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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?

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Yours Faithfully, Anxiety

[NIKITA, PRESENT DAY]

Without so much as a warning, I wake up seven hours later, my brain still in shock from what happened in my nightmare. They keep getting frequent like I'm supposed to have been there and saved them, but as usual, I convince myself I can do it.

I am Mykolajki Pavlenko, and a nightmare really shouldn't be something for me to get all worked up about, no?

You'd think that after all the time that had passed and with me having nightmares almost every time I lay my head on the pillow, I would be familiar with all this and get used to it, but then nothing about loneliness and losing my family over and over.

Disgruntled, I lay a little longer on the bed, trying to think of everything that happened three days ago. I know I have a memory card to watch and see what happened. It's so hard being me at this moment.