When Emily's world is turned upside down by the revelation of her true identity as a werewolf, she finds herself thrust into a new reality. As she embarks on her journey at a school in another world, she grapples with the fact that she cannot shift into her wolf form yet, a crucial rite of passage for her kind. But Emily's challenges only escalate when she discovers that her destined mate is none other than the Alpha Prince, heir to the throne. Their love is forbidden by a centuries-old blood oath between their families and a rival alpha group, enforced by the current Luna, the Alpha Prince's mother. Caught between her desire to be with her mate and the weight of tradition, Emily navigates a treacherous path, seeking to break the curse that binds them. With the guidance of the Lunar goddess and the intervention of the sun god, Emily must tread carefully, balancing secrecy with defiance. Supported by loyal friends and her father's powerful family, who are esteemed alpha leaders, Emily faces adversaries both within and outside the werewolf community. As she battles against the forces determined to keep her and the Alpha Prince apart, Emily must summon all her courage and cunning to rewrite the stars and claim her rightful place by his side. "Bullied Mate of the Alpha Prince" is a captivating tale of love, loyalty, and the enduring power of destiny. Join Emily as she defies the odds, delving into a world of ancient feuds and celestial intervention, where the strength of her heart may ultimately determine the fate of two worlds.
View MoreIf not for the fear that overwhelmed her, Sylvia would have felt utterly humiliated. She knew and understood that she was a mere slave now and a slave was most often used for sex, but she was not yet mentally prepared for it. How could someone ever prepare themselves for something like this? The man, however, seemed as if he couldn't care less about what she felt. He was far too engrossed in his own thoughts. Sylvia bit her lips shamefully as he took another glance at her most intimate private part and then sighed in displeasure. It almost looked like he was searching for something, but then again he could just be another garden variety pervert eying a woman's body from various angles. Before Sylvia could muster some courage to open her mouth, the man leaned back and threw the sword in his hand onto the bed. He then hurriedly rummaged inside a leather pouch tied to his waist and soon took out a pearl-like gem from within. As soon as he brought the pearl near her, Sylvia could weirdly
“I still don’t understand how you found us.” My mother whispered softly as she started to peel carrots over the kitchen sink. I wanted to help her but the look she gave me when I tried to stand told me otherwise. Professor Katz chuckled before speaking, “Never miss judge a scent trail, no matter how old.” He told her. I couldn’t help but think that was such an odd thing to say, but stayed quiet as I observed the two before me. “Well, she’s here, so you might as well tell her.” My mother snapped, something I hadn't seen from her in such a long time. Concern clearly written on my face caused her features to soften a bit. She put down the peeler and carrot to come stand behind me, squeezing my shoulder as Professor Katz started to explain why he was there. “I am a Professor from the Academy of Eltroxus, and I have come to extend a formal invitation to study at our school.” “Eltroxus?” I asked, looking up at my mom as the exotic word slipped off my tongue. It was clearly something I
Pulling myself out of bed, I turned the alarm off. I hated Mondays with a passion, but I forced myself up and walked over to my dresser to get dressed. After all, this was my last year of high school and soon enough, I would be able to escape life here and, hopefully, bring my mother with me. I had already applied to a few schools, and, with my current art skills, I was sure to win a few scholarships along the way. Settling for a plain orange t-shirt, and a set of jeans with a black pull over hoodie, I threw on some socks and made my way downstairs to greet my mother, who was hard at work, cleaning the mess my sleeping stepfather had made the night before. I fell into step with her as she worked on cleaning the glass off the floor, while I filled a bucket with water for the mop. We didn’t say anything to each other, besides our morning greetings of, 'how did you sleep?' This was our normal. Something we both adjusted to, too quickly.We lived in an old run-down apartment. Plaster was
I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the thick black coffin lying in front of me. I felt my chest ache as the last images of my father played over in my mind. Watching him pour his cup of coffee and taking a sip before he looked at the time on the microwave. Realizing he was late, he tossed me a soft smile before kissing my mother goodbye, who sat next to me while I ate my cereal. Ruffling up my hair, I shot out “hey!” as I tried to fix it. He just chuckled softly, before letting us know he would see us later, and headed out the front door. If only that was true. Bells rang from the church nearby as we gathered around his soon-to-be grave. I still didn’t understand how he died, what happened or why. My mother's sobs carried over us, as men dressed in black comforted her. I didn't know any of the people around us. It had always been the three of us. We often moved from place to place, never staying somewhere long enough to make other, stronger connections. However, the sheer number of peo
I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the thick black coffin lying in front of me. I felt my chest ache as the last images of my father played over in my mind. Watching him pour his cup of coffee and taking a sip before he looked at the time on the microwave. Realizing he was late, he tossed me a soft smile before kissing my mother goodbye, who sat next to me while I ate my cereal. Ruffling up my hair, I shot out “hey!” as I tried to fix it. He just chuckled softly, before letting us know he would see us later, and headed out the front door. If only that was true. Bells rang from the church nearby as we gathered around his soon-to-be grave. I still didn’t understand how he died, what happened or why. My mother's sobs carried over us, as men dressed in black comforted her. I didn't know any of the people around us. It had always been the three of us. We often moved from place to place, never staying somewhere long enough to make other, stronger connections. However, the sheer number of peo...
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