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 pulled the drawer of his desk open, packing in his documents. He glanced at the clock on his desk, noting that it was almost midnight, and proceeded to get up from his chair, but then the door of his office slowly opened, a scent that instantly made him frown, wafting into his nose.

Althea closed the door behind her and walked up to him. Her arms were wrapped around her, face as red as it could get. Her breathing was hot and her steps were a bit wobbly.

"I need you, Kee—Fane. Please."

"I can't give you what you want, I have told you that," Keelion said, pinching between his brows.

She balled her hands into fists. "Why? Why are you suddenly like this? You've always taken care of me, w-why can't you this time around?"

His gaze hardened, but he didn't let it show, instead, he rested his elbow on the armrest of his chair and propped his chin with his fisted hand.

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