The Alpha’s Unforgiven Mate

Bliss‎I should have known something was wrong the moment I saw Ria's phone lit up. Whose message is that?” I asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.‎‎She raised her head and looked at me in disgust. “Why do you care? Since when did you start caring about my text messages?” I looked at her. “Just some work stuff. You're good now?”‎‎“Right.” I didn't believe her, but I didn't push.‎‎She laughed a little too sharply. “You think I'll take your man? Relax Bliss.”‎‎The truth didn't hit me all at once; it was the way Liam avoided my gaze, his smiles forced and quick, and he whispered about a meeting in the hallway between him and Ria when Uncle wasn't watching and the stolen touches. I hated it before I even understood it.‎‎She stood up from the couch. “You started liking him now. After just a few months ?” “What?” She started walking out. “Whatever, I’m stepping out,” she said and left.‎‎My uncle came out going on and on about the marriage.‎‎“George asked me ea

Bliss‎“Curious? More like tired of lies. Ria, you're marrying him instead of me. Who would agree to that?”‎‎“Who would not agree to it? Who would they actually follow – you who do not have parents or me who has my dad?” She said, demonstrating with her hands. “And you think my dad would fail to please her daughter for you? Climb down from your high horse, sweetie.”‎‎I took a step closer, heart pounding, “What?”‎‎The tension crackled between us, heavy and suffocating. Liam laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You're braver than I thought.”‎‎Then Ria reached out, grabbing my arm too hard. “Tsk,” she hissed, “ you should back off, Bliss.”‎‎“I am not afraid of you,” I said, pulling away.‎‎Her grip tightened, and suddenly she shoved me. I stumbled backwards, my head hitting the cold tile floor with a sickening crack. Stars exploded behind my eyes. My body went numb. But my mind refused to quiet. “ My baby” tears rolled down.‎‎Liam was there instantly, c

Bliss‎I nodded, but my voice cracked when I tried to respond, “ I—I’m Bliss.”‎Her expression didn’t change. She stopped in front of a door and opened it, monitoring me inside.‎‎I don’t know what I was expecting from the Kareem pack territory, but it definitely wasn’t this.‎‎My room looked like a luxury penthouse, with polished silver wood floors that felt cool,clean and cold beneath my bare feet. Minimalist furniture accented with sleek black metal and dark oak filled the space — modern and expensive, like something from a high-end catalogue. A wall-length window overlooked a private garden.‎Where the moonlight shimmered against a reflective pool. It was silent. Pristine. Too perfect to be safe.‎My knees nearly buckled again, not from fear this time, but from sheer exhaustion.‎‎Calla opened another door; that was the closet. I’m just wondering how many women have lived here. I thought the alpha was not interested in love. Anyway, he still has to satisfy his sexual cravings.‎“T

Bliss‎The morning sunlight was sharp and cold when I woke, the room feeling too empty. The silence pressed in like it was waiting for me to break first.‎‎I sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and I noticed a folder sitting on my sleek glass desk by the window. My name was printed on the front in black letters— simple, no flourish, no warmth.‎‎When did they put this here? I opened it.‎‎Inside was a dossier — printed on heavy matte paper, with a thick cover embossed with the same silver wolf crest I’d seen on my robe.‎‎Kareem pack overview ‎‎The first page hit me like a punch to the gut:‎ The Kareem pack is the oldest and most powerful ‎wolf clan in the region, known for ruthless ‎discipline and absolute loyalty to the Alpha; they ‎control vast territory, political influence, and wealth.‎‎They are feared by rival packs and humans alike. Stories of their powers are whispered in the darkest corners— wolves who do not obey vanish without a trace, and the entire cities h

LiamThe River hadn’t changed.Still slow and silent, the water moved like a sleepwalker, reflecting the moonlight light flattering through the trees.The stench of damp earth and decay hung in the air, clinging to my clothes, invading my lungs. It smelt like an opportunity.I parked the sleek ATV a few metres back, killed the engine and stepped out, leather gloves on. Phone off. I wasn’t here for sentiment; I wasn’t here to mourn.I was here to collect.That body – her body – should still be right where we left it. Drenched. Lifeless. Drifting somewhere near the bend in the riverbank. But it wasn’t the corpse I needed; it was what lay inside it.That power.I’d read a legend no one else took seriously—I’ve dug through forbidden archives, even theories from secret societies. Goddesses, rebirth, celestial anomalies.When I saw the faint glow on her body right before she hit the floor, even the first time I f**ked her I saw the mark on her butt,I knew there was something in her. It was