A gasp escaped her lips as he held her neck and pulled her to himself. "You are mine and mine alone. If any wolf dares to even look at you, I will gorge his eyes out and feed it to him before I kill him" he whispered. "Kill him how?"... she asked. "Oh kitten, I will rub honey and milk over him and nail him in between two boats and set him a float for the insects and birds of the river feast on him till the boat turns into a bowl of putrid decay, nobody and I mean nobody can look at what is mine" he whispered and smiles. Lucas Desilva is the leader of the most ruthless pack; The bloodmoon pack. Known for his love for bloodlust, ruthlessness, and good looks that put the Greek gods to shame. He was known to have a different girl on his bed each night and his love for blood. Rose Luceillo was pure as her name. The adopted daughter of the Beta of the Crescent Pack. A quiet, shy, and naive girl who cries at the end of each movie. She was the type of girl who buried her nose in a book and watched time go by. What happens when Rose is used to repay a debt to the Bloodmoon pack? Will she be able to survive Lucas Desilva or drown in his well of Darkness? Can passion survive alongside bloodshed and ruthlessness?
(Lucas)
"Shift!" I commanded.
The wolf before me transformed into a skinny lean man of about 20 years.
"Where am I?" he asked, wearily.
"Did you think you could cross my pack boundary undetected?" I smiled at him, making him surprised because I am not known for smiling.
"I.......um..... I didn't mean to do so", I swear! he said. "Oh really, so you walked into the Blood-moon territory by mistake?"I shouted, making him flinch at how harsh I sounded.
"The Blood-moon pack? l ran away from my old pack. I didn't know where I was going, I promise". He replied.
"Shut up. Filthy Rogue". I replied.
"I'm sorry, I......" He was still talking when I slit his throat with my dagger. I hate rogues.
"Throw his body at the pack boundary to serve as a warning to any rogue". I said to my men.
They quickly came and took his body away as I ordered. An alpha's work is never done.
I turned around and walked away from the cells while smirking at the thought of the way crimson blood flowed from the neck of the stupid rogue I just slaughtered.
Everyone knew me as Lucas Desilva. The Alpha of the Blood-moon Pack. I took over as the alpha after I challenged my father to a duel when I was 16.
I never liked my father. He liked to sleep around with the omegas of the pack which always left my mother heartbroken.
My father died at my hands after I snapped his neck in my wolf form during the duel.
Walking into my office, I met my beta Enzo waiting for me.
"Good morning Alpha," he said while bowing slightly. No one is allowed to look me in the eyes.
My last beta was killed because he looked me in the eyes. What a disrespectful little mutt.
"Enzo, how was a rogue able to cross our pack territory?" I asked him.
"I'm sorry Alpha. The head of the pack guards had to rush to meet his wife who was in labour for their pups. I don't think he had time to reassign someone to his duty post." he replied.
"So you're telling me that he left the pack boundary unguarded because his hoe was giving birth to stupid pups?!" I shouted in anger.
"Inform the pack guards that there is a new opening for the post of head guard and take the incompetent wolf to the cells," I said.
"But Alpha, he..." "Are you trying to question me Enzo?" I asked.
"Of course not Alpha. I'll get on your orders right away." he quickly answered and dashed out.
I went back to my desk and shut my eyes. I felt some hands on my chest. Only one person can do that without being killed. My slut-Alexa.
"Hmmm, my big bad Alpha is so tensed," she said as she knelt before me. She quickly unbuckled my belt and brought out my cock which was already hard.
She managed to fit part of it in her mouth while stroking my balls. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed my cock into her mouth and fucked her mouth roughly.
She tried to rub her clit but she held both hands together with my free arm, she isn't allowed any form of pleasure until I cum. I ripped her clothes to pieces exposing her nakedness to me.
"Get on the desk" I ordered her. She quickly stood up, climbed my desk and spread her legs just the way I like. I hovered over her and slammed my dick into her roughly.
"Yes Alpha" she moaned. Her moans mean nothing to me. I am only interested in my pleasure. I flipped her over and started fucking her from behind while grabbing her hair to steady my rhythms. I quickly had my orgasm and spilled my seeds on her ass as I collapsed into my chair.
"Hmm Alpha. No one has fucked me the way you do" she purred in my ear.
"Get out Alexa," I said. "But Alpha, I want to be with you," she said.
I smirked. "Alexa?" I called. "Yes Alpha?" she replied.
"Leave before I add your head to my collection," I said.
I saw her face drain of color and she quickly picked up what was left of her clothes and scampered away. I only need her for my pleasure and nothing else.
A knock came on my door. "Come in" I replied. "Sorry to intrude Alpha, a message has arrived from the crescent pack," said the Omega. "Read it then" I replied. "To the Alpha of the Blood-moon Pack; Alpha Lucas Desilva. The Crescent pack invites you to the annual werewolves ball being hosted this year. As the host pack of this year's ball, we invite you to the crescent pack. Arrangements have been made for your comfort and security. Please grace us with your presence in this coming occasion. From the Alpha of the Crescent pack: Alpha Thomas Green "That's all Alpha" replied the omega. "You may leave," I said. He bowed and left quickly almost missing his step. Looks like I have a ball to attend. I don't understand why the council insists on these stupid balls. They keep saying it helps to foster unity among the wolf packs and also an opportunity for the unmated wolves to find their mates, but I don't need unity from any pack neither do I need a mate. A Luna will just make me weak and any pack that dares to attack me or my pack gets ripped to shreds. Maybe I will be able to get a new slut at the ball. I smirked at the thought remembering how I met Alexa at the ball and fucked her right after but she's beginning to bore me now. I quickly mindlinked my beta to send a message to the Crescent to confirm my presence at the upcoming ball. Grabbing the wolfsbane I keep for special occasions, I headed down to the cells to deal with the incompetent head of the guards. Time to instill some discipline in that stupid mutt.
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."
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
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