Atla Fanfic Novels & Stories

"To atone for my sins, I'm donating every single asset I own to charities supporting abused women. My company, my properties, my investments—everything." Stella's eyes widened. He hadn't told her about this part. "In the next life, if such a thing exists, I hope Mia and I can meet again. And I hope I'll be worthy of her love." He turned to Stella, whose face had gone completely white. "Stella, tell them what you told me earlier. About being willing to trade your life." Stella's voice was barely a whisper, but the microphone picked it up. "I'm sorry, sister. I was the shameless one who seduced your mate. I destroyed your marriage, your happiness, your life."

“Not yet.” That night, Elara stood alone on the ridge, Mira asleep against her shoulder. The wind cut sharply, carrying scents she recognized and rejected. She closed her eyes. “I won’t be pulled,” she whispered. “Not again.” The bond pulsed once, as if listening. Far away, a former Alpha followed a pull he could no longer ignore, unaware that the land he sought did not bow. And Elara, standing tall against the cold, felt something settle into place.

**Chapter 2: Cracks in the Facade** My lungs forgot how to work. The moon poured cold silver over everything, turning the backyard into some kind of nightmare stage. Damien’s mouth was still on Lisa’s, his fingers tangled in her platinum hair like he’d done it a thousand times. My best friend. My fiancé. The words “my real mate” kept punching holes in my skull.

I want to feel wanted, even if it’s only pretend. My current manuscript is called Moonbound Claim. The heroine is named Elara, because naming her Penelope felt too on-the-nose, like admitting I was writing self-insert fanfiction about my own lonely heart. Elara is a human who stumbles into werewolf territory and gets rescued (kidnapped, really) by Alpha Genesis. He's six-foot-four of dark hair, scarred cheek, and gray- eyes that glow when he’s angry or turned on. Which is often. Last night I left them in a moonlit clearing. Genesis had Elara pressed against an oak tree, one massive hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip like she might vanish if he let go.

I was not going to lose her to anyone, I already lost my girlfriend Elena and the moon goddess brought Tala who looked exactly like Elena. The first time I saw her I thought it was my Elena, the shape of the nose and eyes, her hair curled and soft that moved against the morning breeze, when she greeted me she sounded exactly like her, immediately I know this was a gift from the moon goddess and I’m not going to lose it this time around.

Alpha Atticus In moments like this I hate not being able to mindlink Viviane. We never got the chance to claim each other and now we don’t share a tether connection. It’s hard to see her using all her energy and I can’t stand that my wolf can’t help her carry the burden. A rejection took place and technically we are no longer mates, but in my heart, she is the only woman I want and I’ll do anything to have her again. I’ll bargain with the devil himself if I have to. I would go to the end of the world if it is what it takes to keep her away from harm. Viviane is my soulmate and nothing can’t change that, not even the rejection of the bond.

“And I’m not a very patient person. So if I were you, I'd suck it up, get my veil and at least pretend to be a happy bride. By the way, let it be clear that I, Alpha Travon Kingston of the Silver Moon Pack reject you as my Luna and mate...I will never love an enemy.” He whispered harshly in her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. Athena looked up at him in shock and disbelief, her eyes wide with realization. “It doesn’t change anything though…I'll see you at the altar.” He said as he turned on his heels and walked away.

Her question surprised me and I shook my head immediately. “Not at all, I'm color blind.” My reply was immediate, a sarcastic retort that came as a surprise to me. Alisa blinked back in surprise, staring with confusion. “Look, Alisa. I understand that you're just looking out for me. But Atlas is my mate and there's no way that I'd be rejecting him. He had his reasons for doing all that he did and he has apologized and still has more groveling to do. But expecting me not to go back to my mate when you are here with yours doesn't exactly sit well with me,”