All Chapters of Alpha's Mismatched Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I, thereby, here to inform my readers about certain things which are necessary for them to have in their knowledge before they gear up to read this extraordinarily mysterious tale.This tale is the first-ever venture of this author. I hope my readers will enjoy reading it as much as its author did while writing it.Don't expect it to be like any other werewolf story, for this author enjoys spicy fusion more than plain food.The story might involve incidents, events, and characters you can relate to, but they are just the byproduct of this Author's imagination. Hence, one must not take it personally.The story includes many subplots with unexpected twists and turns that will take you on a rollercoaster ride and will make you experience a mixture of emotions, mystery, thriller, love, romance, and many more.I want my readers to come along with me and unravel this tantalizing mystery of the history of werewolves and vampires.

It was dark. When Jim, a twenty-year-old stout boy with golden-brown eyes who lived in their previous neighborhood, slammed the brake outside their new house.   The sudden jolt of the car disturbed her sleep as she woke up to confront a view which was no less than a horror movie scene, two big trees covering up an old two-storey house. A pale dim light blinking illuminating the tiny garage and a dusty brown locked wooden door.   She was engrossed in analyzing the whereabouts of her new neighborhood when her orbs caught a stranger illuminated in the blue light of his garage gazing at her. His disheveled hair was concealing his face and it seemed like he just woke up from an impromptu evening sleep. Twirls of smoke was whirling around his arm as he had a half-smoked cigarette clutched in between his fingers. There was something weird about the way he was looking at her as he threw some eerie vibes towards her.   What's wro

"Tell me son that you're kidding me." A giant shadow sitting on the throne bolted in his seat and gripped the wolf's head carved on its arms. "To your shock, I'm not." Asher proclaimed still standing straight like a poll with his head bowed in front of the shadow, while his eyes were having direct contact with his eyes. "You have completely lost your senses, my son." The shadow sighed as he threw his body back in his chair. "Yes, I have gone mad, but how long a wolf can live without his mate." Asher blurted out the reason and no sign of reluctance showed on his face. His posture was indicting his assertiveness as he posed with his arm flooded on his back broadening his chest a few extra inches. "My manly needs demand a partner now." He continued with his same attitude and tone without changing his notes. "And I can't take charge of the position, you are planning to impose on me until I find a mate for myself." “Am I imposing my decisio

The last thing she remembered was a noise, something fluttered its wings louder and harder, and then she lost her consciousness.   The splintering cold drops of water knocked on her eyes as she scrunched her face as if a sharp pain ran through her body again, but this time she didn't feel anything of that sort. It was all painless now.   Another sprinkling of water, and her eyes split, a little bit, and she peeked, moving her orbs all around to check where's she right now.   The scenario had changed, instead of a wide, bright, sky blue sky, she found herself underneath a brown wooden ceiling. The solid grey road had also been replaced by a soft, white, and comfortable bed.   There's no shadow burdening her figure, instead, she found herself buried underneath a completely weightless, white sheet.   Where's she?   'Where am I?' she wondered. Not ready t

The sun drowned behind the west horizon leaving behind pinkish hues as its mark, her heart plunged deep into the dungeon of fears as she paced back and forth within the bounded walls of her room.   Her impatience clawed deep into nerves and grew dense with each passing second. The only thing moving in her mind was the picture of Raven sitting on the back of the rocking chair.   She needed to rescue him, as soon as possible, but she didn't want to come face to face with him. After experiencing the intensity if his stare from a distance, she couldn't dare to go close to him. Also, she didn't have any proof that he had abducted Raven. She couldn't accuse him just on the basis of her guess.   Although she had thought of a plan to go to his place and check for him. But as soon as the idea hit on her mind, it proved itself flopped.   "What if he attacked on me again?"