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The Rebellious Alpha Female's Human Mate

[COMPLETED] "I think you're mistaking me to be your ally. I could easily reunite you with your dead family, and no one would care," Arya warned Nikita. **** In which fate flips a coin in its sleepy state and binds death to death, instead of life. Vengeance meets livid freedom, and suddenly race is a non-issue because fate bound the impossible together; but what if it wasn’t a mistake? *** Nikita Rostova was once the good surgeon, but everything changed, when someone in his circle took everyone that meant the world to him, in one plane crash. With nothing to live for anymore, a hoard of wealth, and his legion of ruthless soldiers disguised as underage hackers, he became the doctor of death, and proudly so, after all, he was doing this for his vengeance. Arya Knight was the psychotic alpha that despised being a werewolf; an alpha that wanted to live a human life but couldn't, because of the werewolf king's interest in her. The only way to get her freedom was to present her mate, who turned out to be an unhinged chief surgeon with a lot of baggage; a human too broken by life and had lost everything including himself. But for her freedom, Arya Knight wasn't scared to cross the ocean on foot, even if that ocean was in the form of a broken soldier. Would she be able to face the sharks in it? Would this be just another mission for alpha Arya? And more importantly, would Nikita accept his role as the psycho alpha Knight’s mate?

she_osprey · Fantasy
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316 Chs

Her Desires

[ARYA] 

Patience. That is what Arya Knight had told herself she would learn to have when she walked into the human realm and also when she stumbled upon the harsh reality that her mate was a human, and it was something she had forced herself to learn even with her rebellious nature.

It was something she never appreciated ever.

But Arya knight had learned.

She had gotten herself to a point where she was willing to withstand everything that was sent her way. She was ready to fight more demons than she ever thought she wud, and she would do it for him, the man she was beginning to like even though she had been pretending to despise all this while.

When Nikita had left three days ago, his scent lingered in the room Arya was held in, and she thrived off it. She held onto that scent so much that it got to a point where she didn't need any air.