AngelLily

Alexis an outcast, a “Hunted” yet able to hide under their noses, desiring to live at every cost. Even if it meant pretending to be a man.

But she was also once one of the moon goddess’s three pillars. She was in charge of assigning mates, but her curiosity into what it would feel like to have a mate, to fall in love was considered a breach of rules. 

The goddess’s three pillars do not fall in love! It was forbidden. 

So she was sentenced, removed and reduced to the status of a mere werewolf. Her memories were wiped and she no longer knew what she once was, not even after her rebirth. 

In a world of werewolves where shifting was a must, what would happen to her? A girl who never shifted? Never manifested. 

What would she do now, suddenly having found herself struck with a heat cycle—something she had never once experienced. She was abnormal, never manifested, yet, there she stood in the middle of hundreds of guests drowning in her sudden heat that one way or the other drew his attention. 

Keelion Fane. The one who should have never known. 

He is the leader of the pack, but he is feared—said to be cold-hearted and cruel. He is an alpha who hasn’t found his mate for so long that he had no choice but to find a substitute. 

But Alexis was stuck. With nowhere to run, in his grasp. 

She…was doomed.

The Alpha’s Fated Mate Is an Outcast

Keelion shut his laptop close, getting up from the sofa to leave, but he was stopped short by Althea, who climbed on his lap, throwing her arms over his shoulders.

"You can't just leave already, Fane."

He had that unimpressed look on his face. "I need to get back to my bedroom. You should get some sleep."

"I know, Fane, but don't you want to stay with me tonight? Just tonight, I mean…I miss you, I always do. And you're barely around." She was begging with her gaze at this point. "Is something the problem? You don't want me anymore?"

She breathed out, running her fingers up and down his neck before leaning in to kiss his lips—a kiss which the man didn't reciprocate. He was rather annoyed, eyes filled with the kind of impatience he was stuffing to the back of his mind.

CHAPTER 18