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Mated to A Rival Alpha

[COMPLETE || WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 21+ // Mercy Makes You Weak] “And when the sun goes down on your grave, let it be known, that it was all my doing.” ***** Tired of the shit-show put on by her apparent ‘mates’, Kim Rania, the most powerful, ruthless, and psychotic alpha of the Obren kingdom declares that she will not take a mate, a decision that no one questions, not even the mighty werewolf king. However, her announcement unlocks a pandora of betrayal, chaos, secrets, and unforgivable sins; which brews in her, a new tornado of anger, hate, and a great desire for retribution, a need she must fulfill. At the center of all that, is her ‘clueless’ true mate, the man she has grown to hate with everything she has and doesn't have; a man determined to cripple her rule with the unfortunate aid of her parents – Park Jihoon, alpha of her rival pack, Calindra. Rania knows she has a choice to make. To either forgive them and give in to her mate bond, or to burn them all and everything they hold dear. However her anger is too great and it drives her to seek the help of humanity’s greatest evil & immortal psycho, the lycan Kaia Seto, the soulless barbarian of barbarians, who is a little too willing to help her with her vengeance. Perhaps Kaia just has a good heart, right? But what if there is another reason Kaia is open to helping, will the psycho alpha agree to it, just for her vengeance?

she_osprey · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
377 Chs

In Which The Siblings Face Each Other

[JUNGWOO]

It was all too familiar. 

The sight before him was one he could have sworn looked a little too good like his. He had never been one to do at-first-sight things, but here and now, he was finding it really hard not to think of the wolf before him as a female wolf. 

He knew that there was only one other person like that and for the love of the goddess, he hoped that it was who he was thinking of. But did ghosts really exist in Obren?

Jungwoo just stood there watching with his jaw on the ground. 

Of course, he had imagined that it was all in his head, but the rich black fur that was staring at him, the muzzle he was all too familiar with, the rosy scent that he had gotten from his mother, the slow whimpers, the defeated breaths.