[WARNING: Mature Content/ r18] "You've been such a bad girl, I don't even know what to do with you." He murmured. Hunter hit my behind again, which made me moan and move around on his lap because I was so excited. He put his hand on my cheek and casually traveled his thumbs down my leg. He began to move his fingers up the inside of my thigh even more prudently. I finally could no longer take it. It impact so much that my stomach was getting tighter and that I was getting hot and sweaty. I wanted more; I wanted him to be inside me. In the fog of my want, I suddenly saw a fact. I was getting turned on by a beast that just took me away from my family and friends. I had to put an end to this because it couldn't go on like this. Hunter is not the man I'm dating. "What you could do is separate me from my loved ones. Oh, right, you've already done that." I smirk. His hand rendered before it hit my center. Hunter's grasp was so firm on the inner side of my torso that it hurt so much that I had to gasp. Then, he wrapped me around the torso, turned us both 180 degrees, and dropped me hard onto the mattress. Hunter looked up at me with his teeth clenched from below. He got down on his knees and put his arms around me. "That slamming tongue of yours can't be sealed up, does it?" He roared.
Claire Anderson was the second child of Alpha Valir and Luna Devina of the Sky Heaven Pack. They were a family of werewolves who lived in the forest. Claire had two siblings; Gael was the eldest, towering at 6'6, with golden eyes, short dark brown hair, a chiseled jawline, and a muscular build. Her younger sister Adel was petite, standing at 5'5, with short golden-brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. Claire stood at 5'7, with long dark brown hair, hazelnut eyes flecked with blue, and a medium build.
Today, the air was tense inside the house as the family was threatened. Claire was having a one-on-one training session with her brother, Cain. She looked up at him with defiance as he had just knocked her down.
"You know, that was a bad move," she said, rubbing her sore back.
Cain stared down at her, his expression stoic, "Yes, it was, but remember, Claire, not all of your opponents will fight fairly. They will fight dirty and use any method possible to get rid of you. So you should be ready for such moves, whether or not they are "bitch moves."
Claire snarled at him, not wanting to admit that he was right. The Rogues were dirty fighters who didn't play by the rules.
Cain kicked her leg, making Claire stumble. "Now get up and let's try this again," he said.
Claire got up and took her stance. She looked at her brother, anticipating his next move. Cain had a wicked grin on his face as he raised his hands and gestured for her to come at him.
Claire charged at him with all her might, but Cain effortlessly dodged her move and with a quick swipe of his leg, he knocked her out, making her fall on her back once again.
"Ugh!" Claire groaned, craning her neck to look up at him. "Hey, that's not right. Your name stands for the army! I have no chance of winning against you!" she moped.
Cain laughed, which gave Claire a short window of opportunity. She quickly got to her feet and ran towards him, putting all her weight into it. Cain fell down and Claire threw her hands up in victory, yelling as loud as she could.
But her celebration was short-lived as Cain grabbed her leg and made her fall down beside him. They lay there for a while, laughing and discussing new strategies.
Their mother called them for dinner, and they both reluctantly got up, their faces growing somber. They knew they had to prepare for the fight that was drawing near.
The thought of losing her family made Claire anxious. She couldn't help but wonder if this would be their last meal together. Would her family leave her tonight? Would she return home safe? With each passing moment, her dread grew.
Claire's gaze wandered, lost in thought, as she walked into the house with Gael. Dinner time used to be their favorite family gathering. The time when they would sit together, share tales of their day, and laugh. But lately, dinner meant the approaching darkness and the inevitable arrival of the rogues.
Her relationship with her father and Gael was strong. They were her closest confidants, and she would do anything to protect them. On the other hand, her relationship with her mother and Adel had always been a little distant.
Claire couldn't deny her sister was more like her mother, which made it hard for them to connect. On the other hand, she and Gael were inseparable. He was more than just her brother; he was her confidant and companion.
As they walked past the threshold, Claire's thoughts were consumed with what awaited them. "Would this be our last meal? Would my family leave me tonight? Would I return?" she thought to herself, her mind filled with a thousand questions.
The Sky Heaven Pack and the Dark Hallow Pack had been at a stalemate for a while, and during the negotiations between their leaders, they had thought that things might get better. But Alpha Hunter wouldn't back down, no matter what Alpha Valir said. They were stuck in a never-ending war with no end in sight.
Claire sneered at the thought of Alpha Hunter. His name alone made her blood boil. He had more resources and warriors than their pack, and his wolves were known for their cruelty and craziness. The odds were stacked against them, but they wouldn't give up without a fight.
They trained day and night, hoping to improve their chances of survival. But Claire knew it wasn't enough. Even when they turned into wolves, the packs were still evenly matched, except for Gael and her father's enormous black wolves. They were the only ones who had a chance of taking down Alpha Hunter's elites.
Claire's wolf was the pride of her pack. In her mind, her wolf was beautiful, with snow-white fur that had silver-grey spots all over it and silver eyes. She was Claire's most prized possession.
As night fell, they got their things together, said their goodbyes, and headed to the edge of the forest. They were all mentally and physically exhausted after dinner. The silence between them spoke volumes. They were aware that danger was imminent, and there was no need to restate it.
The ominous atmosphere weighed on them as they prepared for the fight. Claire was scared, but she didn't show it. She took out her trusty bow and arrows made of wolfsbane and started to climb a tree.
Her father and Gael opposed to her fighting, but she didn't back down; she wanted to fight for her family and other pack members. They eventually relented when she told them about the wolfsbane arrow tips that she and Emil had made. They were effective against most wolves, but it depended on their size and rank. The bigger they were, the harder they were to kill.
As she climbed up the tree, she exchanged glances with her father. His reassuring nod gave her the motivation to continue. She found a good vantage point and settled in for the fight.
“Are you sure you want to deny me as your mate?” Because of the dread, I felt in Bradley’s voice, I could not respond appropriately. I could feel his hold on my shoulder harder, showing that he disagreed with my statement. “We shouldn’t be talking about this since we’re siblings,” I say, realizing that I cannot answer his question openly. “We’re not related at all!” Bradley corrected my statement and looked me in the eye as he caressed my chin. “What exactly are you doing? Even if we are not biologically related, we are still considered siblings because your father married my mother.” I averted my gaze to go away from his face, which was so close that I could almost smell the mouthwash he was using. “I disagree, as our little brother said earlier. We don’t share a last name because our parents want us to end up together.” Bradley’s lips were pursed in a wicked grin.
Tamara turns around and wraps her hands around his neck. "I'm not submissive like others; that's why if you think I will vow, because you are the strongest alpha. Well, think again because I won't!" she sneered and rubbed her finger on his lips. "Little girl, be careful with the game you want to play... It can burn you alive—" Alpha Jonas chuckled as he pulled Tamara closer. Tamara and Jonas were fated with each other, yet they couldn't be together because their parents decided to get married. How can they fight the bond, pulling them closer? Will they choose to let go, or will they give in?
Seraphine was a descendant of the Goddess of Wolves. Because of this, the tyrant Alpha of the Blood Moon pack oppressed her father and enslaved her mother. To keep her safe, Seraphine was entrusted to a great master and hid in the deep mountains. With drastic training and the blood of the wolf Creator in her veins, Seraphine grows more powerful day by day. Her angelic beauty only matches her strength. Before her 18th birthday, Seraphine returns to the village of her mother and befriends the daughter of her parent enemy. But destiny has another cruel joke —— The mate destined for Seraphine was the groom of her new friend. What hardships await Seraphine at the tribe? Will her true powers awaken? Will she prefer friendship or her destined love? In the end... Will Seraphine show forgiveness or seek retribution?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.