I am Hilary Mattel, the outcast who lives like nobody in her own home. I'm subjected to horrific abuse and mental torture by my step sister and stepmother, who can't stand the sight of me. They made themselves the thorn in my flesh, and my own father turned his back on me because of the collocated history he shared with my late mother. I had always longed to get away from my demonic family when I met my mate, but my hopes were crushed because he turned out to be worse than them. When I found out that I was getting into an arranged marriage to a poor man, I was broken, and that led to me seeking solace in alcohol and ended up in a stranger's bed. He made me feel what I had never felt before. He consumed me. And just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse after cheating on my mate, the stranger I whored myself to turned out to be Lucas Huntergrove, the ruthless and elusive Alpha, who embodied secrecy in its purest form. Now, I'm caught in a web of lies and deadly enemies. Will Lucas and I yield to the burning attraction between us, or will I be consumed forever trapped in his deadly web?
HILARY
I walked as fast as I could away from the club, the stench stubbornly sticking to my skin as I seemed to still reek of the murky insides despite the quickly widening distance between the shady looking building and I. My stepmother, Esme, had made me go there to settle part of my father's gambling debt, which I paid from juggling multiple part-time jobs.
Making sure I was safe now in the open streets, I slowed my pace before sucking in a breath and looking up to the sky. I didn't fail to notice the weird glances that earned from a few passer-bys, but I couldn't be bothered at this point. I was feeling down, and I needed to talk to someone.
"Hey, mom," I started with a sigh, "It's your daughter again, your only one. I hope you're doing good up there..... and I just wanted to say that I miss you. I'm sure you already know, but I'll be getting married soon. I will be happier, I know I will. I just... I just wish you were here with me."
I bit down on my lip and faced the road again, engrossed in my thoughts. I was still a few blocks away from home when I caught the familiar scent of my mate, causing my wolf to howl inside me, elated.
'Mate' It called.
I picked up my pace, eager to meet him. He had promised just yesterday to come seek my father's blessings and my hand in marriage tomorrow. It made me giddy to think that he'd been too excited to let it wait anymore. Maybe he was here to get it done already, eager as I was.
He was the only one who truly cared about and understood me in my now cold and cruel world. The moon goddess had blessed me with him after years of torture from the people I called family. It felt like a dream when I found out that he was my mate and the next Alpha of his pack. My father had shouted at me and called me several names, including a liar when I'd revealed the identify of my mate, but when Dawson himself came around to announce it proudly, much to the annoyance and jealousy of my stepmother and sister, my father could only continue to stew in silent anger.
I felt my excitement grow with every step I took, knowing soon enough, we would be together, bound forever by an undying love. I almost tripped on the front stairs as I burst into the house, his name at the tip of my tongue, but I trailed off when I walked into the living room to meet his absence.
That was weird; he would always wait for me in the living room whenever he came around. I took another curious sniff at the air to confirm, and I was right. His scent was still thick in the air, making it clear as day that he hadn't left and was still around.
'Maybe he stepped out briefly to pick up a call or something.' I thought to myself before hurrying up to my room in the attic to try and find something more suitable to wear pending his return. I had just turned on my feet when I heard a sharp voice behind me, causing my smile to drop instantly.
"Hilary! Why didn't you tell me you were back? How did it go?" It was Esme, her signature scowl on her face, and I raised a brow.
"What do you mean by how did it go? Of course, I paid the money."
"Nothing else?"
I blinked back at her, wondering what exactly she meant by her questions. What else was there to expect from going to settle a debt? And that was when it dawned on me, the realization that she could've well sent me, hoping that something terrible would happen to me there.
I couldn't even bring myself to be surprised. Esme was the typical evil stepmother, and I hoped she'd end up like they always did in the fairytales.
I rolled my eyes mentally before muttering a reply. "No, mother. Nothing else happened," I had to rein my wolf back in. I couldn't risk talking back and beat up for it, or worse.... grounded. At least not right now, I had to see Dawson, too.
"Here," Esme said, handing me a tray that held a few snacks and orange juice. "Take this up to your sister. She'd mentioned she wanted a snack." She had a sick smile on her face at the end of her words, and I regarded her with a dubious look.
I had taken the tray from her and was headed in the direction of my step sister's room when I realized that the tray held two glasses of orange juice. I shrugged it off with a press of my lips. She probably had one of her 'suitors' over.
As I stopped in front of her door, I could feel a sense of uneasiness gnawing inside me. For whatever reason, I couldn't name, Dawson's scent was stronger here. My face pulled into an uncomfortable frown as my sister's moans filtered through the door. There was no mistaking what was going on in the room. Every cell in my body pushed me to turn away and not go into that room, but my feet were moving on their own, and my fingers wrapped around the doorknob against my better thinking.
My hands trembled with a crippling anxiety as I pushed the door open and was finally greeted with the sight that shattered my world into a million pieces.
Dawson, the one I loved more than anything in the entire world, my mate I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with after he got me away from here was locked between my sister's legs, hips moving erratically as he pumped into her like that was his sole purpose on earth. As if sensing my presence, Sara's head turned toward the door, and she locked eyes with me, triumph boldly written in her blue eyes as she let out an especially loud moan and arched into him.
Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled backward, my chest growing tighter with each passing second I was made to witness their intense lovemaking.
I heard a distant shattering sound, and it took me a minute to realise I had dropped the tray I was holding. The sound startled Dawson, and he finally paused his actions to look at me.
"I never took you for a voyeur, Hilary. How's it? Are you enjoying the show?" He said as he rolled off Sara's naked body.
I tried to speak, but all the words seemed to be stuck in my throat, like shards of glass. My airways were closing up, and when I finally got the words out, it was in a pathetic squeak, "Dawson..." I started, my lips trembling, "Dawson, I forgive you. I know this isn't your fault. Just.... Get dressed, and we can just go downstairs. We can still fix this. You can speak to my father and...."
My words were cut short by the abrupt laughter that cut through the air, his and Sara's, and it went on for a while as I stood dumbly by the door, "I think it's time to stop being delusional now, Hilary. Forgive me?" He chuckled darkly, "I never even asked for it to begin with, and are you really that stupid that you can't read the room? Even after this, you still believe I would marry you? You?!" He repeated condescendingly, raising his brows at me. "Gosh, I mean, who would really want anything to do with a goody two shoes who obviously has nothing to offer and wouldn't even let me play with you a little to atleast make my time worth it."
My hands were trembling, and my legs finally gave out underneath me. I fell to the ground, the broken glass and wetness from the spilled juice piercing my skin, but I had gone beyond physical pain. Nothing could compare to the heavy feeling in my chest, my heart feeling like it'd been put through a meat grinder as hot tears streamed down my face.
Had he always been this cruel, and I'd just failed to notice? And then, it hit me like a wave. The signs had always been there, but I'd always melted in the face of his sweet mouth and apologies. The first time he'd raised his hand on me, slapped me over a mistake I made-l, I'd cried myself to sleep, the days following it feeling like hell until he apologized and made me promise to not repeat the same mistake.
He also swore never to do it again, only to come back worse. He'd strangled me almost to the point of death when he'd seen me talking to another man, but that time, it did not take him as long to apologize. He'd even gone on his knees, with flowers and chocolate Sara ended up stealing. He confessed that he couldn't control his wolf, nor could he bear the thought of me with other men and I'd stupidly fell for it; even blushed wildly at the thought of his possessiveness and protectiveness, interpretating his irrationality as acts of love.
That night, I'd let him touch me in a way of apology when he'd insisted on kissing the bruises on my neck better. I didn't let it go any further, but all my other thoughts melted away. I forgave him; I always did. And it was comical how I was ready to forgive him right now.
"Shut the door when you're done with the theatrics," he finished before going back to kiss Sara, who giggled at his touch.
My wolf whimpered in pain as it watched our supposed mate shower affection on another woman.
The door suddenly slammed shut, almost catching my fingers, and I turned to see Esme, who was red in the face with anger. She slapped me across the face the second our eyes met, the sound of it echoing through the corridor.
"How dare you break my chinawares?" Esme spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "What's so shocking about your sister getting the better man, hm?" She asked with a scowl on her face, "You're about to get yours too, so stop being so desperate and acting like a dumb brat and come with me!" With those words, she fisted my hair and began dragging me along with her as she made her way downstairs.
I wanted to scream, to curl into a ball and cry my eyes out, but at the same time, I wanted to lash out in anger; to drag her by her hair and sweep the floors with her face before bashing every single one of her features in and see how she would like that, but all I could do was let myself get dragged around like a rag doll, my mind numb with pain. I didn't process any of her words until much later, when we were no longer moving after making it back to the living room.
"Wait a minute," I said, standing up from the floor on wobbly legs, "What do you mean 'I am about to get mine'?"
The smile that stretched unto Esme's features at my question had my stomach churning with a sense of foreboding.
Before she could give me an answer, the door swung open harshly, creating a loud bang when it collided with the wall. My father staggered in, reeking of the usual stench of booze and cigarettes, but he seemed sober when our eyes met, so I turned to him to find my answers. My heart thumped wildly in my chest.
"Dad, is it true?"
If he'd heard me, he did a perfect job at pretending he didn't as he silently walked into the kitchen without so much as a glance my way.
"Is it true that I am getting married? What man is she talking about?" I pressed on, and he slammed the cup of water he'd been bringing to his lips back on the counter with so much force. It startled me.
"Damn it, Esme! I told you to wait till dinner to break the news."
My jaw dropped at the same time, and my eyes widened in disbelief.
"Father.... H- How could you?" I stuttered out, tears welling up in my eyes.
He cast a quick glance my way before striding towards the living room, speaking as he moved. "It was our only choice, Hilary," his voice devoid of any emotions. "It was an offer we couldn't refuse. We were on the verge of losing everything to debt eitherways.
"HOW IS IT MY FAULT THAT YOU'VE GAMBLED YOUR ENTIRE LIFE AWAY!?" The words tumbled out of my lips like a dam burst open. "I've already lost so much from trying to help out because you just can't act right and bring yourself to stop, and now I'm being sold off like property?!"
The world spun for a while as his palm collided with my cheek with a force that sent me straight to the ground. "Enough of your foolishness, girl, and I will not let you speak to me like that!" he barked. "You are getting married, and you will leave this house tomorrow with your things as agreed."
"To- tomorrow?" I stammered, but didn't get a reply, only his shirt being thrown in my face.
"Take that to the laundry when you are done with this nonsense," he ordered before shifting his attention to Esme. "Is dinner ready?"
"No, I haven't started yet. She was throwing a tantrum, and I had to deal with it." She answered with a roll of her eyes.
I couldn't believe my ears. A tantrum?! I was throwing a tantrum?! Like she wasn't going to make me prepare dinner after everything that had happened.
As I sat there on the ground with my hands wrapped around my knees, Sara came down the stairs, her arm linked with Dawson's, and my eyes followed them as they walked.
"Daddy!" She squealed on sighting our father and ran to hug him.
"How's my favourite little lady?" he asked, smiling at her in a way he had never smiled at me.
"I'm feeling the best, Daddy! Look, Dawson proposed!" she announced, presenting her fingers and a ring that adorned her finger, caught the light of the room, and shined back with triple the intensity.
My father clapped Dawson on the back with a chuckle, "Took you long enough."
He knew; my father knew my mate had been involved with my sister the entire time. I was the only one left in the dark.
It turned out Dawson hadn't lied about proposing; I just wasn't the intended bride. My eyes landed on a knife on the kitchen counter, if only I could just reach out and end it all.
"Don't even think about it, dear sister." Sara's voice rang out as if hearing my thoughts, "Don't you think that would put us in a tough spot with your husband-to-be tomorrow?" She jeered, laughing out loud.
Everything suddenly started to move in slow motion after having moved too fast for a while. My heartbeat slowed as I began to gasp for air. I couldn't bear it any longer - the cruelty of the situation I'd found myself. I couldn't breathe, and it felt like the walls had begun closing in on me. I needed to breathe. And with that thought in mind, I ran out of the house, hands over my ears, as their laughter rang behind me in a mocking symphony.
"You want me to fuck you like a whore, is that it?" he asked, his eyes darkening as they narrowed on me while I swallowed hard, realising I had been backed up against the edge of the desk. "Yes," I answered, breathlessly. It should terrify me how much I wanted this man but I knew that I would burn for him if need be. One minute he was standing a few inches away from my face, watching me with an untamed want and hunger, and the next, he was clearing off his table in a clean sweep, spinning me around and my cheeks connected roughly with the surface of the desk, eliciting a loud moan from me. The rattling sound of his belt was what I heard next and I felt him bunch up my dress to my waist, exposing my bare ass, and I was so sure he could see how soaked I was for him from where he stood. Grabbing my waist roughly, his cock aligned with my wet opening and he plunged into me in one harsh thrust. "Ah!" a loud moan tore through my lips, tears of pleasure brimming in my ears as my nipples hardened against the material of my dress. He tugged me harshly by my hair, slamming into me. "Fuck, Astrid!" ••••• Clawing her way out of a toxic relationship that could be likened to hell, all Astrid Volkov wanted on the night of her twenty-first birthday was to be alone, but her loud friends found a way to drag her ass to the club where she came in contact with the mysterious older man, who appeared to be her knight in shining armour after he saved her from getting harassed. The connection they tried so hard to suppress fought its way out after a few drinks, entangling them in a night of unforgettable passion. Astrid could have sworn that would be the last of him, but this bitch called fate pulled its stunt once more and their paths crossed again, but this time, the tables drastically spun and she was quick to find out that the mysterious older man that gave her the best night of her life was none other than Jordan Remington, her father's long time best friend. The duo were hellbent on putting that night behind them, but Astrid's stubbornness and the sparks that still lingered from that night begged to differ. Was Astrid willing to screw all odds and go for what she wanted, knowing the risks involved? Was Jordan willing to put his friendship and reputation on the line for a girl he was old enough to father?
"So wet, all mine," He whispered into my ears, brushing my earlobe with his lips as he stroked my clit. I tossed my head backwards in pleasure, clamping my hands over my mouth when he tweaked my nipple, stimulating my pleasure. He growled. "Don't hold back your moans, Elarian. I want to hear you moan and I want this entire building to drown in your screams as I fuck you to ecstasy." His deep, dark, husky voice carried an air of dominance that had my core throbbing with liquid. "Fuck!" I moaned when he latched his mouth on me. ༆ A betrayal from her mate and her best friend tossed Elarian Jordan into the web of Aeros Hawthorne, the most ruthless, powerful and wealthiest Alpha, who's almost twice her age, resulting in a steamy one-night-stand. Elarian had never craved a man's touch so desperately the way she did his. Hence, the reason she signed a no-strings-attached contract with the devil, agreeing to be his pet. She was his to have and dominate anytime he wants, in return for a luxurious life but Elarian knew she wasn't getting in it for the money. She was willing to get entangled with him because of the mind-numbing pleasure that accompanied intimacy with him. A rash decision born out of an insatiable lust and the will to not want anything to do with love anymore. He was the perfect ruin but she would gladly burn for him. Two supernaturals, who sought solace in each other's arms to escape their demons. What could possibly go wrong?
WARNING: WARNING: This book contains violence, explicit words, and sex. Some words that might not be liked by others. Reader's discretion is advised. Liam Hallows was a beast that everyone feared, ruthless and filled with anger. He was born to torment his oppressors and hates the word mate or love. His ideal type is a one-night stand, fvcks, and never to be heard of again. What happens when Liam has a one-night stand with a girl who he accidentally imprinted on, a mistake he dreads his entire life? Nicole Mallory, the perfect luna who was loved and adored by all except her mate. She was forced to watch her mate have s3x with different omegas as a punishment for being given to him as a source to pay her parent's debts. Too much pain and agony had her drinking in the bar and ending up in bed with a total stranger who wanted her, but he was the same, exactly like his mate. Would Liam be able to win the heart of the girl he imprinted on, or would she be able to tame the beast that is ready to devour her?
WARNING: This book contains violence, rape, explicit words, and s3x. Reader\'s discretion is advised. Eleanor Stark never thought this day would come when she would have to watch her family being killed before her eyes and her being auctioned to become a slave in a foreign pack. She had no choice but to work under the alpha she hated most and sought revenge against for murdering her parents in cold blood and destroying her once peaceful pack. Eleanor had vowed to make him pay, she vowed to avenge her parent\'s death no matter what, even though her life depends on it. Zane Mackane is known as the brutal and heartless alpha, who wanted nothing but to expand his pack, he didn\'t care how many packs he had to destroy to achieve his goals. One of his sources of wealth was collecting girls from the packs he attacked and selling them to his wealthy cohorts, to make money. What happened when he met the one destined for him by the moon goddess among the girls being auctioned? An alpha isn\'t supposed to mate with an outsider, especially a slave, or he will be dethroned and banished from the pack. Would alpha Zane be able to make the slave his mate and will Eleanor be able to carry out her revenge?
Ashley Evaline Miller was your drop-dead gorgeous perfect girl next door. Decent, smart, focused and goal-oriented. She didn't have all the luxury one could think of, but she was content with what she had. Stuck with her self-acclaimed perfect boyfriend, whom she'd do and be anything for, breathing down on her neck and draining every ounce of happiness out of her, plunging her into an oblivious hole of darkness. The love of her life who has taken so much from her, leaving just the shell of whom she used to be. She'd stop at nothing to make him happy. Jaxon Arden Gray, The ruthless mafia boss with a face and body you could liken to that of a Greek god. He was every girls' dream. He has only ever cared about two things, money and power. That has been the core factor of what drove him to success, earning him the position of the most feared Mafia lord. He has lived a life without colour for as long as he could remember, remaining visibly visible and taking every form of escape his job has to offer, from the restless nights and his demons that sought to break him, guided by just one rule all his life. "Why get your heartbroken, when you can pretend like you have none." But, who was the man behind the mask he has worn over his true self for years? A mask that had taken so much from him, that he barely knew who he was anymore. A girl who would stop at nothing to prove her friends wrong, a man who just wanted to fill a void, collided with each other, resulting in one unforgettable night of steamy passion. What more could he possibly crave more than money and power? What more could she possibly yearn for, other than her self-acclaimed perfect boyfriend? What happens when a crazy ex comes back to claim what rightfully belong to him?
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"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?