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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 · Fantasia
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316 Chs

Where Is She [1]

[Nikita]

Just like Arya had predicted, Nikita woke up a week later and he felt like he had been run over by a tow truck. Everything seemed so new and everyone was treating him like he was the most impatient patient. He knew there was something but he hadn't quite put his fingers on it yet.

However, when he walked down the stairs and into his room this morning, he remembered it all, the misery, the helplessness, the anger, everything about what had happened made him want to smash things.

He looked around his living room, everything was new, literally. His paintings were gone and anything he could say was once in this room, was removed. All of what he was seeing was new and he hated the fact that this happened.

The last thing he remembered was the kiss and then the woman he loved swinging his huge ass to the wall like he weighed in grams.