My heart shattered as my father hurled the last of my belongings out the door. My suitcase almost slammed into my leg with a heavy thud."Get out of my house, you fucking loser!" His voice thundered through the yard. "I won't have a shameless fool, almost nineteen, lounging around. All you do is waste my money on ridiculous dresses for mating balls, and you always come back empty-handed.""Marion, that’s too much!" my mother cried. Her voice cracked, and her face turned red with embarrassment because my dad was at the front door. We lived in a close-knit community with little privacy where everyone knew everyone's business."She’s our only daughter! How can you throw her out, knowing the border is swarming with rogues? They could kill her!""Read my lips, I don't care!" His anger echoed down the street, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Curious eyes peeked over the picket fence, drawn by the commotion. I remained still and fixed my gaze on the cobblestones beneath my feet. Silen
Adora All of my excitement flew out the window and dissolved into pure hurt and disappointment. My mate was tall with brunette hair and wore designer clothing. He looked about my age and had an aura of wealth around him. His girl was hot, wearing a long red dress with a slit that exposed her creamy thigh. My breath hitched when I saw how happy and in love they appeared. It was common for people to be in relationships before they met their soulmates. Still, it was heartbreaking to watch my mate happy with someone else. I stepped forward hoping he'd notice me and feel our bond. He did and turned around sharply. His eyes doubled in size and stayed that way for close to a minute. His girlfriend noticed and clung to him like a scared rabbit. Then the shock subsided, and he glared at me like I was the most disgusting thing on earth. "No, it can't be," he said, his voice cold and harsh, denying the truth."Get lost, Omega. I can never be your mate." My heart felt a gushing pain. I was
Thor Before we captured the girls, my beta, Conan, and my twin sister, Reina, gathered over fifty rogues, giving them instructions on what to do. "Alpha Thor doesn't want any bloodshed unless it is necessary. Calm your fucking nerves," said Reina as she ran a hand over her bald head and handed them guns.I stared at her in admiration. Reina was five months pregnant, a miracle after nine miscarriages since the birth of her first child. She was strong as a hulk and could command an army of rogue werewolves, controlling men, including me.Conan's bright lipstick shone like neon lights. He was intersex, having both male and female sex organs. It was incredible how the most unlikely people had the most strength. The rogues dressed in all black. We were from different packs; some were omegas, tired of molestation from their pack mates, some rebels and others had their reasons for leaving their pack, but we all shared one thing in common. A pound of flesh. Revenge ignited our blood li
Adora The night crawled like wounded insects and my limbs trembled with fear. Everyone was restless, huddled together in this hell hole, staring with wide eyes.The fear of dying wrapped around us. Although it was certain that Thor wouldn't hurt me, it didn't stop my heartbeat from racing so fast that I felt the physical pain.Some of the girls sobbed quietly. Although our dads were on the way it seemed the rogues had overpowered them. After long hours of staying wide awake, daylight streamed through the boarded-up windows and lit our faces. It was a cold, grey morning, matching my mood. My mouth tasted like sandpaper. Memories of last night filled my head. Thor felt insulted after I asked him to reject me. Of what use was a sexually appealing murderer? I'd rather spend the rest of my days in the sisters sanctuary. "Time for breakfast," a female rogue announced. The aroma of pancakes wafted down the dusty hallways making me want to drool. Four women, including the bald lady from
Adora Thor's eyes darkened in anger. "Conan, stay the hell out of this.” "No," Conan sneered, reaching for me. Thor sprang into action, grabbing Conan's shirt and pushing him out through the door. Just then, a loud bomb-like bang echoed. Our dads were here! Pure relief surged within me and I flew out of the room. The rogues coked their guns while some held very sharp-looking cutlasses and axes. "Adora! Over here!" Morgana cried, grabbing my hand. My heart raced as the rogues clashed, and before the girls got to the clearing, everywhere was chaotic with broken bottles and the coppery taste of blood. I joined the girls, screaming for help. My side vision sighted Thor knocking my dad's friend, Silas, with the butt of his gun, and on his left hand was an ax with silver fury. Silas' daughter wept at the top of her lungs. Alpha Carter's sword was bloody as he thrust the side of a rogue. The rogues were winning. I heaved when Baldy swung an ax on someone's head and it burst open
Damien,The moment I set my gaze on my mate, I took a quick, sharp breath, and an unexplainable sadness spread across my body. It was like an invisible, hollow space opened up inside of me.She stared at me wordlessly, her mouth dropping open, as startled as I was that we were in the same class.My skin shivered, as though I had just been drowned under the water for days. I felt sick to my stomach, wondering how I was going to cope with seeing her every fucking weekday.Without saying a word, I walked past her briskly, like she meant nothing to me. Like she was not the only one in my thoughts all weekend.A million thoughts went through my mind while I walked up the aisle and settled in a hard plastic seat. My bond with her was wrong on all levels. I couldn't leave Shirley for her. I owed Shirley my life.Although I couldn't deny that it was tough to see the longing in Adora's gaze, neither could I deny my heart that turned over with strong sexual charm.Adora was fucking beautiful an
Adora My day was useless. I couldn't focus on any lecture; the professor's voice sounded like a buzz in my ear. All that filled my head was Damien and the look of disgust on his face and how he walked away, pretending like I didn't exist.The bond was strong, tugging at my heart, but what could I do when my mate didn't want me? He was going to break it, that's for sure, which means that I'd have to move to the sister sanctuary forever and live in isolation and loneliness.I stood up abruptly because I couldn't bear the thought of being in that prison. I needed to talk to Morgana. Grabbing my bag, I rushed out of the room and didn't care if I missed the rest of the class.Using the mind link was not allowed on the school premises because it could cause lots of distractions. But I needed to talk to her and mind-linked her, hoping she was not too busy."I need to see you, Morgana, it's urgent."She responded immediately, "What's wrong? Can't we talk through the mind link?""No, I need
Adora "What's the point of talking to him?" I said, holding in my tears."Please don't cry," she rubbed my back.I shrugged. "I don't even have tears in my eyes anymore. It's just crazy that the moon goddess is hell-bent on destroying my life.""Don't say that, you know that's blasphemy," she warned me with a soft tone. "If you want, I can talk to my dad. He has the right to summon Damien; he's the alpha after all.""Thanks for trying," I said, "but I'm done."I got home and dropped my bag on the couch. I could hear the blast of music from upstairs, thanks to my noisy brother, Nolan.My grandma was in the kitchen, stirring soup and humming a tune. They were all happy, not knowing the pain I was going through. Well, it's not like I planned on telling them; I didn't want them to worry."Grandma, you shouldn't be standing for too long or even stressing yourself because of the arthritis,” I said, announcing my presence."Oh, please," she chuckled, and I stared at her hands, which were sw
Damien's earnest eyes sought mine and when I remained silent, his irises darkened sending me a private message that I was fucking up.There was nothing bad about his suggestion but it wasn't the best option for me. Part of me found the idea romantic and reasonable, but deep down, I knew I couldn't go through with it.Other than putting my family in danger; I couldn't leave Thor. The thought of staying so far away from him was unbearable. So, even though the idea seemed tempting, I had to find another solution.Frustration played across his face and he leaned forward. "Why are you so against the idea of eloping? It's not like I'm suggesting something terrible.”“First of all, it's a crazy idea for you to consider stealing from your mom. Secondly, running away is like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound."Damien's frustration bubbled over. I could feel his sharp eyes boring into me and I knew he was going to explode soon."You're refusing to elope because of him, right? Because of your
AdoraBrooklyn's angry tone made me unsettled and caused an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. There was something about her aura that made me want to run and hide.Even if Damien and I decide to be a couple despite the opposition from his mother, nothing in this world could make that woman like me. Some people are destined to hate and hate with no end in sight. It’s just how life works. Brooklyn hated my mere existence on earth. It was so intense that I was scared for my life. She was wealthy, ruthless, and had a vendetta against me, all because of my bond with her son. I wasn't in the mental space to defend myself or confront her and I hoped this wouldn't escalate into a situation that would have a long-term effect.She walked in filling the whole space already with a pasted-on smile and an unnatural stiffness. She had all the money, power, and connections, while I was just an omega, a nobody. Every word I uttered could potentially be twisted against me. I didn't want any tro
AdoraSomeone yelled Thor's name, interrupting our conversation. He excused himself and I stood there dumbfounded. Every word and promise he made to me hit my core with an impact that left me breathless but confused.My heart felt like it would break if I didn't guard it jealously. I was so close to damning all the consequences and turning rogue just to be with him, but I was too cowardly to do so. My lungs were tight for me and I needed to shake off this heaviness that had descended on me like a blanket. Thor hadn't even spoken to me for five minutes yet my orientation about him and the rogues had changed. If truly alpha Carter killed his parents and he was seeking revenge, none of everything that had happened was his fault. But the part I couldn't shake off was his bold declaration that he was in love with me. Unlike Damien, Thor was sure and nobody could stop him. Isn't that what I wanted?I knew that this was more than the desire into my pants and that if his only desire was t
ThorI took a quick shower after training and I couldn't stop whistling under the shower. The fact that my mate was in the cabin made my cock twitch harder than ever. I was excited to see her take off her tank top and shorts while I spoiled her with pleasure.She was a virgin, no doubt, and would be tighter than any fist. So tight it would almost be painful to work my way inside. She'd be unprepared for the painful pleasure and how my erection would fill her and strip away everything but her need. Then when she gets more experienced, I'd thrust into her so hard that the tendons on my neck would stand out in sharp relief. Holy shit!Just the thought of fucking Adora made the need to explode build in me. It was a rising crescendo but I punished myself by ignoring my cock. I wasn't a big fan of stroking myself and preferred the warmth of a woman's wetness, but my little mate wasn't ready, and because I loved her, I was willing to wait. The sound of the shower filled the cabin with wa
AdoraMy cheeks burned in shame and I felt a thickness in my throat after making out with Thor. The dude was so good with his hands that I felt like I was on cloud nine.We only made out but it felt as though he went all the way. Thor was the son of an ass but by the moon goddess, he was skilled at pleasuring me.I wondered how many women he'd made out to unlock such a level of mastery. My jealous heart hungered to possess his body and soulHe was wearing a shit-eating grin and I flipped him the middle finger.“Do you have a weird obsession with touching me? You almost marked me.”“Key word is almost,” he said with a chuckle. “I restrained myself because of the respect I have for you. Next time, I might not be too lenient.”“It's going to rain,” I started to say but before I finished my statement he picked me up bridal style and kissed my temple. “Hey, put me down. This is fucking embarrassing,” I squealed, wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his chest. “Soon, th
DamienLike a ninja hiding from the prying eyes of people, I crouched low with my back pressed flat against the fireplace. The only sound was my quick and shallow breathing. The darkness made me seem even smaller. My hands were clasped tightly around my knees. This reminded me of when I was a boy and would be sent to the naughty corner for eating too much cake or ice cream.The fireplace was large and slightly weathered on the raised wooden patio of the adjacent building that was part of the main house. Out of desperation, I had to make do with what I had. The patio had doors leading into the house, and it also seemed like the last place my mom would look for me, especially so early in the morning. The outdoor clock mounted on the wall ticked loudly, it was six thirty am. The dreaded rejection ceremony was supposed to start at 7: 30. I glanced at the outdoor bar to my right, noting the glasses and the jug of mojito mix. It was where my bastard stepfather, Clinton, spent most of h
Adora I woke up with a sharp pain stabbing at my chest and my heart squeezed so tight that I was finding it difficult to breathe. Confused at first, I wondered what was happening to me as my chest gasped in pursuit of air. I reached for my chest, wondering if I was falling ill or having a heart attack. Wasn't I too young for that?But then it hit me– today was the day I had to break the mating bond with Damien and my heart was already heavy.The weight on my chest grew heavier and I realized I couldn’t breathe. It felt like I was drowning, suffocating and dying. My eyes began to water from the sudden onslaught of panic and tears threatening to spill from them.Even though I'd been expecting this since forever, it hurt more than anything in the world. I sat up slowly in bed, realizing that I'd soon be alone without a true mate.Thor was a rogue. My family and pack will never accept him.A sigh that sounded like it ripped through my throat came from deep within my chest as I stared ou
Adora Damien's anger grew violent and uncontrolled. His eyes were so wide showing the whites and he let out a guttural roar that made me shriek. He turned around in one motion like a panther about to attack his prey and cupped my chin. At first, I thought he was going to hit me but his arms went around my body like iron bands constricting me. My vision was obscured by the sweat from my forehead dripping into my eye“Damien, please stop,” I begged him. The words sounded empty even to my ears, my throat feeling thick with emotions that I couldn't decipher. My voice shook from fear and anxiety. My throat was dry from rushed breathing and I didn't like this. Damien, with fury darkening his features to a shade that I'd never witnessed. "You're telling me you have another mate?! This better be some fucking twisted joke, Adora, because it's not in the slightest bit amusing at all" Damien growled, sounding more than pissed off. His grip on my waist was getting tighter and my ribs felt
AdoraDumbfounded, I watched Damian's gaze flash with outrage. The fact that he drove to my house indicated a problem. His bearing was stiff and proud but his spirit seemed to be troubled.“What's going on? Are you okay?” My questions spilled out in rapid succession and I felt like some sort of idiot for asking an obvious question.“No, nothing is going on,” he replied flatly. “I just wanted some privacy to talk.'’“Let’s head to the living room then,” I suggested softly. My throat itched and felt constricted, like I was swallowing sand. “We can sit on the couch and talk over a cup of tea. My grandma has the best calming tea ever.”Silently nodding, he trailed behind me into the family room. It was quiet, with the television muted as usual. The ugly paint and worn-out furniture in my house made me feel ashamed and burned my cheeks. Damien's mom was a billionaire. Fifty grown adults could live comfortably in her house. They had money, good taste, and beautiful things. So why would he