Damn! I Mated to My Bully, But I Love My Boss

They said I was fat and ugly—I got albinism, which made my hair silvery and my irises icy grey, and also, I was a lowly omega who didn't deserve to be in their pack. They bullied, raped, and killed me after I caught my fiancé sleeping with a woman. When I woke up, I was in a room, on a bed, and under a blanket with a man undressed.



Arriving at the office, I was in for a surprise, and the memory of that unfortunate incident kept nagging at me, making me realize that I wasn't dreaming. I wanted revenge, and it seemed so easy when I found out that my bully and killer was my mate.



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"Why the heck do I have to deal with you again after all this fucking time?" I asked the man who stood proudly in the Kiton suit that clung snugly to his burly body. A smile played on his red lips that made me recall glimpse after glimpse of the incident where he took away my honor and then killed me.



He eroded the distance, bringing his face closer so I could feel his breath on my skin.



"Because I am your mate, Foxy. Whether you like it or not, you have to accept that. And..." He took a moment to pause his sentence to caress my cheek. "I can make time for you so we can begin our mate bond ritual. No one can have you, so I'll mark you immediately."