BLURB "I, Alpha Lake Rush of the Rush Pack, hereby reject you JoJo Wyatt. However you have to keep working to pay your debt." "Wait, what?" At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt had been forced to grow up faster than she was supposed to. A product of a cruel father and a weak mother, she soon realised she had to be the breadwinner for herself and her sister, nothing else mattered to her - not even the hottest men. Infact, she abhored them. After the horrible night, she had sworn to avoid any contact with the male specie but that was until she began to work for him, as his stripper. Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, 30, was the most feared Alpha in the country, laddened with his own fair share of life's struggles, he only learnt to be cruel, and reckless to them, so much so that he rejects his two mates. But what happens when he finds yet another mate? And she becomes his stripper?
Jojo:
There are moments that shape the life of a person. Moments that can make or mar who you are, and who you forever will be. This, was mine.
My mother held me in her arms and told me stories. A rare peaceful evening. We all wanted such a normal evening to pass in such a peaceful way.
But the sound of footsteps interrupted it all.
The door, with a bang, was thrown open.
Mom's hands were shaking as she held me.
His eyes did not meet mine. He was too busy frowning at my mother. The look on his eyes instilled fear in me. I tilted my head to stare at my mother, I saw the dread in her eyes too.
"What are you still doing here? I thought I warned you to disappear before I return?" My father barked at her. His voice thundered, resonating from the walls of the room.
My mother kept her head down in silence.
He was drunk again.
From the darkness, female fingers polished with red paint clasped my father's shoulders. He gently stroked the hand of this strange woman,I had never seen him touch my mother like that. I stole my gaze away from my father and fixed it on the woman. Brown eyes, shaped like those of a cat leered at me, filled with so much contempt. The coldness caused me to look away. I turned back to my mother, she rose to her feet, my father's tall frame hovered above her.
"These little bastards are really just like your wife, Jesse. She really is as unattractive as you say she is." The strange woman looked provocatively at my mother and whispered softly into Dad's ear.
"Jesse, you're drunk." She said calmly,
"I may be drunk now, but I wasn't when I specifically asked you to take your filthy children away from my house!"
He threw her face to the right, I could hear my mother's neck snap - a soft, yet painful sound to hear.
" Leave me alone, woman! I've had enough of you in my house. Pack up your things and leave!"
She often said he loved her, but there was nothing loving about the way he yelled at her. I think mom was just self-soothing and protecting us.
I hated him, and every time he brought his fist down, my hatred deepened a little.
"Don't hit my mother, you monster!"
"You little bastard." He shouted.
Mama wasted no time in snapping her neck back into place. The fear in her eyes could not be mistaken for anything else. She shook her head vehemently as tears streamed down her eyes. She subconsciously pulled me to her back and stood in front of him.
"No. You- The rest of her words hung midair when my father's hands gripped her throat firmly.
I peeked from behind her.
My heart skipped a beat.
"You are the reason. The reason why I'm in this strange city right now, hiding in another pack. The reason we're outcasts. I wish I had left you to the Alpha. I mean, he was in love with you and I thought you were worth the fight! How stupid. I regret it all. By now, I would have been great in the pack, but I chose to be stupid and lose all that for you, and what have you done for me in return, huh?"
"That's right, you have given me nothing but problems and two silly brats!" His voice continued to echo around the room.
Mama's cries were becoming inaudible again. I rushed away from her back and tugged at the hem of his shirt. With one swift move, he flung me away from his body, sending my back towards the hard wooden floor. I sprang up immediately, at a loss for both words and actions. I ran towards the strange lady.
The strange woman eyed me furiously and seized her two fingers from my tiny grip.
"It was our decision, Jesse, we made the decision together, I did not force you into it!" My mother cried out.
"Oh! So now you've got guts huh? You fucking whore!"
I clasped my palms against my ears, just like Mama said I should when I heard such words. But, when I saw him push her against the wall with great force, my hands dropped from my ears and I screamed as loud as my tiny vocal cords could carry.
My mother struggled in his arms but my father pulled her hair and dragged her to the ground with it. The cut on her lips and nose bled profusely.
Blood.
All that blood, gushing out of different arts of her body caused the room to spin around me. They did not stop, the bleeding did not stop. I stood there, helpless.
He lifted her off the floor again and drove his fists into her stomach.
One, two, three, four...
Soon, I lost count. I stood there, screaming my lungs out while he beat my mother like he was tearing open a rag doll.
"Valerie! JoJo hold your sister, I beg you!" She cried. Tears ran down her cheeks.
I gathered my baby sister in my arms and dashed off to a different room, away from the commotion. She was fast asleep and I wanted to watch from the comfort of that room and stay with Valerie as my mother had warned. But, I couldn't do it.
I rushed out to hold my father. I wrapped my tiny arms around his body, attempting to pull him away. I was no match for him.
He continued his battering, punch after punch to my mother's body without remorse.
No matter how many times he pushed me away, I returned to him with full force.
I used my teeth, my nails, everything my eleven year old frame could use to pull him off.
I wouldn't give up, and he knew it. He growled in fierce anger and grabbed me firmly by my arm, one swipe flung me to the other corner of the room.
The pain came immediately.
The scalding sensation on my left arm was too painful to ignore. He had thrown me directly at the boiler across the room, it flipped and rained the boiling content in it on my left palm, scalding there.
My arm was gone. I winced in pain and itched it, causing blood to flow from the my hand while I wept. I had never felt this amount of pain before. Both physical and within me,I was hurting everywhere.
My mother staggered up to help me, but she didn't make it far before he gripped hold of her and flung her against the wall. When I saw her head crash against the concrete wall, time and space seized to exist.
She crumbled to the floor like a bag of nothing, and I knew that was it. That was the moment that would change my life forever.
The next sound to fill the room was the sound of my high pitched screaming. I ran blindly towards her, before I felt my legs being lifted from the ground, and my back being swung against the wall.
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The world became quiet...
When my eyes opened, I allowed it travel across the room. I sighed in recognition, I was in the hospital.
"She has developed a severe case of brain hemorrhage and her chances of survival is low." The doctor spoke carefully.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I wiped them off immediately I saw my aunt approach me.
I wanted to ask her for my sister, until I saw her strapped to my Aunty's body. I watched in silence as she looked around, unaware of anything that had just taken place.
I held her tiny fingers and watched her smile at me. I swore that she would never go through this pain.
I promised to protect her with my life, against everything any anything.
We were all we had now.
"Sign them. Now!" He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. Divorce. My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. Perhaps I was just blinded by love. "You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?" **** As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren't enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment. Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor's one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers. Delve into the soul-gripping romance between Kamille and Ezekiel as they navigate a web of lies, betrayal and deceit within family ties. As well as unravel a secret nobody saw coming.
"Don't try to runaway again, Mackenzie. You can't. You WILL not. I will chase you, capture you, and make you surrender till every part of your mind, body, and soul is mine, and mine alone." ~•~ All Mackenzie Torsney ever wanted as a loving wife, was the love of her husband, and the acceptance of her mother-in-law. However, all her efforts were paid back with betrayal when she caught her husband in bed with another woman on the day she was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Devastated, Mackenzie goes to a bar to drown her pain in a bottle. There, she meets a habdsome stranger, who she begs to have sex with her. All hell lets loose when she finds out the handsome stranger is the most influential Axford, her husband's brother! And she is pregnant for him! Mackenzie is forced to flee from the city, from the Axfords. She would do anything to keep her twin babies away from their greedy billionaire claws. She can run, but she can't hide. Nobody hides from Chase Axford, especially not a woman he desires with every fibre of his being.
BLURB "I, Alpha Lake Rush of the Rush Pack, hereby reject you JoJo Wyatt. However you have to keep working to pay your debt.” "Wait, what?" At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt had been forced to grow up faster than she was supposed to. A product of a cruel father and a weak mother, she soon realised she had to be the breadwinner for herself and her sister, nothing else mattered to her - not even the hottest men. Infact, she abhored them. After the horrible night, she had sworn to avoid any contact with the male specie but that was until she began to work for him, as his stripper. Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, 30, was the most feared Alpha in the country, laddened with his own fair share of life's struggles, he only learnt to be cruel, and reckless to them, so much so that he rejects his two mates. But what happens when he finds yet another mate? And she becomes his stripper?
*HIGHLY RATED AND GRAPHIC CONTENT. TRIGGER WARNINGS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED.* Elora, a young werewolf and daughter of the Beta of Darwin Pack, is forced into slavery together with her siblings when her father is betrayed and branded as a slaver by his own Alpha. Her only goal is to find a way to clear her father's name and find a good home far way from their kingdom where her family could be together but a lot of enemies stand in her way. Becoming the mistress of the Lycan king seemed a good way to get a step further in getting her revenge but it only exposed her to more dangerous enemies. Rome, King of the Lycans, is heartbroken by the betrayal of his wife and is decidedly fed up with matters of the heart. He is on a mission to ensure the new law he passed on slavery was being followed when he is bumped into by a female werewolf that steals his breath and command his attention. He finds out she's the daughter of a slaver and hopes to put distance between himself and the alluring woman but with the threat of losing his throne, he is forced to make her his mistress.
Prince Lior is the second prince of the Raester kingdom, and descending from a long line of werewolve-kings. He has a kind heart and Beautiful personality and also everything at his beck and call except for the one thing that he wants the most: the affection and acceptance of his mate. His first and only love. He is rejected by her and plunged into such deep despair that one act of carelessness in the pit of his misery makes him end up with a wife that he never wanted, a companion that he hated and now he has to make decisions that he has never had to deal with before, he has to grow out of the carefree boy into a man and to learn to live with his consequences or…maybe fall in love with them. Nine, an orphaned girl who grew up in an orphanage and later bought by a pimp who calls herself mum and sells girls to whorehouses and maual Labor. One day Nine helped an unknown drunk man and ended up getting r*ped. Few weeks later, she found out she was pregnant and when she was probed, it was discovered that she was pregnant for a Royal.
"Fuck me." The words slipped out of her tongue, 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. "Fuck me." Ziko growled within him. He saw her bite her lower lip faintly, right before he lost every ounce of self control. 'Fuck it' He hissed. With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
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?
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!"
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."