What happens when a young girl, unbeknown to the world of creatures, meets the all-mighty alpha? Avery Simmons is an 18-year-old girl. She believes she has life all figured out. Love, school, work, and family. James Wallis is 23, powerful, and ready to claim what is his. What will happen when Averys' identity comes to life? what will happen when she finds out who she really is and that she has been sold to the most powerful alpha in the United States before she was even born? Blurb: "I'm not marrying you," I said as I slowly opened my eyes. My voice was trembling. "Yes you are." Was his only response before removing his hands and freeing me from the little cage I was put in. I let out a heavy sigh and then looked back up at him. Tears still streaming down my face. " Whether it be by choice or by force Avery, you will marry me." Follow James and Avery on their journey through hate, love, deceit, passiveness, and power.
Avery POV
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I stare at him as he is holding the pen and writing notes, his eyes moving as he reads through the history book and his tense jaw biting together as it does when he is focused.
The love of my life. The only man I have been with for the past 3 years, the only man I will ever want until the day I die. Liam Wass and I have gone through everything together, through hell and love and we are stronger than ever.
I know it sounds weird since I'm only eighteen and haven't experienced much but somehow, I just know that he's the one.
His blue eyes make me melt every time he looks at me and the feeling I get through my entire body when he touches me, a feeling of happiness and joy. I could never wish for more.
I tore my eyes from him, unwillingly and stared at the books in front of me, I did want to pass the exam that's coming up in a month, It was my dream education taking me towards my dream job.
Avery the engineer, did have a nice kling to it and I wouldn't stop until I had made it my reality. I went over to the fridge as the floorboards made a squeaking sound. Our house was quite old. The dark-colored wooden floors made sounds whenever it was stepped on, the walls had tapestry of the same color and the kitchen was big with a fridge and freezer beside each other. On one side we had the sink that was pitch black and on the other a big desk that went all the way to the window by the wall. Three cupboards over the desk that reach as far as the desk did, also made of wood. I guess my parents had a taste.
As I opened the fridge to pull out a soda I jumped in shock at the sound of a ringing phone. It was Liam's.
"Yes? I understand. I'll be home in ten."
Liam turned to me as if he was in distress and told me that it was his mom, he had to get home right away.
"Is everything okay?" I asked with a worried voice as I stepped towards him.
"Everything's fine, my mother just wants to talk, I'll call you later. I love you, babe."
He gave me a quick kiss as he rushed out leaving all his books and grabbing nothing but his bag.
"Love you too..." I said to the nothingness in front of me.
I couldn't help but worry if something was wrong. His family had become like my own and my family the same for him.
I shook all the negative thoughts out of my head, knowing he would call me later and explain. I gathered the books and placed them on the side table next to the door, I cleaned up in the kitchen where we had been studying and threw a quick glance at the clock. 7 pm.
I had time for a walk before my parents came home. They were both at work and didn't end until 9 pm.
I grabbed my beige trench coat hanging by the door and took my keys that were in a silver bowl on the table in the hall. We are all experts at losing keys in this family so it was put there so that if we lost our keys, it would be because we hadn't put them where they should be whenever we get home. I opened the door and looked over the pathway leading up to our house.
There were flowers planted along the path in all different colors, and on each side of the path, there was grass all around the house. I remember running barefoot there as a child and kicking a ball with my father, we also have a trampoline for my little sister. Jasmine is eight years old, a beautiful and strong little girl, her hair was as white as the snow just like our mothers, and her eyes blue like the ocean. She was strong for her age and always stood up for the weaker ones, I couldn't have been more proud.
Our relationship wasn't like other siblings though. We weren't very close. Neither was my relationship with my parents. I somehow always felt like an outsider looking in when being with my family.
I locked the door behind me as I preceded down to the fence. The fence went all around the house and when I was younger my mother told me it was there to keep evil out, now that I'm older I realize that if evil wanted to, evil could just jump over the fence, but nothing had ever happened so I'm guessing the belief that it protects us, did something.
I opened the fence and started walking on the road, down to the small little town square we have. We live in a small village with no more than a few hundred people, everyone knew each other and around the village, there were miles and miles of forest. All children are forbidden from going into the woods from a young age, as it is probably very easy to get lost and not find your way back.
Children from eighteen and up however were allowed to roam around wherever they pleased.
I had a road I always took when walking at night. It was alongside the small river and led almost all the way to the square.
I had been walking for twenty minutes when I reached the town square. As I walked around the alley of a few farmhouses I see two people going at it, the man lifts up the woman and pushes her against the wall, as he kisses her neck violently I could see I recognize the man. He took his hands and ran them over her body as she wraps her legs around his waist.
And then, he lifts his head and locks eyes with her and I see now why I recognized him.
It's Liam
My Liam.
The man I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with, is vigorously kissing and touching this other woman. As I see him take his hand and slip it under her shirt I break. I could physically feel my heart bursting into a million pieces only to be repeated. As if someone was yanking a hold of my heart and squeezing the life out of it.
I didn't know what to do, I freeze, unable to move.
I force my feet to lift off the ground and I start to run. I run and run and run. Never stopping. Not once.
I find myself running into the woods and I don't stop, not until I can no longer feel my legs and then I fall to the ground. I lean my back to a tree and start crying, more than I ever have in my entire life and I can't stop. I lay down on the ground and curl my legs up to my chest.
I felt the sun on my skin and my eyes were squinting as the beams were getting stronger.
"MOM close the drapes!" I moan as I turn to shield my face from the sun.
And then I feel it. The leaves under my hands, the sticks beside my head and I slam my foot against the trunk of the tree I had leaned against last night. I jump up in a panic as I realize I am still in the woods, I had fallen asleep here last night.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Endless caresses, endless kisses. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, her body ached for more and she arched into the touch to receive more, more pleasure. "Oh darling, you taste so delicious, I can't get enough." He rubbed himself against her, telling her how much he wanted her, his deep, gruff voice resonating in her head. Her body also desired him. "Come for me, baby," He gave the order, and her body obeyed, following his command. "No!" she yelled, opening her eyes abruptly. Feeling confused and guilty, she gasped and sat up in bed. Scarlett's life takes an unexpected when she discovers that she is pregnant by a stranger with whom she had a one-night stand. She was humiliated and disowned by her parents. She ran away from the pack to start a new life. Will Scarlett find her way back to the father of her kids? What happens when he finds her and does everything possible to make her his? Will they scale through the challenges that life would throw at them? ***** Scarlett wakes up in bed with a stranger and doesn't even remember how she got there. She later discovers that the man she spent that night with was the Lycan King.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
"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."