[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?
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
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.”
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"