RidaHari

[Dark Romance Themes | Strong Female Lead]


She stripped out of the soft ivory linen robe clinging tightly on her attractive curves. It had accented her large breasts in an appealing way, leaving a great part of her cleavage peeking and almost popping out.

Her firm and erect tits bounced out, mould lips glistening with wet arousal. 

An ember of lust sparked in her loins as she imagined him pounding into her with his engorged and throbbing member.

"Isn't this what you wanted like all the other Alphas?" She asked, her voice barely holding together, trembling with pain and contempt.

 He stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him, eyes dark and unreadable.  

Seconds stretched, then without a word, he stepped forward to pick up her discarded robe.

Gently, like she was something fragile, he wrapped it around her. Covered her, then turned his back and walked away.

The door closed behind him with a quiet finality that thundered in her ears.

Danika blinked.

An awkward strangled cackle tore from her throat. Her body folded as if laughing could mask the slow collapse happening inside her.

Shame flooded her before the humiliation crashed,sharp and sudden. Had he found her lacking? Was her worth so small he didn’t even want what every other Alpha would have torn through blood to claim?

Her fists clenched around the robe he had wrapped around her.

The same robe that now felt like a reminder. A brand of his rejection.

And yet… somewhere beneath the storm inside her, a colder question whispered:

 He had a harem of women he'd taken from his conquests, Why didn't he want her?

                            ***

Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted.

Danika spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father and by fate itself.

Not even her first bonded Alpha kept her—he discarded her for a more advantageous match, another mark on a soul already carved with rejection.

A wolfless omega who was never meant to matter. She had always sought solace, looking for a place or mate whom she would belong to.

But fate was not done twisting the knife. A misfit of events and blood-bound tradition landed her in the hands of Alpha Denzel... the cursed and cold-blooded ruler feared across all packs.

He is the beast no one dares to love or tame. The same enigma her father made him into.

But Danika? She has a beast of her own. And she vows to either tame —or destroy him. Whichever comes first.

The Alpha's Unlikely Beast Mate

She stepped in, her expression calm and was almost motherly. She didn't look like a tormentor, far from what she was. She looked like a queen inspecting a disappointing servant. As if she had come to offer solace to the wrongly accused with a scent that smelled like sweet nothings.

She stopped a few paces away, observing Saphina's shivering and bloodied form with silent disdain.

"You've been quite the actress," she said softly, as if they were having tea. "A common maid… pretending to be kind… generous… brave. But what I see is someone hiding something."

She didn't want to believe what she had heard or seen about her, and even when she wanted to let it be, she couldn't bring herself to shrugging thoughts of it away from her mind.

Saphina coughed, blood spotting the corner of her lips. She tried to look up but her head drooped like a snapped flower.

25: Fury