Lady Dreamer

Alert : Highly explicit sexual / adult Content. This is the steamiest erotic story compilation that will get you squirming on your seats and in your bed. Here's an extract from The Alpha's Betas: The Alpha was on heat and this was something she could not endure alone. So she called for her Betas. The door opened without warning. Her Betas had scented it long before she called. Kade entered first, his chest bare, scars gleaming in the torchlight. His nostrils flared, eyes black with wolf. He looked like he was barely holding back from tearing her clothes away with his teeth. Lucian followed, lean and dangerous, his silver eyes glinting with a hunger that was slower, more patient, but just as lethal. They both stopped at the threshold, drinking in the sight of her-naked, sweating, trembling, her thighs slick with need. "Alpha," Lucian murmured, his voice low, reverent, mocking all at once. "You burn." Selene bared her teeth. "Don't stand there. Come here." They obeyed instantly. Kade crossed the room in three strides, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her up against his chest. His mouth crashed onto hers, bruising, brutal, all teeth and tongue. Selene moaned into it, clawing at his back, grinding against the hard line pressing into her belly. Lucian slid in behind her, hands smooth over her hips, lips dragging across her shoulder as though marking territory with every kiss. The scent of them-sweat, musk, wolf-filled her lungs until she was dizzy. Her wolf howled inside her, demanding she take them both, make them hers in the most savage way. She shoved Kade back onto the bed, climbing astride him before he could even speak. His cock was thick, already slick at the tip, and she didn't bother with teasing. She lined herself up and sank down in one brutal motion, gasping as she stretched wide around him. Kade roared, his hands gripping her thighs, driving up into her with the force of a man starved. Lucian didn't wait. He knelt behind her, his tongue sliding along the crack of her ass, teasing, taunting. Selene's cry broke, body jerking at the double assault. Kade fucked her from below, every thrust deep and punishing, while Lucian licked and kissed her most forbidden places until she was shaking. "Take them," her wolf snarled inside her. "Take everything." She leaned forward, slamming her mouth onto Kade's again, tasting blood where his teeth had cut her lip. Behind her, Lucian's fingers pressed inside, slick and insistent, stretching her until she whimpered. The heat was unbearable, drowning, consuming. She needed more. She needed everything. "Now," she growled, breaking the kiss, her eyes blazing silver. "Both. Now." Kade's eyes widened, dark and wild. "Alpha-" "Do it," she snapped. "Obey me." Lucian's chuckle was low, wicked. "With pleasure." He rose, pressing against her from behind, the thick head of his cock nudging against her tight entrance. Selene's body screamed with need, stretching for him, demanding it. She grabbed Kade's chest, bracing herself as Lucian pushed forward, slow at first, then harder, until with a shuddering cry she took him inside. The world shattered. Two cocks filled her at once, stretching her, owning her, claiming her in a way that was savage and absolute ****** "You're mine," he whispered, his mouth tracing fire down her neck. "And I'll prove it until you can't remember what it felt like to be untouched." Her protest died in a gasp as he pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers into her in one smooth motion. Her hips bucked helplessly, clutching at him even as she whispered, "Stop, stop-" But she didn't push him away. She pulled him closer. "That's it," he said, his thumb circling her clit, his pace merciless. "Let me hear the truth." Her moans filled the room, drowning out the TV, the world beyond. The orgasm ripped through her before she was ready, leaving her sobbing into his shoulder, clinging to him as though he were the only solid thing in existence. But he wasn't done. He squeezed her throat, just enough to make her choke on her next breath. "Say it." Her body convulsed as anothher orgasm tore through her, violent and uncontrollable. The words spilled out with her scream. "I'm your slut!" His grin was feral, triumphant. "Good girl." He flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up, slamming back into her soaked pussy from behind. Her face pressed into the cushions, muffling her cries as he pounded into her. "You'll never forget this," he growled, pulling her hair so her head snapped back. "Every time you sit at that desk, every time you look your coworkers in the eye, you'll remember me fucking you like this. You'll remember what you are." Her body shook with another climax, juices spilling down her thighs, soaking the couch. She sobbed into the cushions, too wrecked to resist, too consumed to deny. She couldn't deny it anymore, God help her, but she was addicted to this demon of lust of hers.

Alexa had a drugged one night stand with a stranger and became pregnant but had to flee to avert the shame her circumstance would bring her family. She comes back later seeking answers due to an incident that caused her amnesia. What happens when she finds out that the woman she had known as mother all her life is actually her father's first wife and she was an illegitimate daughter. Her mother, she is told abandoned her immediately she was born. What happens when quest for answers, uncovers alot of undesirable consequences? She finds she is no ordinary wolf but a tribrid and is faced with a trilemma: mated to a Lyncan King, a Vampire Lord and a Wizard Prince, which should she choose as she searches for the father of her pups? And if she finds out that she did not have twins as she thought but triplets , what happens when she remembers her beloved half sister was the one who stole her first son?

'But for you, I would have had a wife. You came and ruined it all, did you consider the lives you were ruining?' Jake asked. 'I did not think...' she started. 'Of course you were not thinking, you were just acting impulsively and now I have to bear the brunt but not alone. Oh, no. Not alone. You owe me and I mean to collect, Catherine Wells!' Cathy was not sorry for what she had done. He needed to have a taste of his own medicine. Whatever was good for the goose is also good for the gander!

Violet could not believe that a sister could be as heartless as her identical twin. She never knew Viola was jealous of the love she shared with Damien until she lost him to her. 'I can't let you have him, Viola', Violet said. 'He is mine and you know it!' 'Let me see you stop me', Viola replied. 'He dies not love you. He lives only me', Viola said with confidence. 'Sorry, be ause I am carrying his child', Viola taunted her. 'My passion got me pregnant with his child, what did your love get you?' she asked smiling smugly. 'He shall marry me, at least to give his name to his child and then where will you be?'

Mirabel had suffered so much In her life. From being sexually abused continuously by her step father while her mother pretended not to be aware to being abused by her employer and then gang raped led by someone she thought was her friend and she could trust. 'I love you Mira. You are different from the rest', Joel whispered. 'I never thought that I could say this to any woman but there, you have really caught me in your web'. Mirabel could also not believe that she could feel this delirious with desire. She had thought her past experiences with sexual abuse had made her frigid. She knew she has trust issues now. But could she afford to trust Joel and risk her heart being broken? Or maybe she should just have a good time and leave him once she was done with him and move on to the next man....

Sharon could not believe that the man who was looking so remote and formidable was the man who had taken her last night. She had thought that he felt the same way she did but she was obviously mistaken, she thought as she was filled with same at how she had lost control of herself and what he must now think of her. She bit her lip and tasted the salt of her own blood. Damn him!

'You feel so right in my arms', he said caressing her lips with the tip of his fingers, his mouth very close to hers, almost touching. 'Really?' she asked, feeling lightheaded and a strong pull towards him. 'Yes. Can't you feel it too? Do you feel this strongly with anyone else? We are meant to be'. We? She thought as she came to her senses. Someone else! But he was still in love with his ex wife and had a mistress who was crazy about him and perhaps he told her the same thing he was telling her now. She felt ashamed of her weakness but gathered enough strength to push him away. 'No, we are not!' she hissed harshly while he looked on with eyes wide with shock and desire .

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.

I was arranging lilies for my engagement party when the hospital called. A dog bite, they said. My fiancé, Salvatore Moretti, was supposed to be in Chicago on business. But he answered my frantic call from a ski slope in Aspen, with the sound of my best friend, Sofia, laughing in the background. He told me not to worry, that my mother’s injury was just a scratch. But when I got to the hospital, I learned it was Sofia’s unvaccinated Doberman that had attacked my diabetic mother. I texted Sal that her kidneys were failing, that they might have to amputate. His only reply: “Sofia is hysterical. She feels terrible. Calm her down for me, okay?” Hours later, Sofia posted a photo of Sal kissing her on a ski lift. The next call I got was from the doctor, telling me my mother’s heart had stopped. She died alone, while the man who swore to protect me was on a romantic vacation with the woman whose dog killed her. The rage inside me wasn't hot; it turned into a block of ice. I didn't drive back to the penthouse he gave me. I went to my mother’s empty house and made a call I hadn't made in fifteen years. To my estranged father, a man whose name was a ghost story in Salvatore’s world: Don Matteo Costello. “I’m coming home,” I told him. My vendetta wouldn’t be one of blood. It would be one of erasure. I would dismantle my life here and disappear so completely, it would be as if I had never existed.

My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child. Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby. To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner. They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his. The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused. But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.

On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news. He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city. The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.” For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets. My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me. So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts. He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked. He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree. He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.

For my entire life, I believed my Alpha, Kaelen, was my fated mate. A sacred gift from the Moon Goddess. But on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, he presented another she-wolf, Seraphina, as his chosen Luna, using a borrowed pup in a cruel plot to crush my spirit. When Rogues attacked our pack, a silver chandelier fell towards us. Kaelen lunged past me without a glance, shielding Seraphina with his own body while I was left to be crushed. He never even looked back. Later, after falsely accusing me of hurting her, he dragged my injured body to an ice-cold hydrotherapy pool and shoved me under the water. As I struggled to breathe, he loomed over me, his voice a roar of command. "If you ever touch her again, I will strip you of your name and make you Rogue." Watching the man I loved try to kill me, the last of my hope finally turned to ash. That night, I accepted an offer to join the Silverwood Pack. Then, I walked to the forge and tossed every memento he'd ever given me into the flames, watching the girl who loved him burn away forever.

I gave up my twenty-billion-dollar inheritance and cut ties with my family, all for my boyfriend of five years, Ignatz. But just as I was about to tell him I was pregnant with our child, he dropped a bombshell. He needed me to take the fall for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh. She'd been in a hit-and-run, and her career couldn't handle the scandal. When I refused and told him about our baby, his face went cold. He told me to terminate the pregnancy immediately. "Everleigh is the woman I love," he said. "Finding out you're pregnant with my child would destroy her." He had his assistant schedule the appointment and sent me to the clinic alone. There, the nurse told me the procedure carried a high risk of permanent infertility. He knew. And he still sent me. I walked out of that clinic, choosing to keep my child. At that exact moment, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a glowing article announcing that Ignatz and Everleigh were expecting their first child, complete with a photo of his hand resting protectively on her stomach. My world shattered. Wiping away a tear, I found the number I hadn't called in five years. "Dad," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I'm ready to come home."

My husband stood me up on the biggest night of my career—my first solo art exhibition. I found him on the news, shielding another woman from a storm of cameras while the entire gallery watched my world collapse. His text was a final, cold slap in the face: "Kacie needs me. You'll be fine." For years, he'd called my art a "hobby," forgetting it was the foundation of his billion-dollar company. He had made me invisible. So I called my lawyer with a plan to use his arrogance against him. "Make the divorce papers look like a boring IP release form," I told her. "He'll sign anything to get me out of his office."

The day my husband, a Mafia Underboss, told me I was genetically unfit to carry his heir, he brought home my replacement—a surrogate with my eyes and a working womb. He called her a "vessel" but paraded her as his mistress, abandoning me while I bled on the floor at a party to protect her and planning their secret future in the villa he once promised me. But in our world, wives don't just walk away—they disappear, and I decided to orchestrate my own vanishing act, leaving him to the ruin he so carefully built for himself.

My mate, Alpha Damien, was holding a sacred naming ceremony for his heir. The only problem? He was celebrating a pup he had with Lyra, a rogue he brought into our pack. And I, his true mate, four months pregnant with his actual heir, was the only one not invited. When I confronted her, she clawed her own arm, drew blood, and screamed that I had attacked her. Damien saw her performance and didn't even look at me. He snarled, using his Alpha's Command to force me to leave, the power of our bond twisted into a weapon against me. Later, she attacked me for real, making me fall. As blood bloomed on my dress, threatening our child's life, she tossed her own pup onto a rug and screamed that I had tried to kill him. Damien burst in, saw me bleeding on the floor, and didn't hesitate. He scooped Lyra's screaming pup into his arms and sprinted away to find a healer, leaving me and his true heir to die. But as I lay there, my mother's voice echoed in my mind through our own link. My family's escort was waiting for me just beyond the territory border. He was about to find out that the Omega he threw away was actually the princess of the most powerful pack in the world.

My fiancé of seven years, the heir to a mafia dynasty, claimed amnesia three weeks before our wedding, forgetting only me. Then I overheard him laughing on a video call, calling it the perfect "hall pass" to sleep with an influencer before he was tied down. He flaunted his affair, abandoned me with a broken arm after a staged car crash to save her from a scratch, and planned to leave me homeless. He called me his "property," a doll he could play with and put back on the shelf when he was done. He thought I’d be waiting for his "miraculous recovery." Instead, I disappeared, leaving behind his ring and a simple note: "I remember everything. Me too."