When they got married, Matthew Clark said she deserved the best. Diamond rings, mansions, and piles of servants, but what she wanted most was missing. Finally, Sophia Mitchell was tired, and a paper of divorce brought an end to the loveless marriage. "I set you free." Tears welled up in her eyes. But she didn't know that their kid was conceived in her belly...
Elea POV
Meet the punching bag of the pack. When someone has a problem, they take it out on me. Everyone did it (except the elders) and my brother was my savior, but only when he was around. I never really understood what the reason for their doings was but I soon learned that it was because my parents were dead and we were known as the outcasts of the pack. My father was the beta of the pack but he died along with my mother in a rogue fight. All that was left of my family was my brother, Gabe, and I. You think being 18 people would lay off, right? But nope.
And please don't think that I'm a weak 18-year-old. I have potential but the pack won't even give me a chance to express it. Gabe told me to hide it and to keep to myself.
One day my brother caught Sam, the future alpha, with a bunch of my hair in his hand and his other fist colliding with my face. This pissed him off to the max. His eyes went black, meaning his wolf was taking over, then he pushed Sam to the other wall and jumped on him before punching him repeatedly. Sam growled and pushed him off of him. Sam, being having Alpha blood, and my brother only having Beta blood, was able to do it quite easily.
"Don't fu*king touch my sister!" Gabe snarled then he lifted me bridal style and took me to my room, leaving Sam looking shocked at what just happened. I would have laughed at his face if it were a different situation but this one was something I had to be serious about.
Gabe lay me on my bed and hugged me tightly. It was then that I let all my tears spill, while he rubbed my back and spoke soothing words to me. After about 5 minutes, Gabe let go and moved around my room. I was still rubbing my eyes to notice the shuffling made in my room. I opened my eyes and saw Gabe packing my pink country road bag with some of my clothes.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I stood up slowly.
"What does it look like I'm doing Elea? I'm sick of the way they treat you! Now pack your clothes and essentials. We're leaving this hell hole."
"But...but how will we survive? You know, out there...?" I asked, staring at my feet, avoiding eye contact.
"Gosh Elea, anywhere is better than here! Just look what they've done to your face!" He took a few steps towards me until we were face to face. He gently placed the side of his right index finger under my chin. I flinched but kept my face still as he pulled my head up and we made eye contact.
"That mother f***er! Elea, you have a black eye and your nose is bleeding." He gave me a sad look and I gasped. I ran to my bathroom mirror and stared at myself. He was right.
My hazel eyes were surrounded by red instead of white, from the crying. My brown, curly hair with natural red streaks was tied into a bun but it was loose from everything that just happened. My tanned face was growing a natural pink tint at my chubby cheeks and my right eye was bleeding under the skin as well as swollen. There was dried blood running above my light pink lips and I cringed.
Why hadn't I noticed this earlier? Idiot. Before I could grab toilet paper to clean the blood, I was sitting on the vanity with Gabe by my side (NOT in between my legs!). He was already wetting a cloth under hot water then he placed it under my nose and started to clean it. It hurt of course but we've done this so many times that I was used to it. We stayed there in a peace full silence as he cleaned my wounds, then he lifted me off the sink and led me into the room.
We stood there for a bit then he finally said, "You pack your stuff. Nothing unnecessary. But pack stuff like your clothes and sh*t. Oh and don't forget your uhm....er... tampons." We both blushed at that last one.
I playfully slapped his arm and scolded him, "You know I don't like wearing those! But fine." He smiled at me but shook his head.
"Ok, I'll be back in 30 minutes and be in black clothes."
"Ok, got it." I nodded and he smiled at me and then left the room. I sighed then I smiled as I realized my amazing brother will be leaving this hell hole with me! I skipped to my closet and packed everything I needed. I jogged to my bathroom and packed my toothbrush and toothpaste etc. Then I looked at my face. The swelling had gone, thankfully to my werewolf healing. I put some makeup on to cover it up and then packed my makeup bag. I was surprised that everything fit in there.
I got changed and then started to write a note.
Dear losers,
Say bye to your punching bag. I'm not going to miss you.
Punching bag and relative, xoxo
I giggled then folded it and placed it on my study table. Just then the door opened and Gabe walked in, wearing the same exact thing as me but men's clothing. I grinned. He had his blue country road bag and it looked more packed than mine.
"What's in the bag?" I asked curiosity taking me.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to last a night without food so I packed some snacks." He winked and then chuckled. I laughed at how true that was.
"Whatever, ok so can we go now, please?" I asked taking a step towards him.
"Not yet. We have to break all the ties with the pack. Now repeat over me."
After two years of marriage, Jason suddenly filed for divorce. He said, "She's back. Let's get a divorce. You can ask for whatever you want." Two years of marriage can not replace his ex-girlfriend. Sarah didn't make a fuss. She agreed and put forward her own conditions. "I want your most expensive supercar." "OK." "Villa in the suburbs." "Fine." "Split billions of money you made in two years of marriage." “???”
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - 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 doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes 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 Ian begged her not to leave him?
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
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."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
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.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"