Mate

Maybe I made a mistake in my past life and that's why the moon goddess cursed me with muteness and also becoming the object of obsession and attention to the ruthless mafia lord, the alpha of the scarlet pack. He massacred my entire clan and took me as payment for what my father owed. I vowed to take my revenge on him but when love and affection comes knocking, it threatens everything we both believed in and what I thought was the truth was just a little drop in the ocean.One word: fuck!!

In an academy full of children of night, jackals, witches, vampires, and werewolves. Leslie, a student and the alpha of dawn pack felt the joy of meeting his beloved mate, Lucy. But was enraged when she was claimed by Edward, the well-known alpha of the moon pack. This is the tale of fighting for what is originally destined to happen in the name of love. Fangs to fangs, claws to claws, and clan vs. clan.

“I hate you, Duncan." She yelled, her eyes blazing as she took a step back. “Very much” Alpha Duncan chuckled as he shook his head in wonder. “I know, Selena and that's why I want you." When Alpha Duncan the Lycan King came to choose his mate, it was Selena the beta of the walker's pack. Selena hated him, no she detested him so much but Duncan didn't care. She is his and he will make her his with or without her permission.

To think that running away from home and going to live with her aunt in Arizona was a good idea. Crystal Swan, daughter of the Gamma of the Black Moon pack, was a girl who really did not like to follow the rules. Not because she naturally hates them but, because of how she was raised by her Father. And after she finds out that her father was getting her engaged to the Captain of the warrior's son, she decides that enough is enough and leaves to go and stay with her aunt, leaving her younger brother to take up the mantle of Gamma. Although it seems her father is not ready to let go of his most prized possession, especially because she holds something powerful inside. Until then, Crystal decides to finish up her high school and explore the world. But things don turn up the way she hoped they would. With a possessive mate, anything can happen even worse if his an Alpha.

He was the Alpha who had only one wish—to find his mate and live happily ever after. But fate has other plans for him. What happened when Javier finally found his mate but his mate turned out to be someone he never expected? Someone whose presence he hates but whose connection to him runs deep. Someone who is not even a she but a he. His stepbrother Henry is an omega. ***** "I Henry Clane, the omega of Dark Moon Pack, reject you, Javier De La Vega, as my mate!" Henry declared, his tone defiant. A smirk played on my lips as I responded, "You think you have a choice in this matter, even if I don't want you as my mate either?" I pulled him closer, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. "Your rejection made me want to not let you go even more. You're mine, whether you like it or not." I hate him, but seeing the pain and struggle in his eyes to get freed from the mate bond only fueled my desire to keep him bound to me. The power I held over him was intoxicating, and I knew that no matter how much he resisted, he would always be mine.

Eleanor Gitz has always lived in the shadow of her sister, Delilah. It wasn't like this until when a rogue attacked the pack and left Eleanor gravely injured and barren, she became a permanent stain on her family’s reputation, now seen as a liability rather than a daughter to be proud of. But everything changes when Nickolas Volkov, the ruthless Alpha of the Shadowood pack and a tech billionaire, breaks off his engagement with Delilah to claim Eleanor as his mate. The scandal shatters her family, and Eleanor is sent out of her pack. Will she find her place beside Nickolas, or will the past and the pressures of her new life tear them apart forever?

Ana was like every young she-wolf out there. She couldn’t wait to meet her mate. She didn’t expect the way things would go the day she finally met him or the way he would treat her once they met. Ana’s mate wants nothing to do with her but won’t let her go. Ana feels like a prisoner to her mate. Her mind is torn on what to do. She wishes her mate would love her, but he shows no hope of that happening. She wants to try and build something with him, but he makes things difficult for her. He treats her horribly, and Ana doesn’t know why. Ana wishes he would reject or let her go, but he won’t. She feels like he is determined to make her his prisoner forever. Read and find out how Ana survives being a prisoner to her.

“Are you sure she’s my f*cking mate?” I asked with gritted teeth. I already know the answer, but I still do not want to believe it. Of all the people, why does it have to be her?! Why does it have to be the daughter of the man who took my family away?

She was rejected by her mate after been his Luna for three years straight who crown her stepsister later but then she was fated to the lycan king who they had sometimes had a one night stand before........ her step sister who took her position as the Luna still needed more powers then find way to overthrow her in the new pack she was accepted in with her secret that only her family knew about but will she succeed? will the lycan king accept her when he learnt about her true identify? will she be about to fight this battle where all her well wishers turned into her enemy in one glance?

Suddenly, I was slammed against a cracked pillar. A strong arm pinned me by the throat, not enough to choke me, just enough to let me know I could be. And then I saw him. Amber eyes. Fierce. Burning. Too wild to be fully human. Too focused to be feral. Face contorted in boredom. The strange yet familiar man.. His body pressed against mine, tall, muscled, furious. I felt the tremble of his restraint as if the beast inside him was clawing to get out. “Smells like blood,” he growled, breath hot against my skin. “Yours?” I smiled despite myself, excitement seeping into my veins much to my annoyance. “Disappointed it’s not?” He didn’t blink. Just stared at me with that maddening, unreadable expression, as if I were a puzzle he already intended to break. I jerked my knee toward his groin, fast and vicious. But his reflexes were faster. He caught my leg. Held it midair, balancing me with one hand as if I weighed nothing. And for a heartbeat, we just… looked at each other. His eyes weren’t just amber. They were gold. Like molten metal cracked open under pressure. He was beautiful in that brutal, savage way, the kind of man carved from war and grief, not born. And I hated him for it.