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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 manhood.

And as she spied the king-sized bed, she knew that in a matter of minutes she would be on it and be fucked by him, introduced into a world of uninhibited sexual acts and uncontrolled lust.

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

But Alpha Denzel had never touched a woman despite the harem he kept from his conquests. And so 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:

Why didn't he want her?

                            ***

Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted.

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

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 after being branded the living disgrace of a deposed Alpha, she gave up on hope long ago.

Months after escaping her triplet Alpha mates, she's chosen for the Bloodmoon Hunt—a brutal tradition that seals her fate with Alpha Denzel, the cursed and cold-blooded ruler feared across all packs.

A man she hated and whose pack she had a vendetta against.

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

Gasps rippled through the courtroom. Some alphas stood abruptly, others staggered back in disbelief. A few warriors reached for their weapons instinctively.

The scent of blood, though faint, tainted the air like smoke after a slaughter.

Even Damien's face paled.And then there was silence.

"These are elite soldiers, they have the Raven mark on their face veils…" a guard reported as he examined the veils on each.

Another voice trembled, "That flag is the sigil of… of no known pack!…" he stressed, raising questions on what Alpha would dare go against Damon to send this as a gift to his sister.

Rolling across the polished floor, leaving thin trails of fresh blood behind them.

The golden glow of the chest did nothing to mask the horror of its contents. Eyes wide open in death, mouths frozen in silent screams dozens of heads spilled out like discarded offerings.

47: Where is the west wing?