APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
Rejected the Alpha, Now I'm the Most Beloved Luna Novel Cover

Rejected the Alpha, Now I'm the Most Beloved Luna

Perry Lake never believed in fate, especially not when it came to love. To take revenge on her cold, power-hungry father, she broke off her engagement to Richard Scott, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Bloodmoon Pack. Walking away from that world should have meant freedom. But one impulsive night changes everything. Perry walked into Richard's room to end things. She never expected to end up in the bed of a stranger-an Alpha who overwhelmed her senses. Even worse, the Moon Goddess has bound them as fated mates. Now, torn between the desire to escape and the pull of a bond she can't deny, Perry must face a destiny she never wanted-with the man she tried hardest to forget. But can love bloom where betrayal and secrets still linger?
Chapters
share

Chapter 1

Perry's POV

"Damn you, Francis Lake. There's no way I'm becoming someone's damn mate just because you said so."

I stood outside the Crown Regent Hotel, fists clenched so tight my fingers were starting to ache. If life were fair, I'd be planting a punch right into my father's smug face, not standing here waiting to meet my ridiculous fiancé.

From the second I was born, Alpha Francis couldn't have cared less about me. While my mom lay sick in a hospital bed, he was off throwing wild parties with half-naked she-wolves.

It broke her heart-broke her completely. And that's exactly what Francis wanted. He made sure she stayed out of his way. By the time I was ten, she died from the pain of it all.

You know what killed me? Francis didn't even flinch. He moved on, found a new mate like nothing happened.

And me? I got dumped in the middle of nowhere, tossed aside like trash and left to scrape by.

Three days ago, the man I hadn't seen in forever finally called me. "Perry, dear," he said like we were best buddies. "I've promised you to the Bloodmoon Pack's alpha. Don't let me down now, for the good of the pack."

I wanted to puke. His smug little voice made me want to throw my phone across the room. And before I could tell him exactly where to shove that idea, he'd already hung up.

Twenty years. He never once looked for me. Now that our pack's barely hanging on, suddenly I exist again? I'm not his daughter-I'm a bargaining chip. Trash he's trying to trade for Bloodmoon's favor.

Now he expects me to become the mate of some alpha I don't even know? I hate this, every part of it. Alpha or not, I'm not giving in.

I never got to enjoy any perks of being an alpha's daughter, but now I have to pay the price for it?

Hell no. I made up my mind-I was going to make that alpha hate me so much, he'd turn me down and march right back to yell at dear old Francis.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Perry, it's me," Gina Layton's voice chirped through. "You outside already?"

"Yep, waiting out front. Come grab me," I said, trying to keep my tone light.

Gina and I go way back, childhood friends. Her dad owns this hotel, so she had the hookups when I asked about the Bloodmoon alpha. Turns out, he was checking in today. Perfect timing.

I wanted to speak with him before Francis's goons had the chance to drag me into anything.

Gina came rushing out a minute later. She caught my arm, looking at me like I was nuts. "Girl, what are you wearing? And what's on your face? Oh god, is that..."

"Yeah, it smells like sour milk," I said, wrinkling my nose. "Fully on purpose. I'm not trying to look cute. I want him to be disgusted. I need him to be pissed enough at Francis to back off."

"Right... sure," Gina muttered, eyes still wide. I could tell she thought I'd lost it.

I mean, who the hell doesn't want to be an alpha's mate?

She actually asked me that same question the first time I told her.

She clearly didn't agree with my plan, but she still backed me up-just because we were friends. That really hit me.

Gina kept her word and brought me to the top floor. She looked kind of anxious, her voice nearly a whisper. "Alright, Perry. Go in and do your bold thing. Just... remember, some things you can't undo once they're done."

"That's exactly the point," I said through clenched teeth.

I've never once regretted my decisions-and I wasn't about to start now.

Gina let out a sigh, shrugged, and gave me a little wave. "Okay then. Good luck!"

"I'll need it," I muttered. She turned and walked away, clearly worried.

I turned, too, and moved toward the room where the alpha was staying.

Inside was the alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack-Richard Scott. I'd heard of him, but we'd never met.

The door wasn't locked. It opened with a soft creak. I frowned.

Something felt... off. I froze, instinctively sniffing the air.

Weird... it wasn't just the almost-faded sour milk scent of my cheap perfume. There was something else in the air.

The hallway was dimly lit, and the room beyond was completely dark. The eerie vibe made my wolf itch to come out.

But I just wanted this over with. That urgency made me throw caution to the wind.

"You got this, Perry," I whispered, eyes shut tight, trying to psych myself up.

I picked up the pace and pushed the door fully open. A sudden gust of cold air made me shiver.

"Hello?" I called out, poking my head in nervously. "Alpha Richard, are you here?"

Silence. That made me uneasy. For a second, I wondered if Gina had given me the wrong info.

That strange scent suddenly got a lot stronger. I didn't even get the chance to think more about it.

A strong hand yanked me inside before I could react. All I could tell was that it was a male wolf-I couldn't see his face. He slammed me down on the bed, pinning my arms and legs. I struggled, but it was useless.

"Don't touch me!" I tried to shift, but he was faster.

His sharp teeth flashed, and pure fear held me frozen-I couldn't even think about fighting back.

But then, all he did was nuzzle into my cheek. "Hmm? A she-wolf wandering right into my arms."

His hot breath hit my neck, and my knees just about gave out.

This was an alpha in heat. If I fought him, I had no doubt he'd rip me apart.

I fought against the urge to give in. I turned my head away as he tried to lick my lips.

Then his large hands ripped my clothes open, and I whimpered, "No, please..."

His hands roamed over my body, his tongue sliding along my neck but stopping short of a bite. A shaky moan escaped me-just his touch made my body move instinctively under him.

When he pinched my nipple just right, heat shot straight to my head. My hands, held tight above me, trembled as I lay there, overwhelmed by sensation."Please... stop." I panted, my voice barely holding together. "Alpha Richard, I came here to call off the engagement-"

Before I could finish, he gripped my cheeks, my words getting stuck in my throat. "Shh."

His deep voice brushed past my ear, and only then did I realize he was breathing slowly right next to it, warm breath grazing my skin. His face brushed against mine, surprisingly calming, though I was still tense inside.

He let go of my hands, and in that brief moment, I felt a bit lost. My fingers landed weakly on his solid, muscular arm.

"Listen to me. I need you right now." His voice was soft, yet full of command. His arms trapped me completely, leaving no room to slip away.

What I didn't expect was how his gentleness actually made me relax. My heartbeat slowed a little as his hands moved across me, teasing those tender spots that made it hard to think straight. I could only follow him, confused and unsteady.

The rich scent of alcohol hit me, and like a snap, everything clicked into place-he was my mate. My destined Alpha. That realization made something inside me loosen up, despite myself.

My eyelids fluttered, half-shut as if in a daze. A weird sense of anticipation crept in.

His long, cool fingers skimmed across my chest, leaving behind waves of tingling warmth. I couldn't help but sigh, my voice trembling. "This... feels strange. But, so good..."

"That's it, good girl." He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. "You're doing just fine."

He bit at my chin, then gently licked over the same spot. My body turned soft like water, submitting before I even noticed.

"Say it, sweetheart. Tell me what you want." His voice dropped low, full of dark sweetness.

I bit my lip, suddenly too shy from how intense everything was. But his scent was like a blanket, comforting me, keeping fear at bay.

He bent down, mouth catching my stiff nipple, tongue circling slow and playful. His sharp wolf fangs were retracted now, replaced with blunt teeth; careful, gentle-not hurting me at all.

"Come on," he murmured again. "I want to hear you, baby..."

"Ahhhh!" I couldn't hold it back anymore, my chest arching up instinctively. "Right there!"

"Atta girl." He smiled-I'm pretty sure he did-and sat up a bit, then spread my legs with a kind of casual ease. "You're ready."

His hard cock pressed against me through the fabric of my underwear, and though he restrained himself, his fingers still teased fires down below. My core grew damp, breath shallow, tears pooling in the corners of my eyes.

"I really like you," he whispered into my ear, slow and sincere. "You're irresistible."

He pulled off my panties, and my eyes widened at the sight of him-so thick, it made fear and craving swirl together inside me. He brushed my cheek gently, and I knew what he wanted to hear.

So I opened my mouth, shaky but determined, and said, "Come in."

The second my words landed, he didn't hesitate. He pushed into me in one strong, smooth motion. No resistance. No delay.

A sharp sting made me bite down on my lip. "Ah... ahh..."

He stretched me wide-too wide-and yet, he moved with such care. His size filled me completely, heavy and deep, but his every move was drenched in gentleness.

"Don't move," he growled under his breath. He started thrusting into me hard, like he was pouring all his desire into every move.

I turned my head, dazed, trying to dodge his kiss. Kissing always felt different-more intimate than sex somehow.

But he grabbed my chin roughly, leaving a bite mark on my cheek. "Don't push me away."

Then his lips crashed into mine, tongue forcing its way in like he had to own every part of me. My breathing sped up. I trembled and tears slipped down my face. Suddenly, he paused and leaned in to slowly lick the tears off my skin.

That strange gentleness snapped me back a little. I stared up at the barely visible face above me, trying to focus.

I could hear myself panting. "You... you can't..."

"There's no such thing as 'can't,'" he said coldly. "You came in here. You said you wanted this."

His hands roamed over me without pause. I shut my eyes tightly, a soft moan slipping out. I couldn't even see his face.

Time dragged. Every second felt like forever. He lifted both my legs, pulling me open for him completely. With every thrust, it felt like he was setting fire to my nerves. The bed creaked under us like it couldn't take it.

My chest heaved, my whole body clung to his, shivering as my walls tightened uncontrollably around him.

Damn it-I couldn't fight an alpha. He made me feel pleasure so intense it scared me. The way our bodies connected... it messed with my head, made it hard to think straight.

He leaned down, inhaling deeply by my ear. "You smell like cake-soft and sweet."

I dug my fingers into his shoulders, moaning nonstop. I didn't even have the strength to argue.

And soon, I couldn't even speak. He moved toward my neck-he was trying to bite me, to mark me. I could feel it. I pushed at him frantically with whatever strength I had left.

Why couldn't it just be sex? I could've pretended none of this ever happened.

He let out a displeased growl. "You should feel honored."

"No," I sobbed. "Just... not now."

That made him freeze. He stared at me, silent, like he was actually thinking it over.

I tilted my head up and traced his Adam's apple with my tongue. My fingers clung to his shoulders, silently praying he'd forgive my earlier resistance.

But after a beat, he said nothing and went right back to it, slamming into me harder, pulling louder moans from my lips. "Ah... no, stop..."

He kissed me again, deep and consuming, licking every part of my mouth like he was drinking me in. My legs gave out, and I clung to him, clumsily responding to his kiss, burning with unwanted desire.

I shut my eyes. Dizziness took over from the exhaustion. He stroked my face, and I felt something warm flood into me.

Then he pulled out and wrapped himself around me tightly, locking me in his arms like he didn't want me going anywhere. Just before I drifted off, I caught the scent on him-dark, rich, like a strong drink. It made my head spin.

Like some cruel cosmic joke, the Moon Goddess had handed me my fated mate... the alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack.

The one I was doing everything to stay far, far away from.

You may also like

Betrayed At The Altar, Married For Revenge  Novel Cover
8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister. On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future. But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse. Marriage. Power. Revenge. Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her. There's just one problem... Her new husband knows more about her past than he should. And the closer she gets to revenge- the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
Claimed By The Ruthless Lycan Warlord Novel Cover
9.6
Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden. Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss. She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow. "Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked. Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love. The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body. They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely. Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes? To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild. In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence. But she wasn't going to cower or run away. Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open. The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.
Flash Marriage To My Disabled Commander Novel Cover
9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine. But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him. When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement. I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive. I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras. "That was for my father and brother." Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
HIS TO DESTROY Novel Cover
9.4
For years, Elena has lived in the shadow of the Italian mafia, bound by a debt she never chose. When she is handed over to the ruthless Dante Moretti to settle her family's sins, her world turns into a gilded cage. Dante is a man driven by vengeance, intending to break the girl who represents his enemy. However, as blood spills and secrets emerge, the line between hatred and obsession blurs, sparking a dangerous fire that may consume them both.
His Vow, Her Vendetta Novel Cover
8.1
I died once. Betrayed, broken, and discarded by the most powerful man in New York. Now, I'm back. Reborn on the very day my husband, Dante Moretti, handed me an expulsion agreement. But this time, I know his secret. The coldness in his eyes isn't cruelty; it's a slow-acting poison, a betrayal creeping through his veins, fed to him by those closest to him. This time, I don't cower. I meet his icy command with a slap and an ultimatum: I carry his heir. To cast me out is to sentence his own bloodline to death. He is the untouchable Don, a king on a poisoned throne, fighting a war within his own mind. I am the ghost of the queen he tried to break, armed with the memories of our enemies' every move. I won't be a pawn in their game again. I will dismantle them all, from my treacherous sister to the viper he calls a mother. I will be the queen he needs, even if he fights me every step of the way. It's a vendetta.
The Ghost Heiress: My Dangerous Double Life Novel Cover
8.7
I spent ten years living in a rusted trailer in Upstate New York, enduring the stench of stale cigarettes and the Millers' constant abuse. They called me a useless leech and a parasite, never realizing I was simply a top-tier operative known as "Ghost" waiting for the signal to return to my real life. The breaking point came when the Millers threw my muddy duffel bag into the dirt and shrieked at me to get out. As I walked away, a massive explosion leveled their home behind me, and a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the curb. A man in white gloves opened the door and addressed me as "Miss Vance," announcing that my billionaire parents were finally waiting for me. But my homecoming was far from a fairytale. My biological mother was dying of heart failure, and my cousin Victoria publicly humiliated me, calling me "trailer trash" and mocking my lack of education. To make matters worse, I was forced into an engagement with Julian Sterling, a ruthless CEO who despised the idea of marrying a "charity case" like me. No one knew that the "meek" girl they pitied was leading a double life. While Victoria tried to shame me at dinner parties, I was busy infiltrating elite clubs in tactical bodysuits and stealing encrypted drives from Russian arms dealers. I had to play the role of the helpless, boring daughter while my own fiancé hunted the mysterious thief who had pinned him against a wall and kissed him breathless in the shadows. I thought my cover was perfect until Julian's grandmother collapsed on Fifth Avenue in full cardiac arrest. While the crowd stood paralyzed, I broke protocol and used a forbidden "Ghost Needle" technique to bring her back from the dead before vanishing into the crowd. That evening, Julian watched the viral footage of the miracle rescue, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the "uneducated" girl he was forced to marry. He realized the boring woman sitting across from him at dinner was the same dangerous operative who had outsmarted him at the club, and the hunt for the truth had finally hit home.