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

Hesitantly, Alexis stood up from the floor and moved over to him to stand in front of him. Should she apologize for stepping out of line? Before she could even come to a decision, her wrist was grasped, and she was pulled down to sit on his lap.

Keelion leaned in close, discreetly inhaling her intoxicating scent that only he could pick up. It drove him unhealthily out of his mind, in a way he couldn't control.

A growl burned the back of his throat, and his fingers itched to find their way into her soft, light brown, golden curls, much softer than they looked. And he didn't deprive himself, grasping and forcing her face closer to his, his lips hovering over hers, while he tried controlling himself from claiming every puff of short hot breaths fleeing from her.

CHAPTER 19