
The Alpha's Quiet Mate
Deva Dee · Completed · 129.8k Words
Introduction
Yet when she fell, it was his arms that caught her.
Elara Mooncrest has been silent since childhood, her voice buried beneath layers of trauma. Forced into a political marriage with the ruthless Alpha Kieran of Blackwood Pack, she becomes nothing more than a burden—ignored, mocked, and dismissed.
But beneath her fragile exterior lies a survivor's spirit, and when darkness threatens to destroy everything, Elara refuses to remain voiceless.
As ancient powers awaken within her, alliances shatter, obsessions ignite, and fate demands more than silence. She was given as a pawn, but will she rise as a queen?
Chapter 1
I wasn't given a choice. I was sold like a property on the eve of my twentieth birthday to a monster they call Alpha Kieran Blackwood.
They call it a treaty, a bond to unite two packs against a common enemy. But to me, it's a death sentence, one wrapped in silk and sealed with blood.
I didn't realize I was the price until they summoned me.
I was in my room when the Beta barged in.
"The Alpha wants you in the council room," he said.
My stomach twisted the moment I heard it, a familiar dread coiling in my chest. Nothing good ever followed those summons–just orders, punishments, or reminders of how worthless I had become.
The hallway stretched on, heavy with each step. Whispers clung to the air like smoke. "There she goes, Mooncrest's little curse." I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, focusing on the rhythm of my footsteps, the only thing I could control.
As I entered the council chamber, silence swallowed me whole. The kind of silence that was thick with judgment, a pressure in my chest that made it hard to breathe.
The council members sat in a half-circle, faces carved from stone, eyes sharp and filled with something colder than indifference—contempt. My father, Alpha Braxton, sat at the center, his gaze resting on me like I was a stain he couldn't scrub out.
"Elara," my father said, his tone flat, void of anything resembling warmth. "You're here because it's time you served a purpose."
A purpose? Like I was an object that'd been collecting dust, waiting to be useful again.
I stood there, stiff, my hands clenched at my sides.
Elder Rowan's cold eyes flicked to me, his lips curling into a sneer. "You're of no use to this pack. Mute. Weak. A shadow of what an Alpha's daughter should be." His words weren't just a condemnation—they were a verdict.
I could see the satisfaction in his gaze, the quiet joy he took in putting me down as if seeing me broken fed something darker inside him.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, but I didn't react. I was used to this—used to being the target of words sharper than any blade.
"But you can still be valuable," Elder Hagan chimed in, his voice dripping with false diplomacy. "An alliance has been arranged. You will marry Alpha Kieran Blackwood."
The words hit me like a slap.
I wanted to scream. To say no. To tell them I wasn't a pawn to be traded like livestock. But my voice—if it even existed anymore—was buried too deep, lost beneath layers of fear and years of silence.
Then Nyx roared inside my mind.
"FIGHT!"
Her voice was wild, raw, unrestrained—a sharp contrast to the suffocating stillness that had wrapped itself around me for years. It echoed in my skull, claws raking against the fragile walls of my sanity.
"You're not their pawn!" she snarled, her rage thrumming through me like a pulse. "Say something. Do something!"
But I couldn't.
"He's a ruthless Alpha," Elder Rowan continued, leaning forward slightly as if to study my reaction. "But that doesn't matter. You don't need his affection. You just need to do your duty."
I clenched my fists tighter, nails digging into my palms. Nyx growled faintly in the back of my mind, her fury coiling like a storm. But even she couldn't break through the numbness pressing down on me.
"He won't want her," Elder Varyn muttered, shaking his head. "She's broken. He'll see that the moment he looks at her."
A flicker of something—hope? —sparked in my chest. Maybe they'd reconsider. Maybe I wasn't useful enough, even for this.
But then my father's voice cut through, cold and final.
"He doesn't need to want her," he snapped. "He needs the alliance. She's nothing more than a means to an end."
A means to an end? So that's all I was?
I stared straight ahead, my chest hollowed, and my throat burned, but no sound came out. No scream, no cry. Just silence. The same silence I had been trapped in for years.
I was screaming inside, "How could they?"
I was supposed to be the Alpha's daughter, a symbol of strength. But that was before I lost everything—my family, my pride, and most of all, my voice.
I remembered the way the pack used to bow their heads when I walked past, their respect stitched into every nod, every glance. "Alpha's little warrior," they'd whisper, smiling as I darted through the training grounds, wooden dagger clutched in my small hand, determined to be just like my father.
He used to watch me with pride, his eyes once warm like embers, flickering with admiration. "You'll be stronger than me one day, Elara," he'd say, ruffling my hair. "You've got the fire of the Mooncrest bloodline."
But the fire dies when there's no one left to keep it burning.
It happened so fast—the day everything changed. One moment, I was his pride. Next, I was cursed.
I haven't spoken a word in fifteen years. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't. My voice is buried somewhere deep inside me, lost beneath layers of fear and memories I don't dare to touch.
When I try, it's like standing at the edge of a cliff, mouth open, but nothing comes out. I've forgotten what my voice even sounded like, and maybe that's the worst part—losing a piece of myself I can never get back.
And no one noticed.
Not even him.
Now, I am being given to Alpha Kieran Blackwood, the man they call the Shadow King. A ruthless Alpha whose name is whispered like a curse, his reputation built on fear, blood, and battles won without mercy. A man who wouldn't hesitate to snap my neck if it served his purpose.
"You're dismissed," my father said, like I was a stain he was finally done trying to scrub out.
I didn't wait for anything more. I turned and left, my footsteps echoing in the suffocating silence. The walls felt tighter somehow like they'd heard every word spoken and were pressing in to crush me.
Back in my room, I closed the door quietly. No point in slamming it. Walls don't care.
I sank to the floor, knees tucked to my chest, staring at the cracked ceiling, like it held answers to questions I was too afraid to ask. My chest burned with anger. Even Nyx was silent like she didn't know how to fill the void.
—
The next morning, the door flew open without warning.
My father stood there, his presence like an unwelcome shadow stretching across the room. His face was the same as always—cold, sharp, carved from stone. No warmth. No hesitation.
"Get up," he barked.
I didn't move.
He stepped inside and the door closed behind him.
"Alpha Kieran will be here soon," he snapped, his eyes hard. "You'll stand when he enters. You'll be respectful. Presentable. And for once in your pathetic life, try not to embarrass me."
Embarrass him? Hah!
I hated him.
I didn't move. I just stared at him, my gaze burning with all the anger I couldn't voice, my fingers dug into the thin blanket on my bed, nails biting into the fabric – just to feel something.
My vision blurred as I watched him - the one I thought cared. He was supposed to be my father. My protector.
Nyx growled faintly in the back of my mind, her rage simmering like hot coals, but I stayed silent.
His jaw clenched like he was waiting for a response I couldn't give. Then, as if disgusted by my very existence, he turned his back on me.
But before he could leave—
Footsteps.
Heavy. Steady. Purposeful.
They echoed down the hall, slow and deliberate, each one a warning. The air shifted, and grew colder, thicker, like even the walls knew who was coming.
Nyx's growl faded into stillness.
The footsteps stopped outside my door.
Two sharp knocks. Not polite. Just final.
My father straightened immediately, his back rigid, his jaw tight. The door creaked open without waiting for permission.
And there he was.
Last Chapters
#90 Chapter 90
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#89 Chapter 89
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#88 Chapter 88
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#87 Chapter 87
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#86 Chapter 86
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#85 Chapter 85
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#84 Chapter 84
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#83 Chapter 83
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#82 Chapter 82
Last Updated: 8/6/2026#81 Chapter 81
Last Updated: 8/6/2026
You Might Like 😍
Pregnant by My Husband's Rival Alpha
Those words should have destroyed me, but the truth was worse: I'd been used as a broodmare by the man who swore to love me, set up in a hotel room with a stranger because My husband Alexander Cross couldn't father children himself, and now I carried the secret babies of Damon Lester—the most powerful and dangerous Alpha in San Loris—while my own family replaced me with the daughter they'd always wanted. But when that same stranger's doctor appeared at my door, when twenty million dollars exchanged hands over a fake perfume bearing my secret identity, and when Damon's gray eyes locked onto mine with recognition I couldn't afford, I realized my carefully hidden life as the legendary perfumer Vera was colliding with a pregnancy that could cost me everything.
Could I protect my babies from the husband plotting my death, hide my true identity from the Alpha who's been hunting me for years, and reclaim the freedom I'd buried along with my dreams—even if it means standing alone against the wolves who see me as nothing more than a womb to be used and discarded?
Dangerous Love with the Mafia
Driven out by her adoptive mother and sexually harassed by her boss, she stumbles into a seedy bar, desperate to drown her sorrows. There she meets Alex: sharp, devastatingly handsome, and impossibly charming.
What starts as a wild one-night stand blossoms into a tender, almost surreal romance—art galleries, riverside walks, and whispered promises that feel too perfect to be real. But when Alex vanishes without a word after a morning of gentle intimacy, Sarah is left with a hollow ache and a creeping doubt.
Their encounter was no accident. Behind Alex's blue eyes and skilled touch lies a darkness far deeper than she ever imagined—and the love that burned so bright may come with a price that could destroy her.
Offside Temptation
Ethan Ryder was a disaster waiting to happen. Hot-headed, reckless, and constantly one bad decision away from ruining his career. I was supposed to hate him. Instead, I memorized him. I learned exactly how to push his buttons on the ice just to see the fire in his eyes.
When he grabbed my jersey in that locker room and kissed me in front of twenty cameras, it wasn't a mistake. It was the moment the line between hatred and obsession finally snapped. The media called it a scandal. They called us a divorced couple. But they didn't see the way Ethan trembled when I cornered him in the hallway afterward.
"You're staring again," he whispered, his back hitting the wall.
"You're still here," I replied calmly, stepping close enough to feel his erratic pulse.
He thought I was cold. He thought I was controlled. He didn't realize that every time he looked at me, I was fighting the urge to completely destroy the distance between us.
Now, the league is forcing us to live together, train together, and smile for the cameras to fix our public image. But the more time we spend alone in my apartment, the harder it is to pretend I just want to play hockey...
Mated To The Last Scribe
A missing woman is found exactly where her latest story said she would be.
A warehouse burns down hours after she publishes another.
Then anonymous messages begin appearing.
WE KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW.
The problem is that Iris doesn't know anything.
At least, she doesn't think she does.
When her stories attract the attention of billionaire Alpha Cassian Blackmoor, Iris is pulled into a hidden world of werewolves, secrets, and deadly conspiracies.
Cassian believes she may be connected to a mystery that has claimed the lives of powerful Alphas for years.
His wolf believes something else.
That she is his mate.
As enemies close in and events from her stories begin unfolding in real life, Iris must uncover the truth behind her impossible gift before she becomes the next target.
Because someone is watching.
Someone is waiting.
And someone will kill to keep the truth buried.
Omega Bound
Thane Knight is the alpha of the Midnight Pack of the La Plata Mountain Range, the largest wolf shifter pack in the world. He is an alpha by day and hunts the shifter trafficking ring with his group of mercenaries by night. His hunt for vengeance leads to one raid that changes his life.
Tropes:
Touch her and die/Slow burn romance/Fated Mates/Found family twist/Close circle betrayal/Cinnamon roll for only her/Traumatized heroine/Rare wolf/Hidden powers/Knotting/Nesting/Heats/Luna/Attempted assassination
The Unbreakable Oath
The Billoniare's Fake Husband
Quin is wealthy, controlling, and desperate to keep his inheritance, so he offers Tyler a deal: stay married until he clicks thirty and get paid. Tyler doesn’t trust him, but he needs the money Quin was offering, so he agrees.
What starts as a fake marriage soon turns into something messy and real. Feelings begin to get involved and walls start to crack. Suddenly Tyler is risking his heart for a man he swore to hate.
Now, with secrets coming out and time running out, they both have to decide—is this just a mistake… or something worth fighting for?
Falling for My Boyfriend's Uncle
My boyfriend skipped our anniversary for her—the girl who called me a whore.
He left me walking home in the dark. When my apartment caught fire, he ignored my calls.
But his uncle showed up.
The one with the scarred knuckles and the cop badge. The one who looked at me like he wanted to burn the world down for me—or maybe burn me down instead.
Now, we live under the same roof. Three people. One bed too close.
Every time my boyfriend touches me, I flinch. Every time his uncle looks at me, I burn.
He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's everything I shouldn't want.
Is he saving me... or does he just want to own me?
Some fires don't just burn. They consume.
The Vampire King's Feeder
Emory: I was born to be the Alpha of my pack, my father's first born daughter. But now... I am here, in the castle of our greatest enemy, the Vampire King. I should hate Kane Alexander, but the more time I spend with him, the more I long for him in ways I cannot understand. I am not here to be his lover, though. I am here to be his feeder. But even before his lips graze my skin the first time, I know I would give myself to him in every way imaginable if only he should ask. Kane: I long to taste the wolf shifter, but not her blood, her body... her essence. I want her in every way imaginable. But I'm already betrothed to marry another blood-born vampire, and if I call that off, I have resigned my kingdom to yet another war. There has to be a way to keep Emory Moonraker as my feeder but not claim her in my bed. I just haven't figured it out yet, and every time I look into her jade eyes, I forget everything and everyone but her. But I have enemies, and every moment she spends here in my home, Castle Graystone, she's in danger.
Bella and Her Beast
.
Locked in her frozen tower, Bella dreamed of warmth, of touch, of freedom and of love. Cursed with the power of ice and snow, she’s spent her life alone. A secret they tried to protect the world from. Her only escape comes in the form of the books she reads. Stories of heat, desire, and the kind of love that could melt even her frostbitten heart.
Damien is the Beast. A dragon King with a temper forged in flame and a soul hollowed by duty. The world fears him. The people call him a monster. But beneath the scales and the rage lies a man who has never been touched by love.
When frost meets fire, the world shatters. She was never meant to leave her tower. He was never meant to find her. But destiny doesn’t bow to kings or care for cages and now the question burns through them both: Can Bella have her Beast? Or will the girl of snow melt in the heat of his desire?
.
"I’m keeping her."
"What?"
Before I can react, he scoops her up. Her small body fits easily in the cradle of his talons. For a split second, she looks startled, but not afraid. Her hand rests against one scaled finger, and she stares up at him with that same curious wonder, as though she’s already forgotten she was ever meant to fear me.
"Put her down," I try to command, panic threading through my thoughts. "You’ll hurt her."
"She’s ours," the beast insists, possessive and fierce. "Our snowflake."
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."
I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.
Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."
New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.
Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates
When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.
But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.












