Traffic

In the heart of New York City, amidst the chaos of honking horns and towering skyscrapers, Michael Stone—Alpha of one of the most powerful werewolf packs in the world—sits impatiently in the back of his black luxury car. He’s in the city for a high-stakes business meeting with humans, one that could alter the future of his pack. Time is slipping away, and traffic is at a standstill. Then he sees her. A young woman, effortlessly beautiful, walks down the busy sidewalk, unaware of the world watching her. She moves with quiet grace and a softness that cuts through the noise. Human, he assumes—until the primal force within him growls a single word: Mate. Without a second thought, Michael abandons the car—and his meeting—and follows her into a hotel building. Her name is Anastasia (“Anna”). She’s cautious, guarded, yet her kindness radiates like sunlight. Their chance encounter turns into a pull neither of them can deny. As days become weeks, Michael can’t stay away. Belle, a gentle soul and devoted single mother to a little boy, begins to open up to the mysterious, commanding man who keeps appearing in her life. What she doesn’t know is that Michael is no ordinary man—he’s a werewolf Alpha, and he’s already claimed her as his. Despite his world being one of power, secrets, and supernatural law, Michael makes Anna a promise: if she trusts him, he’ll give her a life she’s never dreamed possible. But trust is hard won—and danger looms. Because Anna isn’t who she thinks she is. And the truth, once revealed, will change everything. Love, loyalty, and fate collide in The Unexpected Fated Mate—a gripping paranormal romance that proves sometimes the biggest secrets hide behind the most human hearts.

I got a car straight from the Lycan Chairman himself—a ride costs more than tens of millions and can turn every traffic light green. I got it because the Lycan Chairman once fell on the battlefield, his heart torn open. And me? I'm the one bound to him by a blood-sealed contract, the only secret healer who could save his life. To win me golden hour for surgeries, I was awarded with such an honored ride. I treated it like sacred ground, kept it hidden in my mate Yorick's underground garage, polished and guarded, ready for the day the Lycan Chairman might need me again. That day came. The summons burned in my hand, urgent and sharp. I rushed to the garage, ready to drive, and the second I approached the garage, a strange woman slid into the back seat. "Take me to the Nighty Bar," she ordered, flipping her hair. "Yorick had waited for me minutes. If he's mad at me being late, I'll make you regret it." My hands froze on the wheel. "This is my car," I told her, calm but firm. "I have urgent business. You need to get out. Now." She sneered. "What a joke. A chauffeur pretending to be the owner? You must have a death wish." Her soldiers glanced at me sideways, voice dripping with disdain. "Everyone in the pack knows that this car is Alpha's exclusive for picking up Selene! You're just a little healer. Do yourself a favor and listen to her." Their words cut sharper than any blade. The car that carried the highest secret of the werewolf race, the car tied to the Chairman's very heartbeat, in their mouths, it was nothing more than a toy. A plaything my mate used to please another she-wolf. They wanted me to bow. To surrender. To sit there, silent, while they spat on me. But what they didn't know, the Lycan Chairman's soldiers were already on their way.