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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 · Fantasía
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The Test Of Death For Life

[NIKITA]

"Ugh—" Nikita whined as he tried to sit himself up. He looked and felt like he had been knocked by an oncoming truck, though he couldn't remember anything. His head was way too heavy even to turn around and let him have a good look around him.

He tried opening his eyes, but it was almost like they had been glued shut, and he was cursed to stay in the dark. What kind of hell was this anyway? Maybe there was an explanation for this, or perhaps, he had finally died, but if that was so, why was it so uncomfortable then?

"Dear God—" Nikita said, his voice inaudible to anyone who happened to be around him at the moment.

The doctor was having a crisis, stuck between finding out what was happening to him, lifting his head up, and looking around him. If anyone was wearing him at the moment, he could only wish they saw his struggle and came to help because right now, he wanted to get out of the darkness.