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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 · ファンタジー
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316 Chs

The Mixed Scents

[Nikita]

"Good morning Alpha Knight, I hope you rested well," Qiao said to the visiting alpha who was enjoying the peculiar view of the Pavlenko estate. They had all taken breakfast and were ready to discuss what they had come for in the end.

The warriors and even Drew were there, ready to find a suitable plan of action. However, there was a distinct smell, one that everyone who had the werewolf scent knew so well. A scent that didn't belong to any of them and certainly one that didn't seem to be friendly either.

It was a mixture of multiple odd scents, things that no one would have expected to interact with, at least not in the Pavlenko household. And they all knew who was the bearer of that scent.

Drew.