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Twisted Mates

Freya Parrish was orphaned at age three by her family's rival pack, which forcefully took power from the Blue Moon Pack, murdering everyone except 'Lucky Freya.' After the death of everyone in her pack, Freya was supposed to be the ruling Omega being the only survivor, but she suffered from amnesia, leaving Alpha Hero Ian at advantage. The Omegas were never seen as worthy or relevant. They were the bitches and their pack was the most fragile. This implicated anyone from their pack because their hate came naturally. Alpha Hero Ian turned Freya into a slave for his pack, the Blood Moon Pack. For some reason, everyone felt intimidated by Freya, even though she was fragile. This led to everyone to hate and maltreat her, including the Alpha's rude and spoilt son, Dante Ian. As the governing rule of the Blood Moon Pack states, 'All slaves must be set free on their eighteenth birthday,' Freya got sent far away into the human world without any orientation or shelter. Dante on his path took over as the Alpha after the death of his father. For him to become true after, he must also bond with his mate. Desperate to make his pack whole, he goes searching for his mate, which was no other than the girl who hates even the air that he breathes. Despite all the ugliness, is there a chance for Freya and Dante to put their past and differences aside for both packs? Being the only survivor, Freya needs to bear the child of a true Alpha to avoid the extinction of the Blue Moon Pack. “Forgiveness is a pricey pearl that cannot be handed out with ease. It takes more than love and mate bond to win this battle.”

Shining · Urbano
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100 Chs

CHAPTER 79

  Dante knew the question was rhetorical. Females tended to mark their males around the groin or the chest region overlapping the heart and obviously, Oswald figured that was the case with Freya.

  Rather than correct him, he allowed him to think that. He wasn't sure why she hadn't marked him. Oh, she'd nipped him and scratched him a few times through the night, but it had only ever been in retaliation, and it was never deep enough to even draw blood, let alone mark.

  His wolf didn't like it, and Dante was pretty sure that her wolf wouldn't be too pleased about it either. Maybe she would do it when the battles for dominance had eased, he mused. He didn't bother asking himself why he even gave a shit. This mating stuff messed with the brain.

  "How does it feel to have a female who won't bow down to you?" Declan's voice came, causing everyone to turn in his direction. His grin was roguish.

  "How come you are still here?" Asked Dante.