Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha 소설 & 이야기

It was the blood of my enemies that made them red. "And the prize for the one who finds my daughter" My eyes scanned the perimeter of the square quickly to make sure everyone's attention was on me. "- is her hand in marriage." The whole crowd went wild at once and I smiled knowingly. What I had offered was not a mere reward. Getting mated to the daughter of one of the most respected Alpha's in the West was a privilege, one that a mere Omega could never in their lifetime imagine to be theirs and as I pondered upon their foolishness in thinking I would be faithful to that promise, I felt Freya's cold fingers wrap around my neck.

I had watched over her, protected her, but I had never crossed that line to make her my mate. Alpha Chad's voice rang out, filled with triumph. "See, Alpha Waylen? You're holding her back. She deserves a mate who will fully commit to her, who will cherish and protect her without hesitation. I'm offering her that." He chuckled at his own words as his voice echoed through the room.

Maybe he was here to get it done already, eager as I was. He was the only one who truly cared about and understood me in my now cold and cruel world. The moon goddess had blessed me with him after years of torture from the people I called family. It felt like a dream when I found out that he was my mate and the next Alpha of his pack. My father had shouted at me and called me several names, including a liar when I'd revealed the identify of my mate, but when Dawson himself came around to announce it proudly, much to the annoyance and jealousy of my stepmother and sister, my father could only continue to stew in silent anger.

My feet dangled inches above the floor, and my lungs desperately burned for needed air. Her cold gaze was merciless and unwavering. “I’m absolutely not here for childish games,” she said, her voice low, sharp, and lethally cold. “I specifically came here because of the persistent rumors I heard.” Her grip tightened painfully, making my vision quickly blur around the edges. “My son—the mighty Alpha—has publicly taken a human as a mate.” She let the shocking words hang there for a brief moment, exactly like a deadly blade suspended directly over my throat.

Helena’s POV The morning light filters through the infirmary windows. I try to focus on my work. I crush herbs with more force than necessary. I stitch wounds with sharp, controlled precision. I do everything I can, to drown out the voice in my head. “I care about you.” I shake it off, grinding the pestle harder against the stone bowl. It doesn’t matter. He made his choice. He is my Alpha. I am his Beta’s mother. There is nothing more to this. Then why does my entire body betray me?

"Then please enlighten me." "My parents did die in that war, but I couldn't care less about those fools. They were dumb enough to fight with you vile creatures. My unfortuFinnmate, on the other hand, was a rogue. Grew up alone, fending for herself. Your Alpha, over here, murdered her." My eyes widened in surprise. "What? He must have had a reason." "Reason or not, she belonged to me. Now I'm going to murder you right in front of his eyes, because he needs to know what it feels like to lose the only person you are meant to be with," he growled out, slipping out a sleek weapon from in his pocket.

The Alpha had simply been sitting in his high tower, checking off the dates on his calendar, waiting for Freya Marlowe to finally break under the weight of the engineered misery so he could step out of the bushes and be the one to put her back together in his own image. I let my breath out slow, forcing the tremor out of my fingers until my palms went flat and steady against the leather binder. The math was finished. There was no more calculating the exit routes or weighing whether the mountain packs should just stay behind their ridges and watch the valley chew itself to the grease. Zevren wasn't just a greedy Alpha trying to buy a rare hound. He was a monster who had spent five years diggi

I woke up to an empty bed. The sheets beside me were cold, meaning Dante had been gone for a while. My hand went instinctively to my neck, tracing the mating mark that still burned with residual heat. Even hours after he'd bitten me, the mark pulsed with life—a permanent brand that told the world I belonged to the Alpha King. Last night had changed everything. The bond between us was no longer dormant—it was alive, thriving, demanding. I could feel Dante even though he wasn't in the room. Could sense his location somewhere in the mansion below, feel the tension radiating from him like heat waves.

"The Goddess gave her to me." "Try it." Kael's hands ignited with shadows. Dark fire that made the air feel sick and thin. "I will burn your pack to nothing. I will make sure they remember your name as the Alpha who lost everything because he couldn't keep his hands off what was mine." The Grand Hall erupted into chaos. The peace treaty was dead. And me? I was on the floor at the center of it all. Glass in my palms. Blood on my calves. Two Alphas ready to kill each other over who got to claim me.

With every memory that surfaced, I saw the hints of betrayal I had once ignored; the crooked smiles, the greedy glint in his eyes. He never loved me. “But our mate loves us,” Raven purred. I had given her that name because it suited her fierce nature. He did. We are mates, I thought. Logically, he must care. Only heaven knew what was in store for us. ~~~~~~~~ The first time I had walked into Alpha Levi’s estate two years ago as Leon’s girlfriend, I had almost fainted. It looked like paradise; luxury dipped in power. Every inch of the place radiated authority.