All Chapters of The Alpha's Unwanted Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Today is my 18th birthday, but I've spent it cleaning and serving others. My arms are sore from serving pack members for three days straight. There is a big ceremony at the packhouse because the Alpha's son, Kian, is taking over as Alpha tomorrow. Kian completed his Alpha training, and everyone decided to start celebrating early.So, little ol' me was their servant, with only one omega to help me. I was treated like trash, a servant, because my Alpha father, Josiah Adalwolf, was the packs's biggest enemy years ago, and when he launched his last attack on this pack, many died. In retaliation, the Alpha of this pack attacked my father's pack and killed all high-ranking members, leaving my pack to suffer and dissolve. Some members joined other packs or turned rogue. The Alpha council didn't care at all, saying all my pack members were corrupt. I was found in the rubble of my house. I was only ten years old, and they brought me here to be a servant, as a way to atone for my father's si

Nara's pov That cedarwood scent, I know it. It is familiar to me. I sniff again, he is here. I'd recognize it anywhere. It is the scent I once loved and now hate most in the world. It belongs to the boy who broke my heart. Kian. My eyes flutter open, and the first thing that shot through was pain. It hurts everywhere, and my head throbs. What is causing this? Then I remember what happened earlier in the kitchen. Trisha, Lang, and Karl were beating me, and Kian showed up. I sit up abruptly and wince in pain, shocked. Kian saved me. "How do you feel?" A deep, alluring voice asks, and I freeze, then my heart lurches. I see him standing across the room, arm crossed, face void of emotion. I'd been dreading seeing him. Tall and incredibly handsome with an athletic build. His hair is short, buzz-cut. However, what shocks me is the bond that forms in place as our gazes lock. Kian Karson is my mate. My heart is drumming loudly, I can hear it in my ears. "Mate," I whisper, I can feel

Nara I've been crying all day, and I'm so damn tired of it. It is exhausting and has taken a toll on my physical strength. I've been crying while I do chores, while I cook. On top of it, in the early afternoon, I felt excruciating pain in my chest, as if someone was stabbing me. My wolf told me we felt it because Kian was making out with another woman. I finish serving dinner, avoiding looking in Kian's direction. Trisha is sitting on his lap, smiling like a Cheshire cat. I'm about to slip out of the room when Doty, one of Kian's closest friends and a top warrior, calls my name. I freeze in my tracks. "Nara, have you eaten?" she asks. Doty is tall and lean, with short raven hair and catlike, stormy, sexy eyes. She is truly the epitome of a hot girl. Every male wants her, but she only has eyes for Davon, the gamma of the pack. Doty is often nice to me and waves when we cross paths. "Want to join us for dinner?" she asks when I don't answer her. I dare to glance back at their ta

Nara's pov The handsome man smiles charmingly, and my face becomes hot. He just heard me cry like a baby. My words have escaped me, and I face the ground, just ignoring him. He'll leave if I don't acknowledge him, right? But he doesn't. He stalks towards me like a predator stalking his prey in the night. I see his Italian leather shoes, long expensive coat, and then his face as I lift my eyes. He is tall and elegant, with broad shoulders, copper hair, and a straight, slightly hooked nose. He looks to be in his late twenties. My wolf tells me he's an alpha. And I can feel his strong aura. When he's close to me, I feel unsettled within myself. I stand and bow my head to him as per protocol. He raises his hand and touches a strand of my hair. Then, he leans in subtly and sniffs me. I find it weird. "Why are you crying?" he asks, his voice deep but soft. I shake my head, no, but his thumb reaches to wipe a tear from my cheek. "You are," he insists. "Allergies," I lie, and he knows

Nara Today is Friday, and we finish school around five o'clock because our math teacher assigned us extra work. Mya and I are the last ones to leave class because I couldn't solve 'basic' calculus. There is nothing basic about calculus. It's challenging for me. In fact, math is hard for me. "Mr. Cain has it in for you and, in extension, me," I complain, hating that I had to spend an extra four hours in class. There is so much tension between her and our math teacher; everyone can feel it. "The truth is..." She looks around to see if anyone is close by. "I lied about my age and let him fuck me... It happened last year," she confesses, and I gasp, covering my mouth. That is so illegal. "Mr. Cain is in his thirties!" I hiss. "And HOT. But we were at a bar, we were vibing, and then bam," she hits her desk with her palm, a chill running down her spine at the memory. "So, what happens now?" "I don't know. I guess we'll both just power through until the term ends," she shrugs her shoul