Werewolf Alpha Thayo and Omega slave Sorra discover they are mates after Thayo purchases her from a slave trader. Sorra refuses to be his slave and before they can be mated she escapes.
Sorra growled in the back of her throat at the people passing by. Her hands tensed against her shackles as she glared at anyone who dared make eye contact.
"This is a feisty one!" she heard someone say condescendingly.
"She would be wild beneath the sheets..."
Sorra's entire body tensed, then she suddenly, and to the great surprise of the people, lunged at a man who had stepped too close. The chains held her down and the man jumped back in fear. The slave master who had captured Sorra whipped her several times, but it was as if the pain only fueled her rage.
She had seen the other she-wolves who had been captured submit to the torture and become shells, and had she been the only slave, she would have been the same. However, her Alpha blood boiled instead because of their pain. She could not give up because she needed to be their hope. Sorra knew she had the strength despite her sufferings. The people gathered round as the auction began, though they were sure to give the wild she-wolf a wide berth. No one could deny that she was extremely beautiful, however she had very unusual features. Her eyes were a pale blue that was almost white and her hair was silvery blonde. She looked like the personification of a moonbeam.
The lust towards her that many of the onlookers felt wasn't diminished by her aggressive behavior either, rather it excites them.
"Step up there, wench!" the slave master said, forcing her on the stage beside the other chained women. Though they were all wearing slave garb, Sorra snarled as she felt prying eyes admiring her body.
"Our first one is this feisty little piece, can I get a hundred pounds?" the slave master shouted.
"One hundred!"
"Two hundred!"
"Five hundred pounds!" Everyone gasped at the huge sum as a dark eyed man stepped forward. He licked his lips at Sorra making her want to gag.
"Is that Lord Emberly?"
"Why would he pay so much for a slave?" Lord Emberly smirked at the whispers.
"Five hundred going once, five hundred going twi-"
The slave master was cut off when the crowd parted and a massive man in expensive clothing stepped through, shouting, "A thousand pounds!"
Sorra glanced at her new enemy and caught his scent. She sneered as she realized the cruel game the moon goddess had played. This pig was her mate. He looked at her intensely, waiting for the slave master to recover from his shock. "A thousand pounds! Going once, twice, and sold to the esteemed High Lord and Alpha Thayor of the clan Greyfang!" The man stepped forward and caught Sorra's face and smiled.
"We can be together now, my mate. You have no idea how long I've searched for you."
Sorra felt her heart soften slightly at the gentle words, but quickly caught herself.
"I belong only to myself." she hissed. "Mate bond or not, I will be free." Thayor stepped back at her words as if slapped. He looked hurt, but it quickly turned to anger. She smiled inwardly. You can always tell a man's true character when he is told "no."
"We will see," he said after a moment. He was surprised at the power in her words and knew with certainty that his lovely mate had Alpha blood. He couldn't help thinking how perfect she would be by his side.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."
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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!"