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Alexander's POV:
I held my wife in my arms, laughing along with her, kissing her cheeks.
Evangeline was my lifeline, the reason for my continued existence in this sorry world.
We'd come a long way together. Though she was human, she knew about werewolves; because as my Luna, she had to.
In the first place, it wasn't supposed to be like this.
I didn't have to marry her.
But I got tired of waiting.
Waiting for the one person, I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
And I waited, God, how I waited.
At the age of 18, I waited for her. For my mate.
But she didn't come.
At the age of 25, I was still waiting for her. For my mate.
But she still didn't come.
And then at the age of 30, I stopped waiting.
Because I realized, she would never come.
She would never come.
And after coming to terms with the fact that I wasted almost half of my life waiting for someone who was never going to come, I met Evangeline.
And I fell in love.
I fell in love with the way she smiled at me, the way she cared for me; the way she lightened up my whole world after the darkness I went through at the expense of just waiting.
Waiting torturously; arduously long for something, someone, who was never going to come in the first place.
I felt like a fool; dancing in a circus in which I had no power. I didn't know if I was cursed by the Mother of the Moon, but I despised the way fate played with me; toyed with me; rid me of the one thing I wanted.
My mate.
The person who was supposed to love me.
Support me.
Be my Luna.
And since she didn't come, I decided to marry the human girl who swept me off my feet, because I knew she wouldn't find a mate, and I knew she would love me till the end of her days.
And as I held this beautiful woman in my arms, my heart was swollen with utter adoration, mesmerized by her entity; her beauty; the way her blue eyes shone like the constellations in the sky, mirroring my own oceanic orbs.
As I was an Alpha, I had to breed an heir to my pack.
The pack of Kingsley Lycans.
And this is why my pretty woman's belly was swollen at 8 months.
It was almost time for my darling boy to be born, and I couldn't be happier after facing the darkness that was my invisible mate.
I was going to work on a midsummer morning, where humans worked with me, unbeknownst to my entity as a werewolf.
Ironic indeed, as in my navy suit, I walked through the first floor of the building, basking in the attention given to me by my employees with respect.
After all, I was Alexander Phillips; Head Executive, Head Accountant for Lycans Enterprise, and Alpha, ruler of Kingsley Lycans; though humans did not need to know of the latter.
I was perfectly content with the turn my life had taken, perfectly happy with the way my life was going.
And that was when fate took me by a storm. Swept me off my feet a second time, but in the worst way possible. Nightmarish claws impaling themselves in my shoulders, and I could do nothing, absolutely nothing to battle fate.
That was when I smelt it; saccharine lox intertwined with red velvet delixacy, a hint of vanilla mixed with spicy cinnamon.
That was when I felt it, the taste of sweet doom and chaos and a pandemonium I had never bargained for.
That was when I heard it, the sounds of bells chiming as the gates opened up to seal my utter defeat at the hands of fate.
That was when I saw it, whirling around with superhuman speed, watching despairingly as the double doors to my building was thrown open by a vixen with fiery eyes.
And that was when I met her.
My mate.
My other half.
And met her I did, though too late.
Here she was at last, but Mated to a Married Man.
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Mated to A Married Man (18+)
Werewolf"You may be my mate, but I'm already married. And you will always remain nothing but my little secret." I look up at him steadily, unwavering. "I think I'll pass. I'd rather be someone else's everything, than your nothing." He slams me into the wall...