Kylie K
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ABOUT ME
STORY BY Kylie K
Make Me Yours - The Alpha's Omega Mate
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At my locker I twist the combination and yank the door open, and I barely register the sharp vanilla scent before Madison slams into me from behind hard enough that my forehead cracks against the metal and stars burst across my vision. Pain flares hot and immediate, and I spin around pressing my hand to the back of my head. “What the hell,” I snap. Madison smiles like she has been waiting for this moment all morning. “Learn your place,” she says sweetly, and she shoves me again like she expects me to absorb it quietly. Blood fills my mouth where I bite my tongue, and something inside me snaps, not loudly and not dramatically but cleanly and decisively. “You don’t get to push me around,” I tell her evenly, and when she lunges again I catch her wrist without thinking and twist the way Dad taught me years ago, controlled and precise.
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She's the True Heir
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“We’re not losing her,” he says quietly. “No,” I agree, and the word feels like a vow settling into place. “We’re not.” The argument inside the house softens into strained silence, punctuated by hurried footsteps and the zip of bags, and when Bella’s scent moves closer to the front door, my heart starts pounding so hard it’s almost painful. I don’t know where she thinks she’s going, but I know one thing with absolute certainty. Wherever it is, we’re not letting her go alone. “She ran because she thought it didn’t matter,” Atticus says, watching the house like it might blink and disappear. “Like last night was just a mistake.” I snort softly. “Yeah,” I say. “And she can keep telling herself that all she wants.” The front door opens, spilling light across the porch, and Bella steps out with a bag slung over her shoulder, her jaw set and her eyes bright with unshed emotion, and for one brief second she looks straight into the dark where we’re standing, like some part of her knows she’s not as alone as she thinks. The door closes behind her with a finality that makes my chest ache, and as she heads down the steps, my grip tightens on the promise already carved into my bones. We’re not crazy. We’re not wrong. And I swear, to the moon and the blood and the bond pulling tight with every breath, that no matter how far she runs or how fast the world tries to rip her away, Atticus and I are not going to lose our mate.
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The Wrong Mate
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Cheyenne never planned to become Luna. One ceremony. One bond. One irreversible step into a life that was decided long before she understood the cost. Claimed by the Alpha and bound to a pack that feels everything she does, she is thrust into a role built on tradition, obedience, and power she never asked for. The bond with Landon is undeniable, primal, and consuming, but certainty doesn’t equal comfort, and belonging doesn’t feel the way she was promised it would. Inside the packhouse, every choice is watched, every moment felt, and every doubt dangerous. As her wolf settles into strength and the pack closes ranks around her, she must confront the truth she’s been avoiding: destiny doesn’t care about readiness. Caught between pride and entrapment, desire and resistance, she crosses a threshold that can’t be uncrossed, discovering that power may claim her body, but it will have to fight for her soul.
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Marked By The Enemy Pack
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She crossed the border for five minutes of quiet after a brutal day of training, never expecting the forest itself to turn on her, never expecting to wake marked by the enemy Alpha with blood still in her hair and no clear way home. Sasha belongs to a pack that now sees her as a liability, bound by a bond that was never meant to exist and tied to Adam, an Alpha whose restraint is as dangerous as his power. Every shared moment is watched, every step measured, every breath weighed against the risk of war. As councils close in and loyalties fracture, Sasha is forced to choose between being pulled apart to restore order or standing in the space between two packs and daring them to adapt. Intimate, tense, and relentlessly slow-burning, this is a story about survival under scrutiny, love that grows through restraint instead of permission, and a bond that does not ask who it will cost, only who will endure it. When the world is watching, even five minutes of quiet can change everything.
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Pregnant by the Enemy Alpha
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At seventeen, Monroe makes one reckless choice, one night where she lets herself exist without expectation. It costs her everything. Exiled by her Alpha father, abandoned by the man who helped create the life inside her, Monroe is cast into the human world alone, pregnant, and unprotected. She gives birth to twins in a parked car, survives on routine and grit, and builds a fragile life far from pack law, far from hierarchy, far from the wolves who taught her obedience instead of mercy. But bonds don’t disappear just because you run. Years later, Monroe’s control fractures when she scents the one wolf she was never supposed to be tied to. The mate bond doesn’t bring comfort or rescue. It brings inevitability. The man who exiled her. The Alpha who never looked back. The father who is also her mate. Now eighteen, a mother, and no longer willing to be owned by biology or authority, Monroe must navigate a bond that refuses domination, children who rewrite pack law by existing, and a system that has no language for a woman who survives without submitting. This is not a love story about rescue. It’s a story about endurance, motherhood, power without cruelty, and what happens when a woman refuses to be claimed.
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The Warrior's Broken Mate
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I don’t have a single memory of my mother; she died bringing me into this world. But every recollection I do have is scorched with the presence of my father—his fists, his boots, the searing pain of his belt. I wear his anger like a second skin, every bruise branding me as guilty. He is the Alpha of the Crystal River Pack: looming, broad-shouldered, a shadow of terror in every room. For fifteen relentless years, he has looked at me with the same haunted fury—as if I were the executioner who stole his light. Each day he reminds me with flinty eyes and rasping words, "It should’ve been you. Not her. Not my Luna, not the mate who held my soul together. His angel. His heart. And me? I am nothing but the poison that leeched all hope from him—a blight, a curse, bad luck that he needs to crush underfoot."
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Marked by my vacation fling
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Coming to this island seemed like a good idea at the time. It meant I wouldn’t have to return home and take care of my parents during my summer vacation while they were too wasted to even get out of bed, except when they needed to find their next fix. So, when my boyfriend, Abel, suggested that I join him to visit his family on the island, I thought it was a great idea. How wrong could I have been?
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The Triplets' Fighter Luna
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I looked up and there were triplets with brown hair, clean shaven and really tall with big muscles standing at the door. Izzy stopped talking to her friends and she ran up and hugged one of the triplets, who hugged her back. But it was brief. That triplet pushed her away and all three of them looked at me at the exact same time, almost mechanically. And they fixed their eyes on me and wouldn’t stop staring.
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What Remains Unclaimed
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After being rejected by her fated mate, Lila leaves her pack to reclaim her autonomy, believing distance is the only way to survive the bond that once defined her. But fate does not dissolve so easily. When Derek, the Alpha who hurt her through control rather than cruelty, nearly dies in a brutal ambush, everything fractures. Derek survives and makes an irreversible choice: he steps down permanently, relinquishing power rather than risk harming her again. What follows is not a reunion fueled by destiny, but a slow, dangerous recalibration. No claims and no promises and no shortcuts. As the pack watches, rumors simmer, and old structures crumble, Lila and Derek are forced to confront a harder question than love or fate: Who are they without power, without obligation, and without the bond deciding for them? This is not a story about redemption through dominance. It is a story about restraint, consent, and choosing each other only if the choice is freely made.
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Bound By Four
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She was born an Omega. The pack decided that meant quiet, disposable, safe to overlook. They were wrong. Bound by fate to four wolves who were never meant to share a mate, she becomes the fracture point in a system built on control. Each bond pulls at her in a different direction. Power. Loyalty. Rage. Devotion. And none of them come without a cost. The pack wants her compliant. The council wants her contained. Her mates want answers she isn’t sure she has. As secrets surface and the truth about Omegas threatens to tear the hierarchy apart, she’s forced to choose between surviving the world as it is or breaking it wide open and living with the consequences.
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