Craving The Beast I Hate
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What would you do if the mate destined for you lost everything because of you?
She was a Guardian, a sacred weapon of the Moon Goddess. A creature never meant to love, never meant to be claimed.
But fate twisted, the Goddess broke her own design and gifted her a mate she was forbidden to feel.
She didn’t sense the pull.
She didn’t feel the spark.
She didn’t even know his soul was tied to hers.
But he paid the price.
First, his wolf vanished.
Then, his Beta title was ripped away.
And finally… his legs failed him, leaving him trapped in a chair, shattered, furious, and drowning in a hatred that burned only for her.
Every time their paths crossed, he looked at her like she was the monster who ruined him. He spat venom at her, voice cracking with pain:
“Meeting you was the worst curse of my life.”
Those words chased her through every shadow.
But still she couldn’t stay away.
Not from him. Not from the mate she was never allowed to feel.
And then it happened.
The bond slammed into her like lightning, her power erupting so violently the air trembled. Her breath hitched...
she felt him. Truly felt him.
The spark.
The pull.
The truth.
She seized him, kissed him with a desperate, bruising hunger, and whispered against his lips:
“I didn’t feel our bond.
The Goddess took it from me.
But now I do, I want your mark, your mark on my neck."
Now everything hangs on a single, impossible question:
How do you save the man fated to you? When he believes you are the curse that destroyed him?
She was a Guardian, a sacred weapon of the Moon Goddess. A creature never meant to love, never meant to be claimed.
But fate twisted, the Goddess broke her own design and gifted her a mate she was forbidden to feel.
She didn’t sense the pull.
She didn’t feel the spark.
She didn’t even know his soul was tied to hers.
But he paid the price.
First, his wolf vanished.
Then, his Beta title was ripped away.
And finally… his legs failed him, leaving him trapped in a chair, shattered, furious, and drowning in a hatred that burned only for her.
Every time their paths crossed, he looked at her like she was the monster who ruined him. He spat venom at her, voice cracking with pain:
“Meeting you was the worst curse of my life.”
Those words chased her through every shadow.
But still she couldn’t stay away.
Not from him. Not from the mate she was never allowed to feel.
And then it happened.
The bond slammed into her like lightning, her power erupting so violently the air trembled. Her breath hitched...
she felt him. Truly felt him.
The spark.
The pull.
The truth.
She seized him, kissed him with a desperate, bruising hunger, and whispered against his lips:
“I didn’t feel our bond.
The Goddess took it from me.
But now I do, I want your mark, your mark on my neck."
Now everything hangs on a single, impossible question:
How do you save the man fated to you? When he believes you are the curse that destroyed him?
