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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 · Fantasie
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I Hate It Too

[NIKITA]

There in front of me stands the face I never thought I would see for the next three months. He should be protecting the Russian borders; that is what people like him do. Not come to hospitals with a group of officers.

Are they here to arrest me because of the stupid man who had been murdered? Well, I'll have him know the man looked way too familiar to Yuri even to be whatever they called him, but hey, we can't all have what we want now, can we?

Officer Qiao is looking at me disapprovingly when I make it out of the elevator. I want to tell him that what I feel is expressed in how I look, but I don't really have the strength. I'm too tired of everything that has happened, and I just want one day of peace.