All Chapters of Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

37 Chapters

The Day I Die

OPHELIAToday 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

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

Rescuing A Damsel

DAMIANShe ran!I roar out throatily, as I slam my head back into the headrest. My blood roars in my ears, every nerve within me thumping hard and fast. And my muscles–they tense for release, aching for something–anything at all to hit.Anything to take away the anger shimmering within my chest.Anything to erase the fact that my betrothed from the Midnight Pack was gone. No note, no words, just gone. I tense up, wanting to hit anything to hide the smear of an insult this would bring on me. But I restrain myself. Especially as I catch the worrying glances from my driver through the rear view mirror, every now and then.I can decipher the look—the worry, the concern. It does not come from his empathy with me, No!But it does come from his fear, at the very thought that in any moment from now, I can turn on him—and become the deranged wolf any moment now.I remember when it all started.The uncontrollable fits of anger. Sudden surges of irrational rage reducing me to a feral creature o

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

Married To A Stranger

OPHELIA“Including marrying me for the next three months?’The relief I had from having met a saviour drops instantly at his proposal. Become his wife? But I don’t even know him!Staring back at me, his blue eyes search mine but he’s determined. It’s clear he’s not joking with the proposal but why would he even want a stranger to be his wife?He seems perfectly normal and extremely handsome to be short of ladies. His stormy blue eyes carry a depth to them and his black hair falls in contrast to his smooth skin.His tall and muscled build poses a powerful demeanor with the tailored suit he is wearing. Judging from the luxurious car he came out from and the fact that he has a driver, he is definitely a rich werewolf in this Pack.He looks like he has what it takes to protect me from Terry or any other danger. And frankly, I can use the help especially as I hadn’t had a roof over my head for the past few days.But agreeing to be his wife? I ran away from home because my stepfather wanted

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

My New Bride

DAMIANThe ride back home is quietToo quiet, in fact.Not her voice. Not my thoughts. Not even the feral roar of my beast rumbling under my skin, threatening consistently to break free and wreak havoc in a fit of madness. For once, in so long a time, even my beast is silent.Ophelis sits just across from me, with a distracted look. Even though her gaze follows the shifting trees as we travel, I could pick the flinching, telltale looks of regrets on her face. As though she considers an escape out of here. Even so, her straight back posture, upright chin and crossed legs catches my eyes. Like the clandestine manner of a woman in high graces. It fills me with pride, curving the corners of my lips upward in self appreciation. But beneath that, is the occasional tremble of her fingers. The frequent shifts of broken focus into sadness and anger, as she wages an internal war with her troubled mind. Not that it matters anymore. We are married already, by reason of contract. And nothing

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

Married To My Betrothed

OPHELIA “Oh, I forgot to mention, Ophelia.” Damian starts slow. “But I am the Alpha’s son, Regent Alpha of the Cryptic Pack.” Shell-shocked, I stare at him. My thoughts running fast and sweat covering my forehead uncomfortably. Trying to process what I just heard has me in shackles. It can’t be! Alpha’s son. Cryptic Pack. No, it can’t be! Damian steps out of the car and leaves me alone in my misery. Confusion takes me off guard followed by resentment and anger. I just got married to my betrothed! The same one I ran away from! What type of sick joke is Fate playing on me? Oh, God, no. This can’t be happening. No wonder he looked powerful and rich, he’s the son of the freaking Alpha! “Coming?” He leans down and places his hand in the air, wanting to help me out of the car. Exasperatedly, I open the door next to me and storm out of the car. Rounding him at the other side, I’m tempted to yell out in frustration but self-control holds me back. “W-What did you just say?” My ques

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

The Summon

DAMIAN Sabrina’s open palm dances through the air before I can blink. My instincts flare as I witness the attack on Ophelia. In a matter of seconds, I charge forward too, hand swinging wildly in the air. Just in time to catch Sabrina’s hand by the wrist– inches away from Ophelia’s cheeks. “Don’t you dare!” I warn her off, my voice low and threatening while Ophelia gasps in fright. Sabrina snarls at me with eyes of madness, lips curled back in a feral grin. “How could you, Damian? How could you?” She fumes, her body visibly shaking in her tantrum. “You went behind my back and took a mate, Damian!” “Compose yourself, Sabrina. Right now.” I say, releasing her hand. But she will not have it. Instead she breathes harder, her voice rising to the highest pitch. “It was supposed to be me, Damian. Me!” She roars. At this, I realize I do not need a soothsayer to predict what will happen. If I do not act proactively, she would go for Ophelia, again. And I can not have that. Instin

Last Updated : 2025-11-04

Chaos In the Council Room

OPHELIA The room is quiet. A certain stillness grippled with tension–the calm before the storm. Damian is seated at the head of the table, signifying his position as Regent Alpha while the elders–the wolves who have been on the pinnacle of power and authority since time immemorial–watch him. Their gray hair represents ancient wisdom, the lines on their faces trace their experience in politics, and the calm with which they speak is enough to solidify their presence. Except now, the aura filling in from the room is tantalizing. Almost choking. The glares coming from the elders is like hot lava melting on one’s skin. Shakily, I wipe the perspiration from my forehead. The room stretches with stone walls arched high overhead. Banners resting on the pillar display different symbols which I assume are the emblems of the oldest werewolf bloodlines. The circular table of blackwood polished to a mirror sheen dominates the center. Around it sat the elders with their dissecting gaze resti

Last Updated : 2025-11-04

The Edge of Control

DAMIAN The moment we leave the hall, I draw in a breath. Like a bird out of captivity, I exhale, grinding my teeth against my jaw. I stretch two fingers of my right to massage my closely knit eyebrows as I take the moment to relax. But even that is a futile wish, as every moment that passes infuriates me even further. Where the hell do you think you are going? The words of that elder echo deep in my mind, replaying again and again. And with each time, I find myself squeezing my knuckles, and drawing deeper breaths. I find myself full of disdain for the elder who spoke that, for the utter disrespect that meant. As heir, I’d expect that they would at least regard me with respect. For the fact that I was with someone new–my chosen mate. And married too. Yet none of them could have the decency to act right, at least, for the fact I am with Ophelia. And for what? I am the rightful heir to the throne. I am not an outsider that they would place under so much scrutiny but so fa

Last Updated : 2025-11-05

A Snippet of His Beast

OPHELIA“Rest, now!” I flinch at the cold tone Damian uses to address me with his back turned towards me. Blinking with confusion, the arousal I had seconds ago dissipates to be replaced with anger.Hot, boiling fury.I don’t even understand him. How can one go from warm to cold in the blink of an eye? One minute he’s caring and concerned and the next, he turns to this…unfeeling beast.But then again, why am I even pissed by the fact that he pulled away before we kissed? This is a contract marriage and like Damian said earlier, romance isn’t part of the deal.“But you were the one–” I stop mid-sentence, not wanting to sound like a clingy wife demanding for her husband’s attention. “Whatever.” I huff, feigning nonchalance as I kick my shoes off my feet.I should never have lost control in the first place. Or perhaps, I should have never agreed to be married to a total stranger in the first place.For the first time since I married Damian, I remember my mother and what she will think o

Last Updated : 2025-11-06

Escaping From His Lunacy

OPHELIA“Here’s your dinner, Your Majesty.” Katrina pushes the polished silver cart into the room. The gentle curls of steam release a rich aroma.Getting up from the bed, I move towards the table by the corner. Katrina carefully arranges the meal and I’m surprised to see the grand feast before me.A plate of slow roasted venison with lean slices seared to a perfect golden crust, tender and pink. A fragrant herb glaze shimmered over the surface, with hints of rosemary dancing around.Besides it is a bowl of buttered root vegetables–parsnips, carrots and sweet potatoes seasoned with thick sauce. A bowl of rich, bone-based broth rests close to the dishes while for dessert, a plate of dark and sweet berries accompanied by a slice of soft cream cake.A single glass of red wine sits by the corner to add to the luxurious meal before me.Blinking, I turn to Katrina. “Are you having dinner with me?” I ask, having no other explanation for different dishes on the table.Back at home, my mother a

Last Updated : 2025-11-08

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