The youngest prince of Melissa, Asher has been mated to the crown Alpha prince of Agravia, the first and most influential kingdom of Jo. Everyone said that he was lucky to be mated to Dominic, and Asher knew men - and women - who would give anything to take his place. But he didn't feel lucky. In fact, he loathed Dominic with every fiber of his being. Dominic is cold, calculative, aloof, and possessive. The mere sight of Asher irritates him, and the only time he opened his mouth to speak to him, was only to criticize. Asher will do anything to get away from their fated marriage - even if it meant bringing shame upon both kingdoms. But the line between a scorching hate and brewing passion can be thin, and when they blur, the emotions come tumbling down. Finally free of his monster of a husband, Asher finds out that he can't live without him. Is it sane to want the man who's done nothing but belittle you from the first moment he set his eyes on you? Is it messed up to crave his words, his touch, his cold presence? Asher knows his relationship with his mate is anything but healthy, yet he can't stop going back. And he didn't wish to stop. At all.
Now that Asher really took out time to think about it, the bedtime stories were the genesis of everything that happened.
As a child, he'd loved his mother – the Queen of Melissa – solely because of her colorful stories of princes that rode on pink unicorns, of kings that fought with rainbow-colored armors, of princesses that snuck out at dawn to their equally female lovers waiting eagerly for them at the edge of the river bank. They'd take long dives in the crystal-clear water, laughing up to the sunlight – their minds free, their arms open as they pulled each other in for a passionate kiss. The tale about the two princesses who had to give up their love for one another to get married to arrogant dukes for the peace and sanity of their kingdoms was the most heart-tugging of them all. And the love he had for his mother grew each time she told him that particular tale.
The night she told him first, a story about himself and the stories surrounding his birth, Asher wasn't too thrilled to listen. From the premise, he was already yawning and stretching – clever tactics which he often employed to let his mother know that he wasn't enjoying what she was saying. But she persisted, drawing him up in her arms and tucking a dark lock of hair behind his left ear. "This story I'm about to tell you, Asher, is very important. I've always told you that you're a special child. Do you want to know why?"
Now, that would spike the interest of every three-year-old. Despite her ominous tone, Asher didn't like her serious countenance. It quite wasn't like her at all, leading him to believe that whatever she had to say was important indeed.
He shook his head. "No, mommy."
"I'll tell you then. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Queen and King. They ruled the werewolf kingdom of Melissa and were beloved by all shifters. They had a grumpy son and a sweet little daughter."
"Theo and Sabrina!" he interrupted excitedly. The Queen chuckled, kissing his forehead.
"Yes, Theo and Sabrina. And they had a little brother on the way. You."
His big blue eyes dilated as she continued. "We had to bring you into the world because you were destined to save a very special prince's life."
"Me, mommy? How?"
"Let me explain it to you, dear. We have a divine mother, the Moon Goddess. She's the mother of all werewolves on the Earth and her primary duty is to mate us all, even before we were even born."
"So that means she'd already known that you and Daddy would get married while you were still babies?"
"Yes, son. She gave me your father as my soul mate. Every shifter in the land has a mate."
"I have a mate?"
The Queen nodded. "A very special mate indeed. And he was very ill, Asher. So sick that his mommy and daddy were already giving up on him."
Asher frowned, for the first time, feeling curious enough about the mysterious illness to ask. "Why didn't they take him to a healer?"
"They did, but she could do nothing. It was bound to happen."
"How."
"You're probably too young to understand," his mother said, shaking her head and looking very mean. "But he was suffering from the sins of his father. His name is Dominic and he is the prince of the kingdom of Agravaria. His father was a ruthless ruler who worked for vampires, selling off his subjects' blood in exchange for money. The Moon Goddess cursed his clan, cutting their lives short except they could find their mates early. Which was a hard thing to do."
Asher nodded. He'd heard about the curse of Agravia so many times from his older brother. The teacher had also mentioned it once in one of her lessons at the Academy. "So I saved Dominic?"
"Yes. His father repented, but it was too late. Dominic, along with every other child born afterward would only live till their sixth year. Then they died if their mates weren't found on time."
"What happens when their mates are found?"
"The healer places the two mates on a special slab in her home. The roof is open and the two children stare up directly at the moon. They're to sleep there for three days and afterward, the ill mate would be well."
"That's cruel." He pouted.
"Not as cruel as the king who caused it. So, back to the story, the kingdom became distressed when Dominic fell ill on his sixth birthday. There was no party, and his mother was crying. His father prayed for long hours to the Moon Goddess to answer his prayers. It took three months before the divine mother relented and revealed to the healer that you were Dominic's mate."
"Your father and I weren't expecting you at all. In fact, we didn't know I was pregnant until the Agravarian delegates got here and relayed their king's message. Your father and I were shocked when our healer confirmed it, and I had to bring you into the world a month early since you were growing so fast in my stomach and Dominic was getting worse."
"And I saved him! Oh, mommy he really suffered."
"Well, his suffering ended immediately you were born. Your dad and I never left that healer's house while you slept beside Dominic for three days. I didn't sleep, watching over the both of you far into the night and early the next morning. Your father and I took turns at it."
Asher's heart swelled with love and adoration for his parents. "Thank you, mommy."
"Thank you, too my darling. Dominic got well after three days and his parents were grateful. You're now mated to Dominic and he'll decide whether he wants you as a mate once you're eighteen and you can shift into your wolf form. I don't think he can reject you, else he'll die. It's a great honor and privilege to be mated to him, and I have no doubt that he'll love, cherish and treat you well. You're soul mates for life and when your bond grows even stronger, he can't live without you."
Asher stared at his mother, puzzled. "But I don't feel any bond, mommy."
The Queen smiled, shaking her head lightly due to the weight of her crown. "You were mated to him right after birth. You're still small and your mind link isn't yet developed like his. I'm sure you'll start feeling and hearing him soon. Be patient, son."
Asher nodded. He seemed to be processing the situation quite well. His mother never lied to him and as far as Asher was concerned, mommy always knows best.
She kept on telling the usual stories after that night and gradually, the years passed by. Asher couldn't feel any bond or mind link and he started wondering if his mother had made it up or was wrong. Maybe the problem was with him. No matter how hard he concentrated, he could feel any voice in his head, and neither could he feel an attraction for any of the hot boys at the Academy. By the time he turned fifteen – the age shifters' telepathic abilities fully developed, it became clear that something was off with him.
His classmates, friends, and siblings were all happily bonded and mated, and the way they described their bonds was completely unfamiliar to him. It got to a point where he became too jealous to even hear them out.
"It's the most beautiful feeling ever, conversing with your mate in your mind," Theo told him one day, smiling creepily into space. Theo was mated to the princess of Giordan – the third kingdom of Jo – and they were getting married in a few months' time. Asher hated how they acted all lovey-dovey in front of him whenever she paid him a visit. "A connection like no other. It's like we know what the other person is thinking before we even say anything to each other. Mind-boggling, isn't it?"
Asher nodded weakly and wished all the more to experience such.
As time went on, to ward off suspicions, he had to start making stuff up. His uncertainty and anxiousness began taking a toll on his mental health and he began failing his tests and being absent-minded in class. The two-hundred-years old wiry wolf employed to tutor the children of royalty had to report about him to the Queen. Asher assured her that everything was fine and that he was just exhausted from schooling activities. She left him alone eventually, not still convinced but implored him to talk to her when he was ready.
Asher hated the silence at the back of his mind. No still voice, no whisper, no shout. Just terse silence. Even when he spent hours meditating, all he could feel was a static connection he vaguely recognized that led somewhere, but his attempt to communicate was futile.
He tried researching the history of the bond but found nothing striking. He knew almost all of what the papers said. Unlike the bonds of others which were easy and uncomplicated, his was not. The age difference between him and Dominic was just six years and wasn't the reason why he could not feel his mate.
"Maybe it would get better when Dominic comes around and I get to meet him for the first time." He concluded.
But when Asher finally met his mate and Alpha a few months later at a ball the kingdom of Melissa held to celebrate Theo's marriage to Esther, Dominic dashed all of his hopes, one horrible step at a time.
Professor Blaine is psychotic. It's there in the ruthless ways he punishes students. It's there in his eyes. In his movements. And years spent observing him has made Azira Sidorov develop a soft spot for the hot, intimidating professor. Blaine has been drawn to Azira ever since the first time he punished her in Grade nine. He loves the way her eyes lit up as his whips and spanks hit her skin. Loved the way she asked for more non-verbally too, jerking her hips backwards. Ever since that first encounter, he's been anticipating for more, but Azira is one student that seldom gets into trouble. Now in her final year, and tired of holding back, Azira is bolder and tries to reel him in by causing trouble so she could be sent to him for punishment. It's her own way of getting close to him. Her own way of making him realize that she can handle whatever depravity he's made of. But Professor Blaine is a cold-hearted beast, and he fears he might hurt Azira with his strange thrills. She should quit him before she ends up broken beyond repair. But she's too far gone. Professor Blaine is an addiction. And he is consuming her whole. NOTE: THIS IS A FOUR-BOOK SERIES: BOOK ONE: THE PROFESSOR WHO LOVES ME. BOOK TWO: THE PRINCIPAL WHO WANTS ME. BOOK THREE: THE BULLY WHO HATES ME. BOOK THREE: THE COACH WHO SAVES ME.
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When her hot, overbearing, but charming boss gets a hold of her diary, and offers to grant her greatest wish for a child, Twenty-two-year-old Felicity Graham is furious, and hesitant. For one, he's her employer. Two, she wonders if he truly loves her, or if his offer is just based on his father's pressure on him to produce a heir. — Cold, reclusive Shawn Colby has hit a dead end. Undeniably Chicago's most eligible bachelor and a well-known business tycoon, he could have anything his heart desired. Women, cars, numerous houses if he wanted. When his overbearing father demands that he settle down and produce an heir, Shawn can't think of anyone else but Felicity — his calm, sweet personal assistant. When he gets hold of Felicity's diary, and finds out that her greatest dream is to have a child of her own, he propositions her. But Felicity is furious, and hesitant. Besides being Shawn's assistant, she's close to his family as well, and is aware of the pressure he's under to bring forth a heir. What happens when a business trip up-turns their lives? Can Shawn prove that he truly loves her for her, pressure aside?
After the mysterious death of her parents, Portia Esmeralda is bullied into a contract marriage by her two elder brothers who once loved her. But things start going pretty downhill when on her wedding day, the groom is nowhere to be seen and the guests are all killed. As well as her evil brothers. In order to end what would become a generational feud, and save her cousin, Portia agrees to marry Callahan Scarfoni — the monster who ruined her day and killed her terrible brothers. Callahan is a man scarred by his past and thirsty for revenge. His sole plan? Finish off the Esmeralda family till no one is left. Just like how they didn't spare his many years ago. But there's just one Esmeralda he just couldn't hurt, no matter what. Portia. She's his to tame. She's his possession, to own and protect.
New York's most eligible bachelor, Norman Rockwell has everything he could ever as for. Wealth, power, an insane amount of women falling at his feet, and peace of mind. But he's lacking something. One thing his heart desires so much. A baby. An heir. One he would leave everything he's worked for when he dies. He's been with so many women, and none are suitable. None have that flourish, that demeanor of being a mother. They're all after his money. After his dick. All except Sasha, his red-headed, smoking-hot, no-nonsense PA. She's the only one who could rein him in. Keep him in control. Make him smile. But she's not new to the array of beautiful women who normally grace his office. Convincing her to be his won't be easy, but he's willing to conquer her heart. No matter what it takes. She must be the mother of his child. He would have no other woman, but her.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
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?"
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and lan begged her not to leave him?