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

'I am!' Alexis ran through the hallway to the foyer, trying to put on her loafers.

Augustus and Lyndon, who were already lining up with the other staff because, of course, Keelion was arriving at the foyer, glanced at her, clear irritation flashing in their eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" She rushed into the foyer, apologizing and bowing rapidly at the two men. "Something just went wrong, and I over…"

The two men rapidly shook their heads and signaled her to stop talking.

Alexis's words trailed off, and she slowly turned, only to stiffen at the sight of Keelion, whose sets of blue were staring her down with no tinge of emotions in them.

She couldn't read him—she couldn't tell what was going on in his head. The man was like ice and fire. Hot one moment, and then utterly as cold as ice in the next.

CHAPTER 22