Mated To The Demon Alpha I'm Meant To Kill
"You destroyed my pack. Killed my father. Ruined my fucking life. And now you act as if I'm something you can't live without?"
Draven’s red eyes gleamed. “You should be grateful, little wolf. I could’ve killed you. Instead, I’m making you mine.”
I snapped, “I'm not yours! You rejected our mate bond the moment you saw my scars. You made my life hell don't act like you're the victim now!”
I could see guilt flash through his eyes as he muttered, “That... It was a mistake... I—”
I cut him off, my voice trembling with rage. “You’re only saying that because you know I’m here to kill you.”
He stepped closer. “No. Rejecting you was the one thing I regret. I didn’t know then... but I do now.”
“Good,” I spat. “But it's too late. I’m not here to be yours. I’m here to end you.”
•••••••
Brielle Ashveil was once the beloved Alpha’s golden daughter.
Until he showed up.
Draven Valrath, the Demon Lycan Alpha, stormed and destroyed her pack. Her father? Dead. Her future? Gone. And her life damaged forever unable to be repaired.
To make it worse?
Her boyfriend cheated on her with the new Alpha’s daughter… and rejected her like she was trash.
Stripped off her rank and rejected by her mate, Brielle is forced into a lowly life under a cruel new Alpha. But when she's framed for a crime she didn't commit and tortured for it, something dark inside her finally awakens.
Turns out, she’s carrying the forbidden powers of the banished Dark Moon Goddess.
A power feared by all and also punishable by death.
The council wants her dead.
But instead of a clean death, they offer her something worse than death itself:
≥Kill Draven Valrath in three months… Or die. And if she dare run... they'd kill her mother first and come for her immediately.
To survive, Brielle changes everything temporarily–her face, her scent, her name–and infiltrates the Wolfblood Pack.
Draven's territory.
She becomes his beta, personal medic and the woman who warms his bed.
She hates him. Every second. Every word. Every fucking stare.
But she plays her part perfectly. Because the closer she is, the easier it’ll be to kill him.
Now face to face with her lifelong enemy, she is ready to give it her all to make sure her plan to kill him is executed.
As the final pieces of her plan to execute him fall into place, her eighteenth birthday also approaches.
And with her eighteenth birthday came a devastating news straight from hell:
Draven was her fated mate.
This fucking bastard was her mate?!
Killing this man was already torture itself—why the fuck did the Moon Goddess have to make him her fated mate?