Mira found herself sold to her greatest enemies, who turned out to be her mates. She never expected to feel so much desire toward them, battling the bond while uncovering secrets that would shatter her world. The Lycan brothers-Rowan, Damien, Lucian, and Kai-are cursed, and the only cure lies in Mira's death. But how can they sacrifice the one woman they're bound to love?
Mira Point of View.
I couldn't stop shaking. My father, Anton, stood by the carriage with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes daring me to protest.
I wouldn't, though. I never did. He had already made up his mind, and I couldn't change it.
"You're going to do this, Mira," he said coldly. "You are my child and It's your duty to this family."
Duty.
That word stung like a whip. What duty did I owe to a man who had hated me all my life?
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. "You're selling me like I'm... cattle. Is this the duty you talk about?" I asked, holding back not to scream into his face.
"You should be grateful," he snapped. "The Lycan Kings are the most powerful beings in the realm. You'll live like a queen there, and they'll want nothing from you except children. You'll have a purpose in their lives."
Purpose.
My nails dug into my palms. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I held my tongue.
"If you say no, Mira," he continued, his voice dropping, "you'll be condemning your family to ruin. You'll lose the chance of revenging your mother's death, and we'll have nothing. Is that what you want?"
"No," I whispered.
"Good." He opened the carriage door and gestured for me to climb in. "Do as you're told, and you might even come to like it there."
I climbed into the carriage without another word, staring straight ahead as the horses began to move.
The journey felt like it lasted forever. The wheels of the carriage creaked, and the forest blurred past me. I didn't know what the Lycan Kings' castle would look like, but I imagined it as a cold, dark fortress, fitting for monsters like them.
I rubbed my hands together to stop them from shaking. "You can do this," I whispered to myself. "You have to."
When the carriage stopped, my heart raced.
The door swung open, and a tall man with sharp features and piercing eyes stood there. His dark clothes and stern expression told me he was someone important.
"You must be Mira," he said in a deep voice.
"Yes," I replied, trying to sound braver than I felt.
"I'm Darius, the Kings' steward. Follow me."
I stepped out, and my legs wobbled beneath me. The castle wasn't dark at all. It was massive, with high stone walls, golden gates, and gardens that stretched as far as I could see. But it didn't feel welcoming.
"This way," Darius said, leading me through the gates.
The servants we passed didn't meet my eyes. The air felt heavy, and every step made my heart beat louder in my chest.
"They're waiting for you in the throne room," Darius said, stopping in front of large double doors.
I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. He pushed the doors open, and I stepped inside.
The throne room was grand, with high ceilings and chandeliers that sparkled like stars. Four thrones sat at the end of the room, and on each throne sat a man. No, not men. Lycans.
My knees nearly gave out as I stared at them.
The first one had hair as dark as midnight, with sharp features and cold eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. He sat with an air of authority, his posture stiff and commanding.
The second one was blond, his golden hair falling over his forehead. He looked calmer, but his eyes held a dangerous glint, like a predator watching its prey.
The third had hair as red as fire, his expression hard and unreadable. His arms were crossed, his muscles tense as he leaned back in his throne.
The last one was silver-haired, his icy eyes fixed on me. He didn't look away, not even for a second, and it felt like he could see every secret I was hiding.
I didn't know their names, but I felt it.
The bond.
The pull.
It hit me like a storm, making my chest tighten and my skin burn.
No. No, no, no.
This couldn't be happening.
"Step forward," the dark-haired one commanded, his voice like a low growl.
I forced my legs to move, each step heavier than the last. When I was close enough, he stood, towering over me.
"You're the one your father sent to us?"
"Yes," I whispered, unable to meet his eyes.
"What's your name?"
"Mira."
The blond one leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "She's human. Are you sure she's the one?"
"She's the one," the silver-haired one said, his voice cold but certain.
The red-haired one tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he couldn't solve. "She doesn't look like much."
Heat rose to my cheeks, but I bit my tongue. I couldn't lose control, not now.
"What's your purpose here, Mira?" the blond one asked.
"My father sent me," I said carefully. "He said it's my duty to... to give you what you need."
The red-haired one smirked. "She doesn't look happy about it."
"She doesn't have to be," the silver-haired one said coldly.
The dark-haired one stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. His presence was overwhelming, and the bond only made it worse.
"You'll do as you're told," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And if you don't..."
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to.
Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I needed to stay strong, to keep my head down. If I was going to survive here, I couldn't let them see how much I hated them.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "I understand."
The dark-haired one's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Good."
But as he leaned closer, the bond burned hotter, pulling me toward him, toward all of them.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.
And deep down, I knew my life would never be the same.
"They were my fucking "MATES!"
"Turn around," he ordered once more, his voice Stern. When she still didn't move, he took matters into his own hands. Before she could react, he reached out, gripping her shoulders firmly. With a single, fluid motion, he turned her around to face him. Her eyes shot open in horror, and her gaze immediately locked onto his face, refusing to drift lower to his cock. "Say what you need to say," he demanded, his dark eyes boring into hers. "I..." Alessia's voice faltered as she struggled to find the words. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Enzo's patience finally snapped. Without warning, he leaned down and captured her lips with his, the suddenness of the act leaving her completely stunned. Her eyes widened in shock as his mouth moved against hers, his kiss demanding and possessive. It wasn't until her brain caught up with what was happening that she managed to pull back, her breathing ragged. "What are you doing?!" she gasped, her voice high and shaky. Enzo's expression was unreadable, but his grip on her didn't loosen. "I'm claiming what's mine," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. ~~~~ Alessia Salvatore was being chased by her captors who happened to be the workers of her father's debtor. They had killed her father in front of her and took her in as captive. Luckily, she was able to escape at night and was rescued by Enzo Vittorio- The wealthiest dark, dangerous, mysterious mafia leader of the underground world. He was her SAVIOR and in return, he demanded she become his mistress or he would toss her back into the streets for her captors to devour her!
Dark, frigid eyes look back into hers. She flinched and moved her eyes over the floor to avoid his stare. How could someone be so gorgeous while still having eyes that were too chilly to look into? Who the hell is this guy? Gosh! Is he a human? How come his eyes are so dark and cold? Mia couldn't stop thinking about these. Bryan Chapman, the Mafia leader and also a dancer, popularly called 'Lord' and immensely feared by his subordinates, took Mia as a sex slave in compensation for her father's debt. Mia had no choice except to dance to his tone to escape further agony. Find out how Mia Donald and Bryan Chapman's love tale turned out.
"I'm being forced to marry the Cruel Mafia Boss." Joanna Smith's perfect life suddenly took a drastic turn when the Cruel Mafia Boss demanded for her to be his new bride. "Do you wish to know why I married a fragile woman like you?" He had asked her, his voice dripping with coldness. Joanna nodded her head, wanting to know the reason behind her marriage with such a dangerous man. "You are paying a debt, sweetheart! A debt your father refused to pay off before his death!" He laughed metaphorically, as though he had said something funny. "You are mine now, Joanna. I'm gonna do all kind of crazy things to your body, make you crave me, want more and beg me to F**k you mercilessly!" He smirked evilly at her.
"I'm sorry Gerald, I'm not ready to be devoted to one man, that's why I cannot agree to this marriage," Caroline said and Gerald stood there surprised and dejected. She gave him their baby and left to pursue her dreams. Just then, the baby started crying and he panicked. Caroline didn't drop anything for him, not food, nothing. What was he supposed to do now? This is so messed up. He hires Tiffany Lawrence to become the billionaire child's nanny. Tiffany is an orphan, a college dropout, struggling with petty jobs to pay her sister's tuition fees. Life of Gerald and Tiffany were soon to take a surprising shift and the best and worst times of their lives ensue.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?