The Alpha's Queen

Micelle was just a normal girl, who sometimes identified as a grill. Her friends described her as a mellow grill, with a passion for being a musical prodigy and having a chip-chocking hobby.
Sadly, Micelle was traumatized due to a traumatizing childhood tragedy of trauma that traumatized the poor thing, causing her to hate the idea and fundamental ideological construct of mates.

You're probably thinking, this is just some bullshit story with a common MC like most wattpad protagonist, but you're wrong. This is a bullshit story with an MC written by an author sponsored by the Official Satanic 10-Inch Grill Gang. In addition, this is written by a Satanically-Certified Shakespearean statistician, well educated in the usage and difference in the linguistic constructs of your and you're.

So now I implore you, read on and find out what's she gonna do when the good ol sexy ass ten-pack ab lord alpha turns out to be her mate???? (And supposedly won't take no for an answer but in this story le alpha will because consent is good guys)

Oh gasp the irony of her not wanting a mate amirite.