WARNING- 18+ Slowly stroking her again he leaned down placing a kiss on her forehead. "Just calm down Kitten. No more crying." He extended a hand using it to wipe the tears that laid on her cheeks. Seeing them there didn't set right with him, she was suppose to be writhing in pleasure not crying in pain. "Do you not trust me?" Celeste nodded holding onto him for dear life. "I do." "Then spread your legs wider Kitten." -_-_- _-_-_ Celeste always thought her life would change for the better, the future she had foreseen was one like no other; a mate that would love away her pain, a mate that would see only her, breathe only her. However, when she found herself mated to Zillon Macre; her life long crush as well as the future alpha of her pack, her dream remained just that; a dream. Her life did not change in the way she wanted it to, instead of better, it changed for the worst. Her insignificance didn't dissipate it augmented and somehow it left her being unwanted. By her pack members... Her family... And lastly by her mate who only craved for her twin sister.
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Beware... For happiness does not last for eternity. It comes, but when it goes, sadness descends with severity.
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Celeste blew out a breath of adoration, eyes trained on the handsome boy standing with a tall masculinity on the podium.
His lips were drawn into a thin line, his expression as blank as a sheet of paper and yet his beauty outranked every werewolf standing on the meeting grounds; both men and women.
Celeste wasn't sure how he did it, but every single thing he did made her heart flutter and her legs weak. He was the centre of her attention despite the many other people scattered around the vicinity.
His eyes...
His lips...
His body...
Every single aspect of him called out to her, but in what way could she respond?
Certainly not by confessing that she had many times drooled while watching him and certainly not by hunting him a darn rabbit!
But either way she chose to respond, it was no secret that he was out of her league; for one, he was the future alpha of this pack and added to that ball of misfortune, was the fact that he was her sister's boyfriend.
Tonight, twelve o'clock on the dock, would be the day they officially became mates.
You see, tomorrow was his birthday, the day he'd be able to scent his true mate and the celebration was on the brink of starting.
The yard was full of mated and unmated wolves and women from the Forester pack as well as other packs stood in deep anticipation, praying to the heavens that they'd be the one.
Celeste stood in that deep anticipation too. Though her sister was ninety nine percent his mate, she couldn't help but hope to be the remaining one percent.
At least then she'd have a teeny weeny chance to steal him from her b*tch of a sister.
Her sister... It's a hassle to even call her that. She didn't act like a big sister much less a distant family member.
At school, Celeste was a victim to verbal abuse. The kids there always taunted her and instead of taking her side, her sister would always take theirs.
'Why is Celeste so ugly when Celia is sooo pretty?'
'Aren't they suppose to be twins?'
'Why is one hot and the other is not?'
It was a struggle to go to school everyday. She was the nobody, the odd one out and Celia was the one on top. She got everything she wanted, even mom and dad favoured her, leaving Celeste with no one, absolutely no one to turn to.
Sad isn't it? But Celeste was use to it by now.
With a sigh, she glanced at the woman next to her who kept whispering... "One minute left, one minute left, one minute left."
It was annoying, but it made Celeste's anticipation rise to a higher heights. In one minute, her world would turn upside down and she knew it.
The guy she had a crush on for years was about to fall in the hands of another. She didn't want to see that happen, especially when her sister's palm was stretched right open.
Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she took a shaky step back, eyes glancing at her life long crush one last time before turning her back.
Her steps took her down the dark path of the pack lands, her hands buried in her pockets and her heart buried in sadness.
If not Zillon Macre, then who would be her mate?
Nobody else made her feel the way he did, he was like an angel to her. Everything about him was perfect, even when he was glaring or pouting.
But he wasn't hers and she had to live with tha-
With a certain suddenness, a hand grabbed onto hers, squeezing her wrist in a vice grip.
A frightened gasp left Celeste's lips and without much thought, she turned to look at the perpetrator.
It was him, Zillon Macre, her angel.
His eyes were a blazing orange, signalling that his wolf had completely taken over and his blood red lips were drawn back in a sneer even as he pulled her against his thick and muscular chest.
"Mine." He grunted, arms encasing her in a very tight embrace. "Mate."
Those two words caused both Celeste's heart and body to freeze.
Mine...?
Mate...?
What was he talking about?
Did he think she was Celia?
Ignoring the denseness of her heart and the pleasurable sparks that seeped out of his touch, she pushed away from him. "Celia is somewhere in the dispersing crowd, I'm not yours, I'm not your mate."
Zillon's head tilted to the side, jaws clenching, grip tightening. "Mine...Mate...Mine!"
He pulled her back against him, nose latching onto the very crook of her neck where he proceeded to deeply inhale her scent. "Mark mate."
And without her consent, he did just that. His teeth had extracted and into the soft skin of her neck was where they intrusively sank.
A cry of pain and pleasure had descended from her lips and like a dead man, she fell against his chest, lips ajar as she panted to catch her breath.
She tried to steady herself, but when the strong scent of the man who held her swept across her nose, her weak knees buckled and against his chest she fell again.
She was just 19, she wasn't at the age to scent out her mate as yet, but now that she carried his mark...his scent was rather strong, comforting and arousing.
Lotus flowers and freshly chopped wood.
It calmed her heart and inside her head, her wolf consistently whispered... "Mate...mate...mate..."
Pride from her wolf filled her chest and amongst it was a flourishing happiness. After all, the moon goddess had granted her her wish.
She was mated to Zillon Macre, and on her neck was where his mark of eternity laid.
Nothing could tear them apart when this mark bonded them together, but only minutes later, she found that there was indeed something or rather someone who could tear them apart.
Not her sister or her parents, but Zillon, her own mate...
"I'm sorry Quinn, but I; Jeovanni Lum rejects you; Quinn Felon as my mate. You're no longer Luna of this pack, nor are you my fated mate. Accept my rejection." His words awakened the pain within Quinn, and she fell to her knees, crying out when it became too much to bear...she didn't want to, but if she didn't accept his rejection, she'd die. "I...I Quinn Felon a-accepts your rejection...I am no longer Luna, nor am I your fated mate."It was hard to say the words because these words were never ones she thought she'd ever have to say... ~ Quinn Felon was at the very pique of happiness when her life started to crumble apart. Her mate whom she had spent three long and blissful years with suddenly didn't seem to love her anymore. He became distant and cold, and soon Quinn found the reason behind his change...it was because he was courting her sister...her sweet and innocent omega sister; Delilah. She had predicted that he'd choose Delilah, but what she hadn't foretold was being rejected and banished in front of the whole pack in the middle of her mate's and her sister's mating ceremony.
After being kidnapped by and forced to marry the alpha who raided and massacred her whole pack, Denae Lark’s life took a turn into a direction she didn’t want to go. She was raped and abused, degraded and violated, but what made her situation all the more worse was the very fact that she was mated to her captor’s son; Zaid. In a pack ruled by an alpha who treated his wives like chattels; mere possessions, she was to only stay true to him, but she found herself risking her life to meet up with his son. The temptation was like fire burning away at Denae’s skin and she easily gave in, falling in love with the boy unconditionally… However, that unconditional love was not reciprocated, the only thing she received in return was betrayal and a death sentence. Caught between love and her life, Denae makes the choice to runaway and when she came back a month later, she was a different person; cold and astute even as she used her sword to kill her husband and her tongue to reject his son.
As ruthless as the devil, Zique Blud reigned above all the other alpha's. He was feared by most, looked up to by many and only a few had the courage to test him. He hated the weak, detested them with his whole heart, which was exactly why he crushed them...But crushing them ended up being the reason why he was cursed by the goddess... In ten years...he needed to find his mate or the thread around his heart would tighten until it killed him. _ Kiara Cole had been locked away from the world all her life, she was weak, without a wolf...thus why the alpha of the Silver Rain pack decided to isolate her from the world... At ten, she had watched him kill her parents and now at 19 years old, she finally got a wolf, only to find out that the man who had stolen half of her life, would be the man to spend the rest of it with her. # Dark Werewolf Romance#
Like paper thrown in fire, Lexie Dillon's old life quickly burnt, leaving behind nothing but memorable ash. After refusing a marriage proposal, she was kidnapped and brutally thrown in the hands of Zheme Algae, a naive CEO who took interest in her after seeing her just once... From there on, her life started down a new path, one she never dreamt of taking and one she never thought she'd gain happiness from. — Zheme Algae's life had always been the same. He hid under his fathers rules and restrictions and aspired to follow his father's twisted path. So when his father outlined these steps, he had no other choice but to take them. Step 1 •Seek and find her. Step 2 •Beat her until she submits. Step 3 •Take her even without her consent Step 4 •Chain her in that house and forcibly make her your fiancé... Step 5 •Buy two rings, invite a whole lot of guest, take her to a church and get a damn priest... Step 6 •If she so much as whispers no, kill her when the crowd's no more, but make sure to warn her before. . . . A very dark romance, read at your own risk.
Emmanuel Montae never saw this coming, he thought his life would always remain the same. The countless victims... The blood... The bodies... Everything... But unfortunately for him, his life did change and it was all because of her, that damn fool, that talkative piece of trash, Trisha Elriva. She invaded his life by force and now everything was tilting upside down. His contract with the devil was broken, his life many times almost stolen and now he was on the run... On the run from a man who always seem be a step ahead of him, a man called Lucifer Morningstar.
"The same day that Elizabeth found out that a life starts to grow inside her, Charles asked her to sign papers she never thought that she would ever receive. "Ellie, sign this," Charles said and put down the envelope he was holding on top of the glass table. "What is that?" She asked while looking at the envelope. It was the first time that Charles wanted her to sign something and she doubted if it had something to do with the business. "Divorce paper," Charles simply said while looking at her. Upon hearing the words that came out from Charles, Elizabeth was unable to open her mouth. She felt like her heart was stabbed by a sharp knife and how she wished that she had just died that day. "Babe... Charles baby..." Elizabeth heard that endearment, coming from Elaine Imperial. She's Charles' childhood sweetheart. She felt a bucket of cold water pour out all over her body. Without a second thought, she immediately signed the divorce paper. Then, she turned back to hide the tears that were flowing down from her eyes."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
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