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?
Embarassment at its peak
"Shadow," I gasped out when he placed his hand on my neck, rubbing the junction between my neck and shoulders.
I was a calm girl with good control over my emotions. I swear, I was, but there was something about the way he was rubbing my skin and looking at me with those eyes with his body pressing me down which was making me weak in the knees.
"Yes, my kitten," he whispered sensually, breathing right into my ears now, and I closed my eyes before taking a deep shaky breath, realizing how we both were breathing heavily.
It was almost as if he was controlling his carnal desires too, and the thought that I was having the same effect on him, fed some of my ego.
Which I don't even know how the hell it is a good thing? I swear my head thinks of the weirdest thing to joke at the weirdest timings, all the time.
I moved my leg that was dangling down from the couch and he groaned in my ears.