Clutching his shirt, I pull him closer, and he smirks, well aware of the effect he has on me. The wetness in my core intensifies with his touch. Realization dawns on me as I hastily push him away, panting heavily. His gaze, dark with lust, looks at me intently. The wetness beneath me and the pain in my neck subside, but the tingling sparks remain. His overpowering scent and minty breath envelop me. Then he whispers, "Lyra if I slip my finger inside you, I swear you are dripping wet for me. And you say you hate me?" That is the breaking point. Summoning all my strength, I push him away forcefully, slipping out of his grasp. ............................ Lyra fled for her life when falsely accused of poisoning the Alpha. Pursued, she was rescued by Lycan king Kessler, who she realized was her mate. However, he had killed her parents, making her conflicted. To meet her uncle's demands, she pretends loyalty to the Lycan king but faces threats from the Alpha wants her dead. Her uncle insists on her having an heir with the Lycan king. The Lycan king refused to mate with her. Lyra's journey unfolds as she wrestles with these challenges – will she overcome them or succumb to the pressure?
In the dim room shared with other omega members, a sigh escapes me. When I notice the door slightly open, I feel him coming without even looking, a familiar sensation sending shivers down my spine.
His footsteps echo as he nears. When he takes my hand, I flinch but quickly compose myself, not wanting to show how he affects me.
He presses my back against the wall and holds my hands up. I avoid looking at his face, feeling trapped, as he presses against me.
In the intense and uncomfortable moment, I can sense his erection. I try to endure it without letting him see how much it affects me.
This has become his regular practice-he asserts control, and he can take me whenever he wants.
"Show me your utmost submission because you rely on my protection. You're mine for a reason."
I nod, awaiting his next move.
Forcefully, his lips meet mine, and I reluctantly part my lips as he kisses me fiercely.
He explores further, squeezing my breast. I shiver, and he raises an eyebrow, satisfied.
"So many things I want to do to you, but not today; saving the best for tomorrow when I'll mark you," he whispers.
Fear grips me, and I gulp, nodding my head in acknowledgment.
"You must look presentable tomorrow," he says, pointing to a dress bag on the bed. I hadn't noticed he dropped it on the bed.
I stay silent, keeping my eyes on the dress bag. The looming mating ceremony fills me with dread; he knows how much I hate being around him.
He approached me, noticing something wasn't right. Lifting my face with a gentle touch, he brought his lips close to where my mate would mark me.
Lost in my thoughts, his voice pulls me back. "You seem nervous," he observes, looking straight into my eyes while I avoid his gaze. "I'll forgive you for being nervous."
After a moment, he lets go and heads for the door. "Rest well, my lady," he says with a mocking tone before leaving.
I glare at the door and angrily throw the dress bag against it. My heart races, and I shake my head at my fate.
I despise him-my unwilling Alpha, my unwanted mate. I can't stand him-I'm not his mate. Why does he insist on making me?
To be marked and mated to Tristan only means one thing: I am bound to him for life, and I won't let that happen.
"Be grateful," my wolf, Sasha, finally speaks up. She had been silent until now. "He saved you from an attack and bought you for a reason."
"Shut up, Sasha! I won't find excuses for this cold-hearted Alpha. I'm going to be bound to him for life."
Her broad smile fades as she remarks, "Can't someone joke with you anymore?"
I know the expectation is for me to be thrilled about being marked by Alpha Tristan of the Croftwood pack.
However, I can't accept the happiness others want for me. If I'm to be mated to this man, it means living a life as a prisoner, a pawn for pleasure.
I pace back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drains me, and I feel exhausted.
A sudden push from the door brings me back to reality. A sense of relief washes over me as I realize it's Cara, one of the omegas. Her presence only means one thing: a call to duty.
Cara and I share a close bond, considering each other friends. We try to keep our friendship subtle to avoid raising any eyebrows from our superiors.
"Lyra, let's hurry before that wicked witch comes looking for us," Cara says. I agree, hastily standing up and following her to the kitchen.
While in the kitchen, Chloe abruptly barges in. Sasha rolls her eyes. "Oh, not today."
Chloe is dressed in an elegant red dress that compliments her figure. Her eyes are strikingly beautiful, a shade of hazel, and her nails are manicured.
Despite her attitude, it's hard not to notice the undeniable beauty Chloe effortlessly carries.
She doesn't stop at making my life miserable with each passing day in the pack. And this makes me wonder and ask, "Why does Tristan want me? He has Chloe."
With arrogance and her gaze cutting through the room, I avoid her piercing stare. I know today won't be easy.
Chloe hurls insults at me. "You are a pathetic excuse for a wolf, a weakling like you shouldn't even be in my presence. I doubt you can accomplish anything as a breeder."
I take a deep breath to maintain my composure, but Sasha growls defiantly in my head.
Her commanding voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Enough of your presence here. Go set the table," she orders, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.
I hurriedly left to do her bidding. "What's she doing in the kitchen?" Sasha questions.
I sigh and murmur, "Who cares," focusing on the task at hand.
Without much ado, I go about my work. I serve Alpha Tristan his dinner. He doesn't even glance at me once, for which I am grateful. Chloe is with him.
I went back to my room and I paced back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drained me, and I felt exhausted. As I eventually dozed off in a deep sleep.
Terrified, I clung to my mother, my eyes tightly shut at the frightening scene before me. I could feel my whole body vibrating while my eyes were still closed.
But I found the courage to open my eyes to the scene before me.
Amidst the chaos, my father's formidable black wolf, with brown shining eyes, stood bravely in battle. Strength and courage were coursing out through him.
But then, a shadowy figure appeared. Fear gripped me tighter as I strained to see, but the face remained hidden.
My father, in his wolf form, valiantly fought against this mysterious figure with growls and clashes.
The shadowy figure swung a sword, slashing my dad's heart. He collapsed to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back.
My mum, in a desperate howl, dropped me and shifted into her wolf form to join the fierce battle.
Then I woke up with a jolt as hot tears streamed down my eyes.
My heart raced like it wanted to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingered in my mind.
Scanning the room as confusion clouded my thoughts for reassurance, that it was just a dream.
It is disturbing because the dream kept occurring, haunting my mind with the scenes of battle.
As I struggled to collect my thoughts, I heard a sudden loud knock on my door.
I jumped as my eyes widened in surprise, looking towards the door, wondering who was at the door.
I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to open the door, but the knocking persisted. The knock added to my unease, confusion, and fear lingered.
Summoning courage, I took a deep breath and got up, opening the door to face the unknown. My heart pounds in my chest from fear as he shouts in indignation. "How dare you, Lyra?"
I gasp as pain throbs in my lower abdomen, as if I'm being split in half. "First time?" he asks, lowering his hand to my abdomen, his body tensing. I bite my lip to keep from answering, sensing his eyes flash with something dark. He pushes deeper inside me, and I wince. Pain shoots through me, but pleasure quickly follows, numbing me to the world. The sparks and tingles distract me from the discomfort. "So tight," he murmurs as he pulls out. "Please," I moan recklessly, knowing I should stop him but unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. It feels so good. "Eager to feel my c**k," he growls as he thrusts back inside me, his voice making me forget the pain. The stretch burns as he goes deeper, but the pleasure consumes me. I lose myself, existing only for the man inside me. As the thrusts cease, his ragged breaths send shivers down my spine. I press my forehead into the pillow, disoriented. Suddenly, his teeth sink into my earlobe, pain shooting through my flesh. I try to grasp the pillow, but it slips away. "Mine..." He says in a low menacing voice whispers. Asher takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. Then, he says the words that shatter my heart. "I, Asher Knight, Alpha of the Redwood Pack, hereby reject you, Alethea Weaver of BloodMoon pack as my mate." ******** Alethea Weaver has always felt out of place, the youngest of three sisters and the only one who hasn't fully awakened her wolf. Haunted by mysterious dreams of a powerful mate, her life takes a darker turn when her father forces her to be a breeder to Xavier, the Beta of the Bluemoon Pack. But when Xavier's jealous girlfriend threatens her life, Alethea has no choice but to run. Alethea is attacked and saved by a shadowy figure-Alpha Asher, when he is hunting in the woods, knowing she is his fated mate. With her wolf still dormant, Alethea remains unaware of the deep connection between them. As their forbidden romance blooms, Asher, torn between duty and desire, ends things. A brutal accident leaves Alethea with no memory of her past-and no idea that she's carrying Asher's child. As she rebuilds her life, hidden truths, and long-buried secrets begin to resurface. Can Alethea unlock her true identity? Will she uncover why Asher pushed her away? And as rival packs close in, will she discover her power before it's too late?
"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?"
"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
Harper and the billionaire, Josh, collide unexpectedly at the gym. He was rude and ordered her out of the gym. They meet again when Josh becomes Harper's boss, creating tension and emotions. Facing challenges at work, Harper stays strong, and Josh's feelings change. An arranged marriage plan by both parents makes things more complex, so Harper goes away to find peace. While Josh searches for her. They come up with a plan: pretend to be in a relationship to help Harper's dad's struggling business. As they work together, their feelings get stronger, but past mistakes bother them. Secrets come out, trust is tested, and their hearts are on the line. "The Billionaire Desires" is a story of second chances and unexpected love.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
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."
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.