Refusing Compulsory Sexuality Novels & Stories

“I, Alexei Volkov, reject you, Aera Alvarez, as my fated mate,” he said without an ounce of hesitation and left the mating ceremony in dead silence. And then, I felt something inside me die. *** Aera Alvarez has been physically and mentally abused by her father, the Alpha of Calisto Pack because she has a severe stutter when she speaks. Unlike her twin sister Aena who was treated like a diamond in their town for her eloquence and exotic beauty, Aera grew up to be ostracized for her ginger, curly hair. On her twentieth birthday when she was supposed to meet her fated mate, she was immediately rejected by Alexei Volkov, the next in line Alpha of the Triton Pack, because she was weak, saying she would be unreliable as their new Luna. Driven by envy and unjust treatment, Aera decided to muster her courage and changed her endeavors. After five years of secret training, Alexei who became a rogue when he defied the Moon Goddess's choices by refusing his fate, reclaims her as his mate as soon as she alters her reputation from incapacitated werewolf to the next in line first female Alpha of their pack. Now that the vicious Alexei was kneeling in front of her, will she accept him as her mate after breaking her heart without the retribution she deserves? Or his reclamation will lead her to a secret that will forever lose her faith in love? *** Reclaimed by the Alpha contains two book. Book 1 - The Alpha’s Regret ( The Cruel Rejection - The Mutual Submission) Book 2 - The Real Heirs (The First Pain - The Ending)

The girl wore a two-piece bikini that perfectly complemented her flawless figure. Her staged slip and fall into the water were executed with perfection. But why did that petite face carry an innocent, naive look, resembling a nymph? She lowered her head, and her long hair clung wetly to her slender shoulders. Each droplet cascaded down, brushing against her delicate collarbone, and just below the collarbone, Richard Harris's gaze couldn't help but shift. If he were to pull down her swimsuit just a bit... the light shining on her glistening skin would only enhance her allure. Richard Harris felt his blood rushing to a certain part of his body, eagerly awaiting stimulation. His eyes momentarily flickered with flames, enough to consume Roxana Nelson. Why did he feel this way towards that girl, even intensely so? Becoming aware of this, his expression grew colder, and a sinister smile crept onto his lips. In the swimming pool, many greedy eyes ogled at Roxana Nelson, her figure no less captivating than a professional model's. It turned out that it wasn't just him salivating over her alluring physique. This realization deepened the somberness of his complexion. Casting a sharp glance at the crowd, without a word, everyone discreetly retreated 20 meters, each one taking it upon themselves to save their own lives! It was her! He wouldn't spare her. If she willingly offered herself at his doorstep, she shouldn't blame him for not refusing!

Three days before my blood oath ceremony, someone planted a silver crucifix in the bridal shop and set it ablaze while I was inside trying on my ceremonial gown. My fiancé — Vampire Lord Damien — had the arsonist thrown into the silver prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the healing chamber, my body covered in severe burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Damien speaking with the coven's apothecary. "My Lord, we can still heal her completely with the ancient blood rites. If we wait any longer, Serena will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Vivienne to be your Consort at the blood oath ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the ceremony." "I promised Vivienne that her child would be welcomed into the coven with full honors. Only when Serena is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Vivienne's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the boy." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The blood oath ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The blood bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

Bella Marchant controls everything. Her empire. Her life. Her heart until Adrian Wei walks into her world and shatters every rule she’s built. Adrian is a hybrid werewolf Alpha, he’s rare, lethal, and absolutely obsessed. The moment he sees Bella, his beast recognizes her as his fated mate. He doesn’t ask for permission. He doesn’t negotiate. He claims her. But Bella is human. She has no idea paranormals exist. She has no idea that refusing a fated mate bond doesn’t end the obsession… it ignites it. Adrian’s need for her becomes dangerous, Possessive and Consuming. If she won’t accept him willingly, he’ll burn her entire world until she has no choice. When paranormals expose themselves to humanity, Bella is forced into Adrian’s paranormal existence. Pack wars ignite. Hunters close in. A mysterious woman from Adrian’s past emerges with secrets that could destroy them both and a rival Alpha wants Bella dead… not to hurt Adrian, but to break his bond and claim her for himself. Bella must decide: surrender to Adrian’s claiming and risk losing her humanity entirely or fight him and watch everyone she loves burn. Because Adrian Wei doesn’t just love dangerously… he loves absolutely and if she’s not his mate by choice, she’ll be his mate by conquest. A dark paranormal romance where obsession becomes love, possession becomes devotion and the only choice is between burning together or burning alone.

Eight months pregnant and abandoned by the Alpha who swore to protect her—Ava's only crime was refusing to sacrifice their child. Ava never imagined her fated mate would become her greatest betrayer. When Alpha Rowan Thorne's first love returns with a terminal illness, he casts his pregnant Luna aside. A high-risk pregnancy becomes his excuse, terminate the pup or leave. Ava refuses. Stripped of her title, replaced by another woman, and confined like a prisoner, Ava endures until the unthinkable: abandoned during labor, driven into rogue territory by traitorous guards, she delivers her baby alone in a blood-soaked car as death circles closer. She should have died that night. Instead, she survived. Five years later, Ava has become everything Rowan never believed possible. A powerful wolf, a renowned healer, and a woman who owes him nothing. The daughter she birthed in agony was lost forever. Or so she thought. When a small stowaway tumbles from Ava's luggage at a council meeting calling her "Mommy," two impossible truths collide: her daughter is alive and has been raised by the Alpha who left them both to die. Rowan stands before her, desperate and shattered, claiming he searched endlessly and thought her dead. But Ava remembers the locked doors, the cruel choices, the forest where he sent her to her grave. He wants forgiveness. She wants him gone. But their daughter's tears might break them both and force a reckoning neither can escape.

After my wife Janine Cartwood's 99th argument with her lover, she came to me and complained, "Can't you go down on your knees and apologize to him? He wouldn't have gotten mad at me if you hadn't shown up in front of him with our son." Janine smiled and spoke about this as if it were a joke, but I knew she was serious. I had rejected her once before, but she retaliated by getting rid of my dog and refusing to pay for my mother's medical fees. I took it all in my stride and tolerated her antics because I wanted to give our son a complete home. This continued until yesterday, when she purposely fed our son, Jesse Langdon, medicine that caused him to go into shock in my arms. I lost all hope for her when that happened. Janine thought I was unwilling when she saw me keeping silent. She was about to berate me when I handed her our divorce papers and said softly, "He must have gotten sick of seeing me kneel. Let's just coax him by getting a divorce. I bet that will cheer him up even more." She raised her eyebrows in surprise, and I could see the glee in her eyes. "You're getting better at this. You're even taking the initiative to find ways to make me happy." I did not reply and only smiled understandingly. It was because I was not trying to make her happy. I just did not want her anymore.

I was the stingiest rich wife in the city’s high society. I did not spend money on beauty treatments or travel. In fact, I did not even own a single decent outfit or a handbag. Everyone laughed at me. They said I had the fortune of a wealthy family but not the luck to enjoy it. However, what they did not know was that behind closed doors, Arvid Hans, who was famous for his lavish spending, was a hundred times stingier than I was. He piled on gold and jewels to keep up appearances in public. However, with me, he was a miser, refusing to spend a single extra penny. We split every expense down to the last penny. Every meal and every prescription required a receipt and an entry in the ledger. He said this was to help me develop a business mindset. He said that fairness and caution were the keys to a lasting relationship. While other wives were decked out in expensive jewelry, I was dressed simply. He said I was naturally beautiful and did not need such trinkets to enhance my looks. Even our housekeeper was hoarding gold for investment. Yet he kept me from touching a single penny, citing the Hans family’s tradition of being frugal. For three years of marriage, I lived like a devout nun, strictly adhering to the “rules of frugality” he had tailored for me. It was not until Christmas Eve, when I returned a day early from visiting my parents, that I discovered someone else had been living the life of luxury meant for me.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

On the night she was meant to become Luna, Althea was publicly rejected by her fated mate. Cast aside by Alpha Lucien and exiled from the only pack she had ever known, she was left broken, humiliated, and marked as unwanted. But rejection did not destroy her. It awakened her. Taken in by the rival Nightfall Pack, Althea begins rebuilding herself in silence—training harder, growing stronger, refusing to let betrayal define her. Yet strange things begin to happen. Ancient wards react to her presence. A forgotten moonstone pulses beneath the keep. And when she sleeps, she hears whispers… thoughts that do not belong to her. Althea can read minds. What she doesn’t know is that her bloodline was erased centuries ago—wiped from history after a royal betrayal that shattered the balance of the werewolf world. The Moon Goddess has not forgotten. And now, the scales are shifting. As her hidden power awakens, so does something else. The broken mate bond she thought was dead begins to stir. Lucien feels it. Across territories and pride, he senses her transformation—and regret begins to consume him. The girl he cast aside is no longer weak. She is becoming dangerous. But Althea is no one’s pawn. Not fate’s. Not the Goddess’s. And certainly not the Alpha who rejected her. With rival packs watching, ancient secrets resurfacing, and two powerful Alphas drawn to her rising strength, Althea must decide who she will become: The rejected Luna… Or the royal wolf the world tried to erase.

On the tenth day after I perished in the avalanche, my husband finally remembered me. His first love was suffering from aplastic anemia and urgently needed a bone marrow transplant—one that only I could provide. He came home holding a donation consent form, ready for me to sign, only to find the house empty. Kelly leaned weakly against him. "Vanessa must really hate me. She doesn't want to donate her bone marrow, so she ran away on purpose, didn't she?" "Maybe we should just forget it," she sighed. "I can hold on a little longer." Caden gently comforted her, his heart aching. "I won't let anything happen to you." "It's just a bone marrow donation. It's not like she'll die from it." Then he pulled out his phone and sent me a message: [No matter where you are, come back immediately and sign the donation consent form.] [Don't be so selfish! Kelly is seriously ill. If she doesn't get a transplant soon, she'll die. It's just bone marrow—I'm not asking for your life!] [If you keep refusing, I'll stop paying for your mother's medical bills!] Caden… I died the moment you walked away from the ski resort with Kelly. The avalanche buried me and our unborn child beneath the snow. My mother, in her desperate attempt to save me, was torn apart by wild wolves. How could you not know?