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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 · Fantasía
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Not deserving

MAVERICK'S POV 

Her call went on for quite some time. 

Once she finished her call, she walked back to me and smiled as soon as she saw the food on the table.

"Thank God, the food is already here. I was famished. What has Shadow brought? Dang, it's all my favorite things. He surely knows my taste well now," Valencia smiled, her eyes crinkling into a crescent moon shape.

It was the kind of smile I liked on her face, the one that made me feel for her, but her eyes...

I held her hand when she was about to pick up the container with the steamed bun. 

I knew what I would do might end terribly for us, but this was the only way. 

If she has to hate me after this, she can, but I won't allow her to hate herself forever. 

I know she hated the feeling, but I wanted her to feel vulnerable. I wanted her to show me her emotions because that was the only way to get out of the shell she was creating around herself.