Venom finds his mate in the last place imaginable. Hell's Pit. A place many men enter and never leave alive. A place Venom once enjoyed; the violence and blood thick in the air. Ignorant of the barbaric way of gaining one's freedom. But alas, he has found his mate. An omega at that. One who has to fight for her freedom, for her very life. I don't know who I am. All I know is that I am slave. I've never had an identity until my mate gave me one. Now i am Maya. Mate of Venom, Alpha and Prince of the Black Moon Pack. I finally found home with him. But I am still a slave. Unless I kill every motherfucker entering Hell's Pit. With a little help from Venom's brothers I will be victorious. I must. Not only for my freedom but for my mate too. To finally belong. To finally be something other than omega. Something other than a slave.
I never should have come here. If I had stayed at home, heck, if I had gone to dinner with my brothers then mine eyes never would have befell her.
Then I never would have felt my heart beat.
Then I never would have fallen in love.
Then I never would have found myself in this position. Watching mine own mate fight for her freedom, fight for her life.
Hell's Pit.
The greatest sporting arena in all of the wolf territory close to my pack land and kingdom. I used to revel in its savagery. Bathe in the brutality of it all. But now I despise it. All of it. It looks so primitive at this moment. Like we were cannibals of old. Killing for sport. Watching while men and women fight for their freedom. Their very lives and cheered on when they fell.
It is only now that I see the ugliness of it all. No longer holding the thrill of violence for me. My heart skipped a beat at every thud of flesh against flesh. Fists to face. Knees to body.
Stop! I wanted to shout.
I wanted to kill everyone here.Every living creature that supported this. Those who look upon my mate with hatred, with lust, with their thirst for blood. My Wolf howled inside my head so loud that it was becoming hard to keep him on his leash.
I watched, with bated breath as my mate fought like a wild animal. Cheers all around whether she received a blow or dished one out to her opponent who was easily three times her size. I honed my senses. Listening to her steady but labored breaths and the thumping of her heart was almost as wild as she looked. Her scent was hard to pick apart from the mass of over perfumed females and males alike, the pungent smell of sweat and blood, puke and shit and piss. She was airborne, body flying in front of me.
Then her scent hit me, like an entire planet being thrown at me. Fresh rainfall and earth that I picked apart from the sweat and blood.
My Wolf moaned, almost purring. Our mate smirked at her opponent as she landed gracefully in a crouch. She is trying to get herself smashed by Hulk. Because that smirk only set off the big Wolf.
My mate was all over the place. Her lithe body dancing to the war drums. It was then I figured out her strategy. She was tiring out the big guy before going in for the kill. The Wolf heaved hard as he started stumbling around. My mate slashed down the wolf's chest, blood splashing onto the sand and my mate tossed away the broken sword.
Fuck! What the blazing fires is she doing? A beta wolf was hard to kill bare handed.
The roar of the patrons was deafening as my mate's right hand sunk into the slash on the Wolf's chest and violently pulled out his heart. The entire arena went silent for a few seconds and then it was pandemonium as cheers went up.
My mate didn't make a move to indicate her victory, instead held the organ in her hand, almost cradling it. The wolf fell to his knees then onto his back.
My mate then fell upon her knees next to the beast and cried? Yes. Tears silently streamed down her cheeks as she leaned over close to the beast's ear, lips moving as she shuddered. Cheers went around the arena.
Everyone screaming at each other forgetting the loss of life that just occurred mere moments ago.
"Ladies and gentlemen! There you have it! This slave has successfully won her freedom... For this month. Ha ha!" the announcer shouted, his voice quieting the arena.
"Now that the semifinals are completed this slave along with the other three are going to the grand finale!" cheers erupted.
"You all know what this means, don't you?" the bastard smirked. "You, our supporters can purchase a slave, providing their owners are willing to sell and prepare them for the finals. Should your slave win then they earn their freedom and you earn three chests of gold and bragging rights until the next Hell's Pit competition!" more cheers as the other three contestants lined up beside my mate.
The arena emptied and only a handful of people remained to speak with the slave owners. I watched on while they bartered. Only two slaves were bought over. My mate wasn't one of them. As the satisfied customers left with their purchases I made my way towards the owner of my mate.
"Greetings unto you" I said to the slaver as he bowed slightly in reply.
"I would like to purchase your charge" My beast shrieked in excitement as we were surrounded by her scent.
"What is your offer Alpha ?" the slaver asked.
"What is your asking price?" I countered.
"To be honest I wouldn't know what to sell her for"
"What do you mean?" curiosity is a cat thing.
"I only partake in the games so at least one slave can have a chance of freedom." I quirked a questioning brow.
"You see in our pack the omegas automatically become slaves. Most of them are satisfied with that life. But then there are those who want the chance at freedom. I sponsor them at the games" he explained quickly.
"That is very kind of you" I murmured.
"I would pay you back every cent you've spent on all your charges so far and an interest of thirty percent of the costs if you give me this one".
The slaver's eyes widened "m-my Alpha ! That is too much!"
"No. Please accept it. I will take possession immediately unless there are people whom she'd like to reunite with"
"Non. There is no one" my dick stirred and my wolf clawed reveling in the soft baritone of our mate's voice.
"Then it is settled" I transferred the funds into the slaver's account all the while holding my will to claim my mate back. I was quickly losing that battle.
"I am not familiar with your pack traditions but please take care of her . She may fight well because she has to; it's the only way she knows. But inside, she's fragile" Johnson, as I've learned is the name of the slaver, says softly glancing behind us at my mate.
His eyes softened in a way that I know in my heart is worry but my brain and my instincts wanted to gouge his eyes out for looking at my mate. Business concluded I fought within myself to reign in my inner battles with my wolf.
I approached her slowly as one would a deer.
Finally able to look my fill. Apart from the filth that covered her, she was a little thing. Big doe eyes swirling with all the colors I could think of. She barely reached my pecs. Little hands, but big feet and if the old saying that you could tell the size of a female's breast by the size of her feet then my mate is well endowed.
Slender hips with nice curves. Slender shoulders too, almost delicate. Her skin was brown, like honey. Pink lips, long lashes and small ears: they were cute. Her black hair reaching her waist . A nice sized butt and the curve of her calves were oddly arousing.
After my inspection I realized that she was shaking.
Her nostrils flaring, heart rate spiking and she threw off a heat that lured me in. Closer and closer. Her scent filling my lungs until all I could smell was her. My wolf suddenly surged up and my eyes shifted for a moment. I reined it in when my mate whimpered.
I did not want to scare her , I wanted to love her .
Zara Morgan has spent most of her whole life in the shadows. Because that's what happens when you're cursed by death. And haunted by a father who was tortured, then killed, for a crime he didn't commit. As far as Zara is concerned, the whole Morgan family is cursed. Forever bound to suffer from the sins of their fathers. But vengeance comes at a cost, especially when the object of fate's hatred is somehow irresistible. Enter Sebastian Knight, a ruthless, cold hearted billionaire, born into privilege but bound by family duty. He's been groomed to shield the Knight empire by any means necessary, and Zara is a threat he can't risk. But beneath the callous façade, there's an undeniable spark between them, one that both Sebastian and Zara know they should ignore. But Sebastian isn't the only one vying for Zara's heart and loyalty. His charismatic rival, Noah Hale, not only views Zara as a beautiful woman but also as the means to finally obtain his revenge against the Knight dynasty. With her heart belonging to one man while her loyalty is steadfast to another, Zara finds herself in a perilous world of passion, deception, and betrayal. Zara wants to seek justice for the trauma of her past, but revenge and love clash with her growing attraction to the one man whose loyalty to his family trumps everything else...even her. Will she sacrifice everything to take down the man she loves or finally find love in her quest for vengeance?
Jake Frederick was a typical weak, poor, live-in son-in-law of the Kent family. His daily life was filled with struggle, pain and humiliation. The members of the Kent family never gave approval for anything he did, no matter how good! When he thought his life would only get more miserable after being thrown out on a stormy night, he woke up in a hospital and realised he was the long lost heir to the Frederick Conglomerate. Now, he was back and ready to make everyone who made his life miserable bow at his feet!
"I will give you an interest of one million dollars once we regain our lost glory," Nelly promised. "Really? Are you the only one who doesn't know my net worth?" Ivan questioned. "Fine. What do you want, Ivan?" "Marry me." Nelly Stratford was forced to approach her sworn enemy, the proud Ivan Landers, to beg for money. Their family business was dwindling and her father was in a coma. The money to foot the hospital bill was not in sight. Left with no other option, she accepts his marriage proposal. Nelly spent the next one year proving her worth. She did everything to please Ivan because she had fallen in love with him but his heart was far away. He only loved a certain girl who saved his life seven years ago. Ivan told her to her face that he would never love her. Two weeks later, he came back to the house he shared with her. He saw the divorce papers she left him alongside the ring he gave the girl who saved him seven years ago. Pain and regret burst out in his chest, but this time, he couldn't find her anywhere. When she returns, its not for love this time, but for vengeance. Will she succeed or will she let her love for Ivan take the upper hand?
Emily was chosen by her family against her wish to marry Jayden, the CEO of Jace group. But Jayden lived a promiscuous life even after they were engaged. Just two days before the wedding, Emily caught him cheating and decided to put an end to the marriage. But her family would hear nothing of that sort. She was drugged and taken to his room at night. But as fate would have it, there was a mistake. Instead, she was taken to another room. It turned out to be the CEO of Blackwood Towers, the CEO of the most powerful company in the country. Noah was also the city's most eligible bachelor. To save his name from scandal after the one night affair, Noah proposes a two year contract marriage to Emily. Emily accepts it readily to save her self from her own family as well as from Jayden. Little did she know that she had made a difficult decision.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
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!"
Despite being an illegitimate daughter, Lena bore a striking resemblance to the young lady of the Evans family. Faced with their threats, she was forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry Dylan. As an act of defiance, Lena seduced Dylan night after night, until she had him completely wrapped around her finger. Using his affections to her advantage, she set out to undermine the Evans family. Over time, Dylan began to notice something odd about his beloved wife...
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.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Joanna was sabotaged by her sister and ended up in a stranger’s bed. Despised by her boyfriend and pressured by her family, she was forced to marry a wealthy scoundrel, Rhys. Rhys’ young adoptive father was the richest man in town, but was also said to be violent. Everyone thought Joanna was doomed, but Owen favored her and condemned her bullies. Joanna secretly loved Owen, but after a night of passion, he began to withdraw from her. Heartbroken, she entertained other men. She was on a date when Owen suddenly barged in. "You said you loved me!" Joanna smirked. "Too late. You’ll have to get in line."