The Alpha's Mate: A Love Rewritten

ROSEANNE

“Roseanne. My Luna.”

My skin tingled at the sensation of soft hands roaming every inch of my bare body, igniting heat that made me lose control. They touched every curve with practised ease, perfectly aware of my sensitive spots—as if he had done this many times before.

His lips left wet trails along my neck, making sure not a single spot was left untouched.

“A-Alpha…” I writhed beneath him, my entire body burning like fire, ready to ignite with every touch he gave.

“Ah! Alpha!” My body arched when he squeezed one of my breasts. Hard enough to make me moan and gasp at the same time.

God, it felt so good. Was I in heaven, experiencing this kind of pleasure?

“Open your eyes, Roseanne,” that deep, husky voice commanded. “Look at your Alpha properly.”

I slowly opened my eyes. The dim light of the room welcomed me. He was on top of me now, but I couldn’t see him clearly—my vision was blurry. I blinked several times to get a better look.

But it was no use.

Everything remained out of focus.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a rough kiss. He devoured my mouth with such hunger that it made me jolt. But the way his hands gripped my breast again and his tongue explored every part of my mouth drove me wild.

I moaned into the kiss, feeling tortured by pleasure—but I liked it.

Until one of his hands slid up my neck, softly at first… then tightened, choking me. Harder.

I started to struggle to breathe. I grabbed at his hand and tried to push his chest, but it was useless—he was far stronger than me.

“A... Al... pha…”

Even speaking was difficult because he kept devouring my lips as if he didn’t want me to breathe. My breaths grew shorter. My hands clutched his arms tightly.

I could die like this.

“You’re not my Luna.”

*

My eyes flew open as I gasped for air, coughing and clutching my neck with trembling hands. Sitting upright in bed, I was shaken by the nightmare I had just escaped.

Damn. That choke felt far too real and painful.

It took me several minutes to calm down, and my breathing slowly returned to normal. I had only meant to take a short nap that afternoon, but instead, I was met with that dream again.

“That dream again,” I murmured once I was calmer, glancing around to confirm I was still alone in my room. “Why does it keep haunting me after I woke up from the coma?”

This wasn’t the first time I had that dream. Since waking from the coma, I had always seen that man in my dreams—even though I could never make out his face clearly.

“Who is he, really?” I touched my skin, remembering vividly the traces he had left on my body. “I can still feel every one of his touches. But why did he also try to kill me?”

A knock at the door snapped me from my thoughts. “Miss Roseanne, are you awake?” Kiren’s voice—my Beta guard—came from outside.

“I’m awake. What is it, Kiren?” I asked without getting up.

“Tonight, you’ll need to attend the wedding of a werewolf on behalf of Alpha Andreas. You should start getting ready.”

I let out a quiet sigh. “Alright, I’ll get ready.”

**

The beautiful black dress hugged my body perfectly tonight. I stepped into the grand hall where the werewolves had gathered. Many pairs of eyes immediately turned toward me—especially the single Alphas, eyeing me up and down with suggestive gazes.

I sighed heavily. This was what I hated about gatherings like these: I would always receive disgusting looks from those Alphas. I still didn’t understand why Grandpa Andreas sent me to replace him.

“Just ignore them all, Miss Roseanne,” Kiren whispered behind me, and I gave a slight nod.

“I can take care of myself. Just wait outside,” I told my Beta.

I walked toward the west side, heading to the drink table. I stood calmly there, ignoring every glance and flirtatious gesture thrown by some of the Alphas.

My skin tingled when I felt a strong aura watching me from the other side of the room. When I lifted my gaze, I saw him.

The man was sitting on the east side, directly across from me, despite the distance between us.

His dark eyes locked onto me, and my body shivered even more when a strange sensation washed over me.

‘Mate,’ my wolf whispered.

No way. I shook my head slightly. There’s no way I have a mate.

“Roseanne, what are you doing here?!”

I felt a firm grip on my arm as someone pulled me away from the hall. I recognized her immediately from her voice—Aunt Eleanor.

I winced; her grip hurt. Once we were away and stopped in a quiet corridor, I yanked my arm from her grasp. “Grandpa Andreas asked me to come and represent him at this party.”

“You foolish Omega,” Aunt Eleanor scoffed angrily. “Just go home. You don’t belong here. Let Lavinia take Grandpa’s place instead,” she said. Lavinia was her daughter—my cousin.

“Grandpa gave the order. I can’t ignore it,” I replied firmly, not intimidated in the slightest.

Aunt Eleanor glared at me. “Why are you so insistent, Roseanne? Are you here hoping to find an Alpha to marry you? Is that why you won’t leave?”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing with Lavinia? You want me gone so you can find a rich and powerful Alpha for her. Two Omegas from Moonveil can’t be at this party at the same time, so you’re forcing me to leave.”

“At least Lavinia is better than you—she’s not a cursed Omega.”

“I am not cursed!” I snapped at her, my voice louder now, furious at the words she always used against me. “Even if it takes time, I will find my mate myself!”

“I told you, your life is cursed. The Moon Goddess cursed you never to have a mate because your parents betrayed the family. The punishment was passed down to you! Stop dreaming of having a mate. No one will ever want you.”

My hands clenched tightly after hearing Aunt Eleanor’s words. I hated how she always claimed I was a cursed Omega—just because of what my parents did in the past.

“Have you forgotten that you almost died a few months ago, Roseanne? I’m sure that’s part of the curse, too. You won’t live long in this world. You’ll suffer and die alone,” she kept provoking me, fueling the storm inside me.

“You better shut your filthy mouth before your daughter suffers for it,” I replied without an ounce of fear.

“How dare you—!”

Her hand raised, ready to slap me. But before it could touch my cheek, another hand caught her midair.

My heart pounded when I realized the man who stopped her… was the same one who had been watching me earlier.

‘Our mate came to protect us, Roseanne!’ my wolf shouted joyfully inside.

I was too speechless to respond to her. All I could think about was how fast my heart was beating because of our sudden proximity—and the faint scent of the ocean wafting from this man’s body.

Was that… his scent?

“Don’t be so rough, Ma’am. The bride and groom won’t appreciate violence at their wedding,” the man spoke to Aunt Eleanor.

His deep voice echoed in my ears—it sounded strangely familiar.

“Who are you?!” Aunt Eleanor demanded. Though she looked startled, she pulled her hand away from his grasp. “This is a family matter. Stay out of it.”

I looked at the man’s face from the side, observing every line that felt oddly familiar to me. But I still couldn’t remember who he was.

“I’m Damian Fenrison. And if you’re wondering who I am,” The man turned to face me, and my eyes widened when our gazes finally met at close range. “I am this girl’s mate.”

This man… is the one from my dreams.