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Beast Alpha and His Cursed Luna

Mature Content- Rated18+ (No rape) "You look lonely and well..." "Well?" The Alpha gave her a condescending smile. "Broken. Like someone who has fought a lot of battles. Someone who has been hurt." She said. "It's true. And thus, I am ready to fight even more battles if it promises what I want," Alpha Maverick said. "And what do you want?" She asked with a sweet smile. "Death. Death of all the rogues for what they did to me," Alpha Maverick said, looking at the girl who became stiff beside him. "You are not a rogue, are you?" Alpha Maverick looked into her enchanting eyes, his hand caressing her cheeks, making her smile awkwardly. She was indeed a rogue, and not just any normal rogue, but one wanted by the entire world. ~~~~~~ "I, Valencia Brooklyn, reject Tyler Anderson as my fateful mate. I would rather accept death than a disloyal mate." These were the exact words that changed her life. Since this werewolf world couldn't accept her for being an omega and not having a wolf, she decided to do the exact same thing. She became a rogue that everyone started fearing and looking for. A rogue who killed other rogues, stole from people, rejected an alpha, deceived the council, and most importantly, lived among humans while breaking all laws and norms. What will happen when someone from the council gives her anonymous case to the strongest alpha in the world? An alpha even stronger than the Alpha King's son? How will she save herself from an alpha who has vowed to kill all the rogues to avenge what they did with him? How will Maverick Aurelius catch this mysterious rogue who doesn't have a scent? When they first meet, he should've killed her, but how was he supposed to recognize her when she was a mere cat? Valencia never turned into her wolf because she was cursed to be a shapeshifter. How will the alpha recognise the rogue in the cat who has developed a weird habit of coming into his room and playing with his things?

AngelinaBhardawaj · Fantasie
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Mistake or bliss?

VALENCIA'S POV

Maverick growled at me for the umpteenth time as I scratched his back with nails, sucking his lips like I would want to suck something else that belonged to him.

Running my tongue on his bottom lip, I licked my lips before looking at him.

"What did you say? Don't start what I can't finish. What if I want to start what I can finish and ensure you have a blissful time at the same time," I pushed, moved my hand downwards, and pulled him closer, ensuring I rubbed a good time into him, giving him new suggestions on what was going on inside my head.

Did I intend to follow these instincts and give him what he wanted? Of course not. It was a little payback for what he was trying to do to me.

I want him to know he isn't the only one who can become handsy and keep him on his toes.

"What did you call that? Punishment? Do you want to see what punishment looks like?" I asked.