Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna
Viola Linden wasn’t your average girl, nor was she meek or weak. Cold-hearted. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her.
He was an Alpha who had sworn off love, hardened by loss and a so called prophecy, certain he would never allow another woman into his life. But fate is a cruel trickster, and this fragile, broken girl carried a power he could neither ignore nor control.
A wolfless Luna with fire in her veins, capable of shaking his empire to its core, and a desire that threatened to consume them both.
When suppressed powers awaken and desire refuses to be denied, Viola will challenge everything he thought he knew, and show him that even the most untouchable Alpha can be undone by the woman he refuses to claim.
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"You wear that mask as if it hides your intentions," she murmured, her gaze locked on his eyes through the fabric.
He tilted his head, a slow smirk curling his lips. "It hides my weakness. And you… you’re the only one who can see through it."
"You didn’t have to come tonight," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"And let someone else touch what’s already mine?" His words were low, almost dangerous.
"I don’t belong to you. You never wanted me," she shot back, though her pulse betrayed her.
"Then why did your hand find mine in that room full of strangers?"
Before she could answer, he spun her, his arm sliding possessively around her waist, pulling her chest flush against him. The heat from his body pressed into her, igniting a fire she hadn’t expected.
"Careful. People are watching us," she said, half command, half plea.
"Let them," he whispered close to her ear. "Maybe honesty deserves an audience."
"You’re dangerous in crowds," she breathed, shivering despite herself.
"I'm worse alone with you, Mi amor."
"Then step away," she challenged, though the words trembled.
"Make me."
The music slowed and faded, but the tension between them only grew, thick and consuming. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow, as she felt the pull he had on her, magnetic and undeniable.
"If this ends badly…" she warned, fear threading her words.
"It won’t," he said, his voice a low promise that sent heat straight through her veins. "It will end with you in my arms… whether you want it or not."
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WARNING MATURE CONTENT!