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 lowered his gaze at his lower half, at the boner that just wouldn't go away. His brain was drunk on her scent, on the pheromones that made his wolf go wild at her.

He dropped the glass of wine he had in hand, forcing himself off the loveseat towards the door. He left the room, walking off, only to find himself stopping right in front of Alexis's room.

But he wouldn't go in. He couldn't push himself to step in.

He stared at the door and leaned in close till his head rested against it. Even from within that room, he could smell her scent, her heat pheromones, its sweetness, all meant for him, no one else.

This reaction from him was normal—this desire was, after all, she was his mate. She belonged to him, she was his, it was all normal.

But he shook his head and pushed himself off the door, taking a step back and storming off.

CHAPTER 20