Being cursed,the alpha cannot eat, sleep as normal werewolves do, until he met his mate, Ella, what is her identity, and why can only she cure him?
Being cursed,the alpha cannot eat, sleep as normal werewolves do, until he met his mate, Ella, what is her identity, and why can only she cure him?
Her legs raced through the woodlands, making her pant. Her stolid breath would have been audible if not for her legs rustling against the leaves and the rowdy guys following her from behind.
She was afraid and didn't glance at the guys yelling from behind.
Running must have terrified and exhausted her.
"Sorry," she whispered and sped up.
How does she lose guys behind her?
A faint sob wrenched her throat, and a searing leg agony drove her to the floor.
Argh!!!
She screamed in excruciating anguish.
The mother moaned, clutching her leg.
She knew she'd been stabbed with the witches' strongest poisons. It's unsurvivable.... None.
Baby... .
"Your struggle is done, Anita," she heard a threatening female voice. She knew it was her and that the poisoned knife originated from her.
"Amelia, please," she said, seeing her standing in the dark in her long dress that swept the floor.
The lady on the floor winced."You really think you can run away from your judgement, Anita? "
She reacted.
"You believed you were clever enough to evade the punishment for your foolishness? "
She cried.
"My kid is not involved. don't damage her..."
Amelia raged as lightning struck.
Anita is cursed. You cursed her by mating with an enemy and having her. You breached one of our fundamental commandments, Anita, and you and your hybrid daughter needs to pay for it! "
"She won't be a problem-I've made sure. ʼ
"You're a witch, Anita. You shouldn't have fell for an enemy and worse, had a kid for him. You disappointed me."
"No, please..."
"As the redhood witches, I now condemn you, Anita and your daughter, to death," she said, extending her hand toward her. Anita realized she had to fight Amelia or die. Using her abilities will deplete and kill her because to the poison. . She had no option, so as Amelia was ready to activate the wand, Anita screamed, causing a thunderstorm.
Amelia was startled by the sky cracking and trees shaking.
Anita knew nobody would survive it.
After the scream, everything was quiet. The only sounds were crickets and the baby's wail.
"I love you, baby," she whispered.
"Take the baby," someone muttered. Don't tell everyone she's next."
30-YEARS-LATER
One woman was on the bed, and three around her.
"Arghhhh..!!!!!"
The bedridden one shouted in anguish.
The midwives could reach her knee-bent, wide-opened legs.
"Natasha!Push! "The head midwife encouraged the feeble lady as she sucked her lips into her mouth and pushed harder than she could. She nibbled her inner cheeks.
She wanted a son for her second delivery. She begged night and day to the moon goddess to make it a son so she could give the Alpha an heir!
Why was it harder this time?
Again!
The midwife shouted
Another push-"Arghhhh..."ʼ Baby's round head.
The three ladies gasped as they carefully removed the head and two small legs. A little wail erupted quickly.
The midwives had one more item to check before celebrating, unlike previous births.
The chief cautiously looked between the baby's legs. The little pelvis made her heart race.
She looked scared and disappointed.
One questioned, her eyes wide with inquiry and worry.
She anxiously anticipated the response.
"It's a female," she replied, transferring her anxiety and despair to them.
The chief gazed at the sleeping mother while the baby cried.
She considered this awful.
"Anta, inform the King. ."The chief remarked, laying the wailing infant on the floor.
"What?? Why me, Hira? . Anta, the second midwife, said, "You do it."
"Anta, you're always the one who tells couples their child's sex. "
"Maybe Laura should do it," she suddenly gestured to the final midwife beside her.
"She's our youngest."
"Whaaat???
Laura screamed and shook her head.
Hira sighed. She glanced at the floor infant. Who would inform the King? .
She knew the King would soon arrive to see what was going on. It would be worse if he found out himself.
OK. "I'll leave," she said, and the two women looked relieved.
"Hira, thank you. Anta remarked, "I think you'll be alright," as Hira left.
King Spenser never hyperventilated like others.
He marched with his hands crossed, crown on his head, and regal robe brushing the clean floor.
Two guards protected him at the corridor entrance and two ahead. He didn't need protection anyhow.
. What took so long? He believed the Queen and infant had ceased wailing. ʼ
.
After some wait, the door opened.
. He stopped walking and waited for her to approach him.
As she took longer to reach him, he saw the lady strategically slowing down.
"Hira?The baby's sex?"
The typical lady inhaled deeply before continuing.
"M...M...My King," she stammered."Gr.... Hello, King.
"Hira, tell me my ears want". .
Hira assumed he would find out.
"My.. "My King," she said, sweating.
Before the war, Omega Edmend promised, golden eyes fierce, "Wait for me. I'll make you my mate." I waited three years, through every desolate moon. When he returned, I stood in Luna's robes, trembling with hope. But his gaze, once warm, was ice. "To mate with her?" he scoffed. "Maybe-as a concubine." Laughter exploded. "Desperate enough to take scraps!" Edmend sneered, stepping close. "Pathetic, Ova. You thought you were worthy of me?" Then the command fell like a blade. "Strip her. A thief doesn't wear Luna's robes." Hands tore at my clothing, jeers slicing into my soul. The Alpha emerged, his silver gaze lethal. In a single stride, he pulled me into his arms, voice crackling with fury. "Who touched her?" Edmend blanched, his bravado crumbling. "She is mine," the Alpha growled, each word a death knell. Content:
I was reincarnated determined to break my bond with Silas, who favored his sister Bella over me. I planned to join the healer's brigade with Robert. After a series of conflicts and false accusations from Bella, I terminated my pregnancy and finalized the bond break. I faced a rogue's terror blast in Favalon, faked my death as Jasmine, and discovered Bella's true, manipulative nature. Years later, while dealing with a bioweapon threat, Silas saved me but died in the process. Despite our troubled past, his sacrifice showed his true feelings.....
Ava endures years of abuse and humiliation as a loyal servant to Alpha Arther, driven by a vow to fulfill the dying wish of Nelson, Arther's late brother who saved her from a life of trafficking and trauma. Bound by guilt and duty, Ava sacrifices herself repeatedly-taking bullets, enduring torture, and serving as a punching bag for Arther and his sadistic mate, Bellona. As Arther grows obsessed with Bellona, he cruelly dismisses Ava, blaming her for imagined slights and forcing her to endure public degradation. Unbeknownst to him, Ava's loyalty stems from a sacred promise to Nelson, whose memory she cherishes through a wolf's tooth pendant and a hidden journal. When Arther orders Ava to plan his wedding to Bellona in her hometown of Webber-a place steeped in her painful past with Nelson-she begins to unravel, clinging to the last remnants of her shattered dignity. The truth erupts at the wedding when Bellona exposes Ava's pendant, triggering Arther's jealousy. In a desperate bid to save the pendant, Ava nearly drowns, revealing her deep bond with Nelson. Arther, consumed by rage and confusion, discovers Nelson's journal, uncovering his brother's love for Ava and her decades-long sacrifice for his safety...
After six years bound to Alpha Lucian, I stumbled on a clinic scene that shattered my world: he was ordering herbs to protect Vanessa Monroe's pregnancy while aborting mine, all to secure her child's inheritance. Heartbroken, I faked a miscarriage as he played the doting mate, then burned every memory and fled. Lucian later eliminated Vanessa, realizing his mistake, and plastered the world with missing-person posters. In Sylvoth Pack, I posed as married to Ben Foster, a kind fugitive. When Lucian found me, he revealed he'd aborted our baby to save my frail body and was drugged into bedding Vanessa. But I'd already fallen for Ben, who gave up his title for me. I chose a simple life over returning, and Lucian died alone, wearing the only coat I'd made him that I never burned.
I'm Isabelle, once just a ragpicker. Little did I know that I would fall head over heels in love with Xavier Langston, the crown prince of the Brookmere pack. The pack's ancient edict was clear and unyielding – no heir should bond with a lowborn she-wolf. But Xavier, driven by his love for me, renounced his inheritance without hesitation. He endured ninety-nine lashes and knelt in the ancestral shrine for three long moons. However, to satisfy his family's demands, he bedded Claire Sinclair multiple times, all in the name of siring heirs. When I was framed for harming Claire's pup, I finally saw the truth clearly and decided to leave. Later, Xavier uncovered Claire's treachery and began searching for me desperately. However, it was too late......
I, Alice Stone, navigate a tangled web of love and betrayal with Victor Voss, whose affection for Rose Wyndham shatters my heart. After discovering his hidden devotion to her and enduring his controlling ways, I vow to mate the South pack alpha to sever ties with my sire. Victor's obsessive attempts to reclaim me-including kidnapping and manipulation-only fuel my resolve. When a dramatic escape leads to his injury, I find clarity. Finally, I wed Quentin Morgan, freeing myself from Victor's shadow......
For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.
Three years into marriage, Brett's past love returned from overseas. Without warning, Caylee received divorce papers. "I've treated you fairly, Caylee. You're too cruel to stay as my wife. Please leave," Brett said. She signed the papers and walked away, knowing her debt for Brett's help was already paid. After that, she entered high society and amazed everyone with her hidden identity. Months later, Brett called in tears, only to hear wedding music. A man replied, "My wife's pregnant. Just move on." Then Caylee's gentle voice came through. "Honey, the wedding is starting. Who is that?" He kissed her. "Just a wrong number."
Isabelle's love for Kolton held flawless for fifteen years-until the day she delivered their children and slipped into a coma. He leaned to her ear and whispered, "Don't wake up. You're worthless to me now." The twins later clutched another woman's hand and chirped, "Mommy," splintering Isabelle's heart. She woke, filed for divorce, and disappeared. Only then did Kolton notice her fingerprints on every habit. They met again: she emerged as the lead medical specialist, radiant and unmoved. But at her engagement gala, she leapt into a tycoon's arms. Jealous, he crushed a glass, blood wetting his palm. He believed as soon as he made a move, Isabelle would return to him. After all, she had loved him deeply.
In her past life, Summer was tragically killed by a scumbag and her scheming stepsister, and they also caused the death of the husband who loved her most. After being reborn, Summer takes the initiative to marry in the place of another, becoming the bride of a disabled husband. In this new life, she plans to tear apart those who wronged her and fiercely punish the scum. They say she's plain and unlucky for her husband? Until one day, when all her divine-level disguises are revealed, everyone who underestimated her is blinded by her brilliance. But what about the supposedly impotent, disabled big shot? By day, he is so gentle, pampering her to the bone; by night, he turns into a ravenous wolf and devours her completely! [Foolish Bride Substitute + Hidden Talents + Rebirth + Strong Couple + Sweet Romance]
For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"
I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.
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