Novel & Cerita Madame Web Tropes

She said one word, loud and clear, ' Mate,' " Mate," he said in a deep sexy voice. My world was spinning. How was this possible? I was rogue; rogues didn't have mates. But there he was, looking at me with so much love and sadness. I soon realized his sadness was in the condition he found me, being harassed and almost ' killed,'

Did she think carrying a tray of food would disguise her intentions? "No, Jacob, I swear you're misunderstanding!" Madge cried, pleading. She clawed at his hands, desperate to free her hair from his grip. The pain was unbearable, as if her scalp were being torn apart. Unmoved by her tears, Jacob tightened his hold. "Misunderstanding?" he spat. "Don't forget how you first got into my bed. Sneaking in while I was drunk? Do you think I've forgotten?" Madge had originally been nothing more than a servant, using Jacob's drunken state to her advantage and climbing her way into his bed. That was how she had become his woman, watching Lionel and his siblings grow up in the process.

He had learned that vital fact while he was still on a rampage in his first years as a dark one. Witches were the embodiment of beauty and grace. However, they were also lethal. They had a thorn that was ready to puncture through every flesh their opponent had. Mages, on the other hand, were like foxes, sly and opportunistic. They always had a back-up plan and they were like cockroaches, hard to kill. Exactly just like Matteo. Cord wasn’t threatened by Matteo’s possible comeback. Oh no, not even an inch. He may be Amanda’s groom as per her mother’s request, but they weren’t romantically connected to each other.

Power. I'd forgotten that’s what it always was with Madison—power. Clair, not Mother, had raised a monster and taught her that the only way to matter was to wear an Alpha's mark and sit at his right hand. It disgusted me. Being in this pantry with my rapist was starting to feel suffocating. I could barely breathe. The moment she touched my chest again, I caught her wrist midair, my grip bruising. "If you touch me again, Madison, I swear to the Moon Goddess I will snap your fucking arm," I growled, dropping her hand like it burned. "Get out of the pantry. Now."

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

He was the Alpha King. Our eyes locked, and his pupils blew wide. Through our instant bond, his wolf's deep roar echoed in my soul: Mate. My heart skipped a beat. But this time, my wolf felt no fear. Only a deep, humming peace. I finally understood. The Moon Goddess took away a toxic bond just to bring me my true mate. I met his burning gaze, held onto his hand, and stepped right into my new life.

After experiencing reality, I now realize how stupid those Princesses are by falling in love that quickly. There's no such thing as love at first sight. True love or great love. There's no man that will stay loyal just because he loves you. There's no man that will approach you with only good intentions. Without wanting something in return. Those shits only exist in stories... And that hurts me the most. Thinking that what I want is impossible for me to achieve. Because I'm Madison "Unfortunate" Wilhenberg Morgan. Being unlucky is carved in me. Because wherever I go, misfortune always finds me.

she looked at me, her voice tightening, “—yours are puppets. Strings pulled by something else.” The abyss pulsed again, as if confirming her words. *Your flaws are your first move.* --- The first shift came like thunder. The board glowed, and one of Ian’s reckless reflections surged forward, throwing itself into Madison’s divided shadow. The impact echoed through the abyss, sending shockwaves across the entire grid. Madison gasped, clutching her chest as though the strike had landed on her directly. “They’re using us against each other,” she hissed, voice tight with pain.

Horror floods me as I realize I played right into their hands, putting on a show for their Alpha, and naming myself a rebel. I certainly never thought I could earn such a title. I’ve only ever been good – I submitted to my slavery for so many years without complaint. How had it happened that I became this person? How did I go from being a complete wallflower to the center of attention in this macabre cabal? “There now.” The Madam says, “Even though she promised me she wouldn’t set a foot out of line backstage –just to spite me mind you – she just can’t help herself.”

Just then I knew exactly who she was, she the famous mad woman that everyone has been talking about, the one rumored to have Rapunzel's hair. " No, it can't be. Our mate cannot be a mad woman, the moon goddess must be playing a prank on me" I say, my voice agitated. I have read books about werewolves who got unwanted mates but I had just attributed them to books. This wasn't happening, I mate to a mad woman? impossible, even ZANE from THE ALPHA'S SLAVE MATE by DIAMONDLEE had a better mate, I would kill for a slave mate right about now, even if she is blind, I don't mind.