My Tyrant Mate Skylar And Gabriel

Avery is the daughter of a strong Alpha, however she is weak and is treated like a slave in her own pack, her father decides to send her to a supernatural academy that would help her grow past her weakness and even be able to shift, there she finds out that her roommate happens to be the Lycan's son, Alexander, the school's hottest bad boy who is an hybrid of a werewolf and a wizard as if that was not tensed enough, he happens to be her mate. He instantly disliked the fact that the goddess has chosen to punish him by giving him a weakling as a mate, he refused to reject her but he does not accept her either, instead, he decides to make her life miserable by bullying her by the day and torturing her by the night, also, making his witch mate seem like the better option.

She was the daughter of the head warrior of the Blood Moon Pack, and she was one herself. She was a great fighter with speed, skill, and her height helped a lot with defeating her opponent as they always undermined her because of it. But when she turned eighteen, she found herself having to face an opponent she could not defeat, get away from, or get rid of. Her mate. The devil alpha, alpha Luka DeLuca of the Devil Pack.

It all started that one fated night when she ran in the forest only to met eyes the most feared and merciless Alpha the world of werewolves have ever known. Alpha Zayden Dimitri Anderson was the is most ruthless and merciless Alpha in history. Everything he has, his good looks or his wealth fails to hide the beast that lurks within his being. His name alone causes everyone to flee; trying to escape. However, this is until she walks into his life. Filled with purity and kindness, and yet a cunning nature, it almost annoys him, yet want him needing more of this dark-eyed beauty. How such dark eyes held so much light he did not understand. And she did not understand the sudden feelings that erupted in her for him. Their worlds clashed; a human for for a werewolf. She could be someone who can be described as an angel, when compared to him. Will this angel succeed in bringing the devil to his knees?

"They hurt you which they shouldn't have. They should pay for it and you need to make them realize what they have done. You can only do that when you heal, so baby, cry it out now so when you are done, you will be healed." He spoke into her ear with a tone so comforting. But was it enough to take out the pain of being stood up on her wedding day by the man she had loved all her life? She sought comfort in the hands of a stranger, little did she know she had fallen into the arms of her nightmare. The man wasn't one to mess with and before she could figure it all out, he claimed her. 'You are my muse and I am your nightmare.......'

Scarlett , she -wolf who once ran away from the Pack which mistreated her for not shifting comes back after few years but this time she was not weak.Her eyes were ice cold which shows nothing but emptiness. Behind that facade, her heart yearned for warmth and love . Living with a little hope to find her mate who might bring happiness back in her life But what happens when her mate turns out to be the one she despise the most, Alpha Lucian

When she encountered the greatest betrayal of her life and had nothing left, she was desperate. Suddenly, a mysterious man entered her room, hugged her, and whispered into her ear, "Do you want revenge? Then give yourself to me." His devilish whisper tempted her, and when he finally removed his mask, she realized that the man was actually... What kind of ending will she and him ultimately have?

His eyes traveled all over my body, from head to toe. It made me self-conscious for some reason. "The dress fits you well,” then he paused and murmured, looking at the floor. "I was wondering if you'd like it or not." "Huh?" His head turned to me again as if he was freed from a trance. "So now will you tell me what I have to do for you, sir?" I said sarcastically. "What?" He looked at me with surprise. "What? You have to have some purpose for keeping me here by force," I said, pressing on the last two words. He paused for a few seconds and then the lamest thing I could have ever imagined came out of his mouth. "Yes, you are here to serve me," he stated blankly. "What? Did I hear you right? You knocked me out, kidnapped my sister, and blackmailed me into coming here just to be your servant?" I cried out in disbelief. A smirk began to settle on his face as he took in my reaction. He was enjoying this absurdity even more! "Yes, dear. You are here to serve me. From now on, you will be with me 24 hours. All matters regarding me are your responsibility from now on." This is insane! Is he really a pervert? What is he trying to pull? "But you already have a lot of servants!” I protested. “And they're always at your beck and call too! Why the hell would you have me kidnapped for this? And who gives new clothes and breakfast in bed to a servant?” This was driving me crazy. Was he playing with me? Probably, a rotten rich vampire prince playing for fun. But I was not going to play hooky with him. No way!

Sometimes God gave you what you want, sometimes you were born a werewolf rather than some pathetic little human, sometimes you got a chance to become a Human queen and rule both species… And, just like that, sometimes life fucked you up by letting you meet your mate whom you're supposed to reject, sometimes things get even more fucked up when your mate turns out to be a priest, the person who raised you, and sometimes your fucked up mind decided to seduce him. No, the fucked up things didn't stop yet, sometimes that person who always treated you like a child, the person who was not even supposed to touch any woman, responds to your innocent kiss by eating up your wet filthy hole as if his life depended on it as if the world is ending, and he will never get to eat again, and the thing between your thighs seems like the sweetest dessert to him. And finally, sometimes, you forget all the rules, you forget what is right and what is wrong when your miserable heart dares to yearn for someone you weren't even supposed to dream about, a saint. ••• " Remove your clothes, Freya.", he ordered in a low husky voice. But I didn't move...couldn't move as I watched him. His big body leaned over a bundle of dry grass, tight black shirt covered his hard chest, two buttons open, showing his pale white skin, his belt...now opened, slack just down enough for his dick to pop out, thick veiny shaft, wrapped under his slender fingers, its head, red as if his dick was angry. And when I looked up at his face, I couldn't believe he was the same man who raised me!

Message alert. "Meet me backstage." Summer's heart fluttered. They were dating for four years and they had planned their lives together. Bobby would study law and complete his football career and Summer would graduate from law as well. They would open up their own law firm and have two gorgeous babies. A huge house on lake Sol with a pool and a rose garden. "This was it." Summer thought," he is going to o propose to me. I will be his fiance' and his wife in a year or two." She stood dumbstruck, watching Bobby kiss Brook passionately, squeezing her buttocks against the piano. Tears streamed down her cheek as she watched them gliding their hands all over eachother. Brooks mini dress now looking like a crop top. It was over! Her dreams were shattered. A murder mystery, revenge and an unexpected cursed Lycan mate unfolds as Summer reinvents herself.

Aria was once a woman full of dreams. She didn’t know she was married to a nightmare. She wed Elliot—the struggling Alpha of the Crimson Claw, with no vows under the Moon Goddess or celebration. She brought a generous dowry and transformed their pack into the third-strongest in the Federation. But power breeds greed. And love… it was never truly hers. Discarded, framed, and betrayed by the very man she uplifted, Aria walks away from it all. She’s taking control, rewriting her story with every breath. This time, Aria isn’t just surviving. She’s reclaiming her destiny. Excerpt: “From the first moment I saw you, something inside me reacted," Mason muttered. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “But you already have a mate—Elliot. That should’ve been the end of it." He stepped forward again. “I don’t know what’s happening to me… or to my wolf. But being near you—it feels like you’re my mate… even if you're not.” His voice cracked slightly. “It just keeps getting stronger every damn day. It’s driving me insane, Aria.” “Mason—” Aria whispered, unsure if she would stop him or beg to keep going. “Your scent is like a drug… your touch, it short-circuits everything. Logic. Control. My own damn rules,” he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, Aria. But I can’t hold it back anymore. If you run, I’ll let you—but make no mistake, I will chase you. Because right now… I have to do this or I'll go crazy!” “I’m not running.” Mason froze, stunned by her answer. “Do you want this? Do you want me?” he asked. “You don’t have to ask for permission…” she whispered. “I want you… all of you.”