Sweet_pie22

Silas has never feared Alphas. Naturally strong and unaffected by their pheromones, he constantly clashes with them. 

But this unique trait becomes his downfall when, on his 18th birthday, his  mate rejects him—choosing his stepbrother, Ciel, instead.

Wounded and betrayed, Silas leaves the pack, unaware that his life is about to take a turn he never imagined. 

In the enemy pack, he crosses paths with four powerful princes—Damon, Theron, Kael, and Lysander. They take him in, but the situation grows even more chaotic when Silas discovers a shocking truth.

 The four princes, believed to be his twin brother’s  mates, are actually his fated mates.


"What?" Silas whined.

"Silas, behave yourself and let us handle this matter."

"Shorty, no one can hurt you."

"Silas, I will protect you."

After saying this, the three brothers glanced at their fourth sibling.

"What? ...Yes, I'll do the same," he muttered.

Just when things couldn't get more complicated, a cryptic dream shakes Silas to his core.

"He is your child. If you reject him too, he will die!"

And soon after, a five-year-old child appears, leaving Silas utterly confused.

"You are mine... In this life, I will make you my slave, destroy those bastards, and erase their bloodline."

A bitter love tangled in hatred—one that transcends lifetimes. Someone is willing to go to any lengths to claim Silas, no matter the cost.


Can Silas rewrite the fate from his past life? Or will history repeat itself?

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Mated to Four Alphas

We both ran as fast as we could and finally reached the front of the room. But the problem was—the door was closed. Atlas tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked from the inside.

"Silas, the door is locked from inside!"

Hearing him, I banged on the door—hard.

But no answer came from inside. The silence only made us more anxious. I started kicking the door, and seeing me, Atlas did the same.

But the door wasn't breaking. I guess Atlas's legs don't have much strength.

We tried pushing it, kicking it—but nothing worked. Just as I stopped, Atlas kicked again, and this time, the door broke open.

And what we saw made my blood run cold.

Nekol was sitting on top of Evan, holding a knife to his neck. There was blood on Evan's neck too.

Fear gripped me. Were we too late? Did Nekol already kill him?

Serial killer- 5••