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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 · Fantaisie
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The First of Their Vulnerabilities

[ARYA]

"You look so perfect," Nikita said huskily as he looked at Arya's upper body, not even hiding the fact that he was amazed by her. She on the other hand just looked at him, taking his body in, like this was what she had needed for long.

She loved that he wasn't judging her or even her scars. They were bloodied and yet even then, Nikita couldn't help but pepper her body with kisses.

He was being reserved about it though, just a little to show he appreciated her, but enough to tell her that he would always love all of him, battle scars notwithstanding.

"Hmm," Arya responded as Nikita pulled down her leather pants, under which there was literally nothing. She had no undies on, nor did she feel shy when she felt her pants hit her leg as Nikita's obvious bulge made a show for the hundredth time.