Emily never imagined herself caught between not one, but three irresistible alphas. After Damon, her first love, broke her heart to protect his power, she swore off the dangerous, possessive world of werewolves. But when she's forced back into his life, Emily finds herself tangled not just with him-but with two other powerful men who have their own dark reasons for wanting her by their side. Damon, the ruthless billionaire who rejected her but now won't let her go, is determined to make her his. Then there's Adrian, the brooding, enigmatic alpha who sees through her defenses and ignites a fire she can't deny. And finally, there's Lucas, the charming rogue with a deadly smile, who promises her freedom if only she'll join his pack instead. Each man claims a piece of her heart, each drawing her into their own seductive, dangerous world. But Emily has a rule: no one owns her-not even the alphas who'd burn down their kingdoms to keep her. As rivalries, dark secrets, and brutal betrayals threaten to tear their world apart, Emily must decide: will she give herself to one, or will she defy every rule in the pack and choose them all? In a world of alphas, she's about to prove that one woman's heart is wild enough to conquer them all.
Emily's POV
"Farm!" The Task Giver's ugly voice rang.
It's like the seventh time he'd decided another girl's fate. And Zyna wasn't just some girl. She was my friend, at least we were quite close in the Groomers school. It's just a posh name for a place they schooled orphans.
I heard my heart thud in my ears. I kept praying and hoping that mine would turn out differently.
I quite enjoyed sciences, I can't be doomed to a life on the Crestview farm.
"This one," He looked up at me from behind his huge mahogany desk. The man opened his teeth to reveal a very scary set with prolonged canines.
I shivered, hoping in vain that they would not smell my fear.
But the laughter that they burst into confirmed it. I was so scared, I almost pissed my pants.
"What's your name?" He asked me.
"Emily." I replied, looking away.
"What's your wolf name?" He asked, getting pissed.
I adjusted my stance and said the name I'd carefully kept a secret for as long as I discovered it on my necklace, the one thing I have from my mom who's image gets more blurry as the day goes by. "Vynara, Vynara Baron." I said, managing to get the words out before I choked on them.
"Baron?" Task Giver asked, looking up. I knew I had something like an oath with bad luck, but I honestly didn't think it was this bad. Why is he paying special attention to me?! I kept asking myself,
While he looked me up and down like a strange specie, I let my eyes wander his office. It was a very big room in the school. The biggest, even larger than our induction hall.
The only ceremony that was ever held was the one the little orphans had when they were scouted from all around Crestview.
It's a big city with three major wolf packs, equally strong and unable to take out each other, and so they all lived in faux unity.
"Is she mute?" He asked, glaring at me.
"No sir." I replied quickly.
"She's a dreamer." A man who stood right next to him said. "The Mistress says so." He added
I shot him a nasty look, which earned a feral assault on my cheeks.
I gasped in shock and pain, but held my tears back.
The Task Giver sucked his teeth, while indecently looking me up and down.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"Old enough to see my mark." I replied to him.
"I'm assuming you have?" He asked, looking strangely at me. But it was forgivable, I did give a strange answer.
"No." I replied to him, smiling.
It was no longer a thing of sadness being a wolf without a wolf mark.
I hadn't had my first shift yet, but I knew to expect it in the next three years, and I had a very big hunch that I'd have a big, bad, beautiful wolf.
"We'll send this one to the Damon palace." The Task Givers smiled very sinisterly.
"Why?" The man who had the most annoying input I'd ever heard earlier, asked him.
"She is just what they deserve." He said. "And I hear they are in need of a new maid."
"What happened to the old one?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"She died." He smiled again.
And against what he'd have imagined, I smiled back. They weren't gonna see my fears.
I was roughed out of his presence, and a bag was thrown over my face.
I felt myself being led, we met a couple of people, after a brief, hushed conversation, I was finally in the car, and not one like the ones I'd been in, it was quite spacious, and smelled like Cedar wood, luxury!
It was a long ride away.
If I was really going to Alpha Damon's palace, then...
I didn't know what to expect!
The only company I had asides orphans, were those who loathed orphans.
I sat still, with a breathable bag still over my head, praying the journey ends soon.
"Leave her in the shed." An icy, but classy woman's voice broke into my thoughts.
Was I just in a car with Luna Damon?! I almost freaked out, but it'd have been far more spectacular if I had seen her.
After hours, I mean, I literally slept and woke up, I was ushered into the living room.
It was by far the grandest place I'd seen.
The guards who brought me in immediately returned to their posts at the giant door that let sunlight in.
"Is this the girl?" A male voice asked.
I was told to bow my head anytime I entered any Alphas palace, I knew to do that.
But I badly wanted to see to whom the voice belonged. We had very few males in the home.
"I don't know." Another replied, but this one was beautiful.
Like the fool I was, I raised my head up and looked in the direction the voice came from.
It was supposed to be a quick glance, but the chiselled faces I saw ran through my daydream for the next few hours.
I hadn't seen men so beautiful.
They looked a lot alike, but one looked older and taller.
"You can talk." The shorter one said, "Our mother is not gonna be down in a while." He added.
He smiled so wide, and kept eye contact with me.
The other looked quite uninterested, his eyes rested on everything but me.
"I'm Emily." I said.
"Emily?" He asked, looking confused.
"I'd rather bear Emily." I replied to him.
I tried to talk some sense to myself and look back down, keep my hands firmly tucked behind me and wait for the female Alpha, but it looked like I was in for a beautiful conversation.
"Why?" He asked again.
"Dathan, I think we should go." The other brother said.
I couldn't blame him. An acne ridden stranger who was to become a maid in their palace held not so much fancy.
"I think we've got a couple more minutes." The brother replied to him. The one whose name is Dathan. "Damon, come on!" He said, calling after his brother who'd begun to ascend the gold rimmed steps they descended earlier.
I watched their conversation so intently, maybe too intently, I didn't hear the footsteps behind me.
"Stupid girl!" I felt a thud on my head, a warm liquid trickled down my face, and that was all I remembered of that afternoon.
Clarity was better. "I'll be gone in the morning." I said quietly. It was sometime between two and three am. We both sat, lost in our own thoughts, my body shamelessly yearning for his comfort, when I'd just broken his heart. I kept sobbing quietly cause there was no stopping the tears that stemmed from a place of pain and guilt. Three times, three solid times, I stopped myself from lurching at his feet. I wanted to be held by him, but even though the distance between us, physically, was so small, we were more than miles apart emotionally. What terrified me more than the look on his face was what was going through his mind. Emma has caught the attention of the playboy in school, who happened to be the sexiest bully, and her Stepbrother.... They battle webs of secrets and lies, from friends and family, and finally, their own ego and desires. Chase wants to be Emma's last 'Goodnight' and her first 'Good morning', so does Kevin. Can he battle the insane attraction she has for Kevin, whom she had unfinished business with? Will Chase throw in the towel and let the rich tech guy swoon his girl? Will Emma ever forgive Chase's betrayal and indifference? Are their issues even solvable? Find out in the fast paced Falling For My Stepbrother 1
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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.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
"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.