Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Five mates who had rejected me and two chosen mates I had rejected. For a young girl like me, it was a little too much but I blame the moon goddess for pairing me with fools. Or was it my fault? Was I just so bad that I only attracted bad people? “Aiden,” I muttered his name through gritted teeth as I stared at his picture…the picture of a powerful Alpha. I loved him, but he ended up betraying me by trying to sell me off for trafficking. I didn't know what I did to deserve all these bad men, but with Brandon, I was sure I would have a happy story.

“I’ll protect you from your father and Rowan, keep you safe within my pack. But in return, I have a special request.” “Sure, anything!” I replied in desperation. Then he said quietly, “You and I will forge a fake mating bond.” I stared at him, stunned. “A fake mating bond? Why would you want that? How is that possible?” “Leverage,” he said simply. “A fake bond with you would give the impression that I’ve claimed you, making it impossible for your father or Rowan to demand you back without declaring outright war. And it would strengthen my pack’s standing in the region. In case he fights with me to take you away, well, I will have a huge advantage.”

“Because I asked you to. When we met for the first time, I didn’t know that you are my mate that’s why I asked for your help. My ex-mate cheated and rejected me with my younger brother and I took my little revenge by showing them that I had you who was much better than she could ever be. You helped me out, so I could save my pride and my dignity. Not only this, you stood by my side to ensure the same. . “And why would I do that?” . “Because you said that you wanted to know me better, to check whether your mate was not someone who could want you just for your powerful position and money. It was your way to know me better.” . She raised a brow. “You mean you trapped me in your fake story just

I desperately wondered why a man whose time, bed, and most importantly, love belonged to another woman—namely, that Elena on the phone—had hooked me as bait for his fake marriage theater. Why me? Why was a cybersecurity prodigy who was a total social zero, with her auburn hair, playing the lead role in this guy's fake-wife charade? I had clenched my jaw so hard in my sleep that it felt like the dark waters of the Mediterranean were flooding down my throat, suffocating me. Groaning and gasping for air, I woke up to find Matteo standing over me in the pitch-black darkness of the room, calling out my name in a chilling way. His eyes were dead black, his face cold as ice. He leaned down toward m

" Yes, did I say anything wrong, aren't you my mate?" Immediately after my question, he initiated another hug. " Yes I am your mate and you are also mine. I will never let you go because you are mine and no one else. I will get rid of any opposition to our union and when I become Alpha, I will make you the most powerful Luna out there." He said and kissed my head one more time before he got off the bed.

But it was not a thing to deny that we all knew who they loved the most, the girls were just there to have the pleasure to touch and have them. "Any luck yet?" Sandro asked and I shook my head negatively as he sipped from the glass with him. Alex already chased the girls away by then and we had the chance to speak without anyone eavesdropping. "None. I don't even know what to do. You know I'll have to reject my actual mate if I do find her after taking one." I said to both of them and they seemed to think about it for a moment before Alex finally spoke up. "Well, there's always going to be a way. It is going to be a contract with the lady so we can fake her death and do plastic surgery for h

Showing him my expression by going to the light from the moon. “The moment you fuck your whores, you already lost your right to me! If you can cheat and I don’t then we better look for answers on how to break off this mate bond because I’m only up for a fair fight!” “We are not in a battle!” “We do! From now on, treat me as your enemy because I quit being your partner, and I no longer want to be your mate!” He growled and took a step closer that our face are just a palm away. I looked up to him despite our height, not backing down or taking a step back.

A familiar voice called out and only then did I realize I never dropped the call and I did it then, sending Jace's voice away for now. I felt marvelous, the room smelt like sex and as my hands flirted across my body, I smiled. I had truly just touched myself for the first time on a video call with my fake boyfriend, I didn't know who Melina was anymore! I laughed hard, letting the sound leave my stomach with a renewed joy. My pussy was so tender that if my hands so much as flickered past it, my whole body would cringe at the contact and the funny thing was that I liked it, I liked it very much.

My answer further angers him, and he runs his fingers through his hair. "So, are you just going to let him get away with that? He was clearly cheating on you. He was disrespecting you in front of everyone. Were you just going to leave like that?" "What was I... What do you expect me to do?" "I expect you not to be a weakling. Do you remember the first time we met?" He holds my hand. "Do you remember how you slapped me for holding you? That. I want to see that fire in your eyes. I want you to avenge everyone who wrongs you. Don't just leave. Avenge them. Walk all over them and show them that you're not a weakling as they thought you were."

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.