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 sat on the sofa, his laptop on his lap. Every now and then, amidst his work, he would glance at the mini table which was already filled with everything he was sure Alexis liked to eat.

Her absence was too distracting. It was already ten in the evening, what else could she still be doing?

He proceeded to keep his device aside, but then a knock suddenly came at the door and then the handle turned, the door slowly creaking open.

The first thing that popped into his view was Alexis's head and then her lips stretched into a smile.

"I can smell food," she mumbled.

The man arched a brow at her and shook his head before returning to work.

Alexis stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. She adjusted the shirt she wore, dusted her black fitted slacks first before walking over and taking a seat at the table.

CHAPTER 38