How Do Fanfictions Compare Canon Vs. Fanon Portrayals Of Paul Atreides' Devotion To Chani?

Charles’ breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. “I’m close,” he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white… Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it… I could hardly believe it—I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him. But there was no love between us. We weren’t fated mates. Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées. His last fiancée—my sister—was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack…

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

The Emperor hasn't touched a single concubine in three years. Every night, the selection tablets arrive. Every night, he sends them back. The palace whispers that Su Qingyuan is just a low-ranking plaything, bound to be replaced. They don't know she's the only woman he's ever wanted. Try to touch her? He'll burn the entire palace down. No law. No court official. No ancient tradition can change where his heart belongs. And for her—the Emperor is willing to rewrite the rules of an empire. Because she was never just another consort. She was the only girl he had ever loved—long before he wore the crown. #Romance #Royalty #Billionaire #PossessiveMaleLead #SweetLove #FaceSlapping #Harem #AncientChina #1v1

My mate bond with Alpha Ronan of the Blackthorne Pack had failed thirty-two times. I thought the Moon Goddess did not bless us. I thought if I endured a little longer, loved him a little harder, the next time would finally work. Until the thirty-third rite. Then the fire swallowed me whole. When I woke in the healers’ hall, my body was broken, my Moonborn Core was damaged. Only then did I hear Ronan speaking to his Beta outside the door. “If you love Selene that much, then sever the claim with Elara. The Blackthorne Pack can silence any rumor. Why keep staging accidents?” “She almost died,” his Beta said. “Ten years ago, the Alpha of Nightvale and his mate died saving me. This bond is how I repay that debt.” “I never wanted Nightvale’s bloodline chained to mine.” “The woman I love is Selene.” That was when I finally understood. The Moon Goddess had never rejected us. Ronan had. He saw my parents’ sacrifice as a chain around his neck. He saw Nightvale’s Moonborn bloodline as a cage built to trap him. And he would never know— the fire he arranged had already taken the child I carried. The true black-core heir Blackthorne had waited generations for. If Ronan hated this bond so much, I would give him what he wanted. I would sever the claim myself.

My Alpha, Lucas Belville, is extremely possessive. We've been mates for seven years, and he tells me the same thing all the time. "You're a treasure that the Moon Goddess bestowed upon me. I want to hide you away if I can. I don't want anyone else to see you." It's why he never brings me to any pack meetings and forbids me from appearing in his social circle. In the past, I believe that this is Lucas' way of expressing his love for me. But everything changes when I accidentally stumble across his secretive, alternate account one day. Lucas has uploaded over 600 posts over the course of three years. Another she-wolf, Maria Anderson, is featured in every single post. They walk along the snowy plains in the north, exchange vows in the temple of the Moon Goddess, and indulge in wine and merriment during pack festivals. Although I'm Lucas' mate, I've never appeared in any of his photos. Lucas' latest post is an intimate photo of him and Maria. In the photo, he's leaning his head down and kissing her. Maria is wearing a moonstone necklace that identifies her as the Luna of the pack. The caption reads, "To love someone is to let the entire world know that she belongs to me." Excruciating pain lances through my chest. My wolf whines in despair. It turns out that Lucas isn't hiding me away because he's scared of losing me. It's just that he has never once considered acknowledging my existence. I close the page, wipe my tears, and book a plane ticket to the south. Since Lucas is unwilling to announce me as his mate, it's up to me to tell everyone that I no longer belong to him.

After breaking up with Aubrey and kicking her out of his car, Chase Walker is struggling to forget her and move on with his life. His father has set up a meeting for him with another pack, in the hopes of securing another Scion for his son to marry. chase reluctantly agrees to his fathers plan, because he knew be couldn't return to Aubrey. How could he ever made her when he knew that she was still in love with his cousin Jesse. He refused to come second best in his relationship, especially to a dead man. Olivia is the Scion that his dad has chosen for him. She is beautiful, smart and funny. She's certain to be a distraction from his fixated thoughts of Aubrey Miller. Unfortunately for him, Olivia isn't interested in him at all, in fact, she wants nothing to do with Chase or her packs arranged marriage. It's probably for the best considering they are both madly in love with other women. Desperate to free themselves from their complicated lives, they turn to a powerful which, but all is not as it seems and soon enough their lives end up messier than ever before. Will Chase's love for Aubrey hold true? Or will his heart be captured by another?