed into my wolf form and outrun them but I don’t have a spare of clothes. And I can’t continue my journey naked.
“Cars.” My wolf, Jade, says in my head.
“Where?” I ask and then, my ears pick up the sound of a highway close by.
I hear cars honking with a few wolves talking and laughing. Music from a bar fills my ears as well.
“Get there and find help.” Jade mutters and I force my legs to rush down the forest.
Since I ran away, I’ve never taken time to stop. I don’t even sleep for too long. I am scared that if I do, Duncan and his men will catch me and take me back there.
I’m beaten down, hungry and thirsty but going back to Midnight Hunters Pack is not an option. I have to survive out here no matter what. I must survive.
That’s the only way I can go back and rescue my mother from the clutches of Alpha Duncan.
After I cover a few miles, I see the highway looking down at me. Thankfully, there’s a trail to get to the road.
“H-Help!” I try to scream as I reach the road. But none of the cars stop to help me. “P-Please.” I choke, gasping for air.
“Get back here!” I turn back to see the werewolves rushing down the path.
“Oh, no.” I take a few steps backwards and a car slams into my side, throwing me off my feet.
Truly, today is the day I die.
OPHELIAMy heart slows down as we proceed into the hall, walking down the path created for us.A low ceremonial hum–ancient and almost haunting--followed. It sounds like it was woven from voices and instruments of the old age. The guests all turn to us and I try not to squirm under the pressure of a hundred pairs of eyes on me. Intsead, I focus on Damian who keeps his eyes ahead and walks with unmatched confidence.I mirror his steps, breathing out slowly to release some tensions. Some guests smile at me and I hear others gushing over how pretty I am.I don't see any negative reactions so far and this puts me at ease. “You're doing great, Ophelia.” Damian whispers and I break out a smile.Soon, we get to the stage and the officiator begins the ceremony.“Today, we're gathered here to celebrate a union of one of its kind. A harmony between two souls to blend into one. And we are the witnesses of this love story.”I try my best not to glance at the crowd, fully aware that each of my m
OPHELIAMy hands are shaking. As I stand before the double doors of the banquet hall with Damian, I realise I'm nervous–more than I should be.When I made the decision to go ahead with the wedding, I had thought thoroughly about it.I weighed the pros and cons and realised that the consequences of postponing the wedding was much greater than not.I know how hard Damian had worked for this day and how much resistance he had faced so far. I've only been with him for about a week now but the things I've experienced are beyond me.And that's what he has probably had to go through for the past years of his life. I had to remind myself that this wasn't just our wedding but also the coronation. And to Damian…that's everything. I had to put my feelings aside in order for him to achieve that which he has longed for. I didn't want to be a hindrance in his path.But now, standing before the wedding hall and listening to the guests waiting and anticipating our arrival, I wonder if I had inadve
OPHELIAA wave of nausea hits me. My senses jolt back to reality.My fingers twitch and I move my body slightly due to discomfort. My ears pick up shuffling and I tense, afraid for a reason I don’t quite know yet. What happened? Where am I?“Ophelia.” a voice calls out to me and somehow, all my nerves washes away. A hand, gentle as it can be, strokes my head. “Ophelia, can you hear me?”“Your Majesty, are you awake?” Forcing my eyes open, I squint, trying to adjust to blinding lights. My head aches and I can’t seem to understand why and my limbs have fallen weak, unable to move as I would want to.“O-Ophelia.” Damian’s face comes into view, his eyebrows furrowed and concerned. “Are you alright?” He cups my face with his hand and I nod, letting out a deep breath.“I-I am fine.” I utter then look around to notice we’re not alone in the room. Katrina is by my left, holding my hand shakily while Reagan, Sir Wicker, and even Henrick are behind Damian.Are we done with the wedding? What i
DAMIANMy bride lays with her eyes closed– as if she is at peace with everything that has happened. But I know better. I know more than anyone else that this should not have happened. We were supposed to walk into nuptial bliss under the eyes of the guests. This was not part of it. I stand at the foot of the bed, in her room, my fingers tightened into fists. My heart races with uncertainty as I watch Henrick l hover about her, doing what physicians do best. He checks her pulse and whatnot but my mind is far distracted from what happens here. . I just want this done with.I want whoever was behind this to be brought to book. There is so much that is happening– so much that I am lost. And I hate being lost. “She…” Henrick says, looking at me as he rises from bending over Ophelia. “..will be fine in a few. She is a fighter and I'm certain she will wake up in a couple of minutes.”“Minutes?” I frown at him. “We don’t… shit.” I gasp out, punching into the open air. “I understand but






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