Is 'An Unexpected Malfoy' On AO3 Completed?

Delilah can't wait for her boyfriend and closest friend to turn 17, for him to meet his Alpha wolf; and finally sense his fated mate. She has long since been predicted as his fated mate by all in their pack and beyond having been childhood sweethearts. They make the perfect couple so this would be the perfect love story for them. Surely fate couldn't take an unexpected twist, sending her on a painful path she didn't expect could it? That painful path could change the person she once was but may bring an unexpected ally.....could it be in a bitter twist of fate Delilah all along had held her hopes on the wrong Alpha?

“You don’t have to lose everything. You could still have a place in my pack. Not as Luna but close enough. You will be my mistress…” Kyle’s shameless words ruined everything I believed in. For years, I thought our marriage was a real alliance. I gave him my trust, and my pack, Whitemane, gave him power. In return, he gave me betrayal. The day he came back from the war, he was holding another woman’s hand. Shirley. His new chief warrior. His fated mate. Right in front of my dying father, Kyle discarded me like I was nothing and demanded I hand my pack over to him. My father died for an alliance he spent his life protecting. Whitemane fell to the enemy overnight. Hunted and stripped of everything, I ran with nothing but my father’s final letter. It revealed a secret. An arranged marriage. To Alpha Damon of the Madfang Pack. The most ruthless, dangerous wolf alive, and my only shot at revenge.

Obsessed with werewolf novels? So was Natalie Stewart, a typical 25 year old freelancing artist who spent majority of her spare time reading trashy werewolf books online. Over the years, she’d come across countless styles and variations of the classic tropes, enjoying every twist, heartbreak and steamy matebond moment the female leads would go through. But as Natalie unfortunately meets an untimely death, dying in her very own kitchen during a home invasion, the last thing she expected was to wake up inside the body of someone completely new. Someone beautiful and entirely unrecognisable. However, not everything is as perfect as the flawless stranger staring back at her in the mirror. Because as Natalie comes to terms with her new body, it doesn’t take long for her to discover someone else. A girl with clear signs of mistreatment and neglect, her skin flushed with bruises that peek out from under her ragged clothes. Looking at her, Natalie quickly realises she is no longer in the world she once knew. A place of modern luxuries and ordinary people. In fact, it’s far worse than she could have possibly imagined. Because she’s now trapped inside the last werewolf novel that she read. But she’s not Aurora, the goddess-chosen white wolf girl of prophecy with magical powers. The one who will escape her painful enslavement, find her Alpha King second-chance mate, and overcome obstacles to prove their love for each other. No... she has woken up in the body of Scarlett. The villainess who will get in her way.... and one who won’t live to see the end of the book.

"You're not my mate, Freya. The woman carrying my heir is." Those six words shattered everything Freya believed. Once cherished as Alpha Leo Cowell's fated mate, Freya watched the man she loved grow colder with each passing day until she became nothing more than a forgotten Luna trapped in a loveless marriage. The final blow comes when Leo publicly chooses another woman who claims to be carrying his child, humiliating Freya before the entire pack. Heartbroken and stripped of her dignity, she refuses to remain where she is no longer wanted. She walks away, determined to rebuild the life the Alpha destroyed. Then fate delivers its cruelest twist. Freya is pregnant with the Alpha's true heir. The Luna he cast aside suddenly becomes the one woman he desperately needs. But by the time Leo learns the truth, Freya is no longer the devoted wife who would wait for him. She now belongs to his greatest enemy who happens to be Freya's first love. Now the Alpha who once discarded his mate must fight for the woman he lost...

“One more word, Omega, and I will pin you to the stone until you submit.” Rapha Okoye is a low-ranking rogue survivor hiding behind a sickly disguise, forced into a brutal political alliance with the most ruthless kingpin of Valoria Ridge. Seth Adebayo is the supreme Alpha Leader of the city's most lethal werewolf mafia dominion—cold, calculating, and fiercely possessive. Their arrangement was supposed to be a blood treaty in name only, a calculated play to secure territorial borders and keep rival factions at bay. But their first night together changes everything. Plagued by a rare lineage trait that triggers feral sleepwalking whenever he drops his guard, Rapha wakes up to find he has accidentally breached the Alpha’s strict boundaries, stripping away his armor and claiming the lethal warlord as his personal pillow. Now, trapped in a dangerous game of fake affection to deceive the high council elders and fend off jealous rivals like Trinity Craig, Rapha must navigate a den of vipers. While fighting to uncover the dark truth behind the silver-fire that destroyed his family bloodline, he must also survive the intense, suffocating pull of Seth’s true mate bond. As lethal border wars threaten to tear the dominion apart, the line between an arranged act and raw, untamed desire begins to blur. Can a broken stray outsmart a mafia empire, or will his own inner wolf force him to yield to the ultimate Alpha?

" me." The words slipped out of her , past her lips, before she could do anything about it. Lancelot's eyes widened. He saw a golden ring form around Ziko's eyes; that was not a good sign. "What did you say?" She took one step towards him, slowly closing the gap between them. He wished she'll stop, still he wished she wouldn't. She didn't say anything, she just continued to walk towards him. Did she really know what she was getting herself into? Lancelot thought to control himself. He wasn't going to lose himself to her, he would have a shower and the bulging in his pants would reduce. Roxanne planted herself in front of Lancelot, she could feel his eyes burn through her skin. She wanted him now, and despite the indifferent look he tried to put up, the growth in his pants said otherwise; he wanted her too. "I said..." She placed a hand on his cheek. Lancelot's eyes fell to her lips and lingered there, so he saw them form the next words that came out of her mouth. " me." Ziko growled within him. He saw her bite her lower lip faintly, right before he lost every ounce of self control. ' it' He hissed. With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers.