Serena worked as a stripper in Lunar Lust Club secretly behind a mask to avoid the harsh reality of life in her Father's home, born as an Omega, she suffered from the disgrace and the painful rejection from her previous mates who only saw her as an object of their sexual desires. Her last resolve broke when her last mate slept and had a threesome with her sisters. She got rejected and knew there was nothing left so she had to leave and get away from their life but she just needed to dance again to add to her savings. The Mafia Alpha visited the club with his friends to relax only to discover that the masked stripper was his mate, at that point in time Serena knew that her life was going to tumble to shreds and a span of desires she never expected. Warning: Contains very dark themes, gory scenes, blood, drugs, abuses, BDSM, hot sex scenes.
더 보기Serena's POVMy feet ached, but I kept walking. Every bone in my body screamed at me to turn back. Damien warned me not to leave, and here I was—sneaking past his guards with a fake-ass smile like I wasn’t mentally freaking out. They gave me confused stares but they didn’t question me. Maybe they thought I was taking a walk or they assumed Luna duties included evening strolls with secrets in your phone and fear in your gut.Stupid. This is so stupid.I wanted to take a cab, but hell no—I wasn’t risking some shady dude putting a needle in my neck. So I walked instead, trying to text back the mysterious number.“Who the hell are you? Meet where?” I typed.I barely hit send when something hard cracked against the back of my head and there was instant blackness.When I opened my eyes, my skull throbbed like it had gone twelve rounds with a brick wall. I was tied to a damn chair in what looked like an abandoned warehouse straight out of a Mafia torture flick and there were dried bloodstai
Serena’s POVThe moment Damien left, a text came in my phone while I was still tangled up in Damien’s expensive sheets. My bones ache in the best way possible, and I was half-dressed plus half-drunk on his scent, definitely still trying to figure out how the hell I’d fallen into this whirlwind called being his “contracted mate.”[Unknown Number: I know what you are and how the Soul Bound is dangerous. You’re going to ruin everything by staying with the Alpha and If the Mafia finds out, you’re done. I can disentangle that bond. Let’s talk and come alone.]My heart dropped in dread and goosebumps filled my skin.I sat up slowly, brushing my hair back and staring at the message like it was cursed. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, feeling uneasy and it growled low in my head.“What the hell is this?”Soul Bound?My fingers trembled, and the phone almost slipped from my hand. I didn’t know who the sender was but they knew. It means someone knew about the bond Damien and I share and if they
Serena’s POVI stood there staring at that damn lingerie like it was about to sprout legs and insult me to my face. That bastard, Alpha Julian. The name alone made my skin crawl.The wolf inside me clawed at my chest, equal parts humiliated and enraged especially at the fact that Damien thought I had something to do with this, where the hell did I even go to Silver Elites to meet the bastard that rejected me.Of all the people…The one who humiliated me in front of an entire pack. The one who called me a “filthy Omega mistake” like I was some kind of bad breeding experiment. And now, years later, he was sending me lingerie like he suddenly discovered I have a pulse?Damien sat on the edge of the bed, his knuckles cracked from how tightly he was gripping the crushed letter. I could see the veins in his arms pulsing like they were about to burst through his skin.“You gonna tell me the story, or do I get to guess which part of this makes you look like you wanna set the entire Eastside o
Damien’s POVYou know that peaceful moment after you've made love to your mate? That rare, fleeting silence where her heartbeat matches yours, her breathing so calm it almost lulls your wolf to sleep?Yeah.That shit never lasts in my world.Serena lay on my chest, all bare and vulnerable, the scent of our bond thick in the air. Her hair was scattered over my torso like a goddamn silk curtain, and her lips were slightly parted. Soft snores. Completely knocked out.And just when I thought I could enjoy five minutes of peace, my phone buzzed.Zayn.Zayn: We’ve got a situation. A package came for Serena, No clue who dropped it and it smells weird. Want me to bring it or torch it?I stared at her sleeping, so unaware of the chaos always waiting right outside the bedroom door.I exhaled and texted back: Bring it.I carried her to my bedroom—our bedroom now. Yeah, I let her sleep in my damn bed. Don’t ask me when that happened. Just one day, I realized I couldn’t sleep unless I felt her pre
My cock hangs heavy between my legs, throbbing with need. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard in my fucking life if I don’t get inside her soon, it might actually kill me. I shove up from the ledge, popping the button on my jeans and shoving them down my hips, nearly tripping in my rush to kick them off my legs. Serena’s head lolls to the side, her eyes heavy-lidded as she watches my cock spring free, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. And yeah, I’d love to shove my dick past those plump lips and fuck her throat, but I’m way too close to the edge to fuck around with foreplay. I want to be buried deep inside her cunt when I come. And from the way she’s looking at me, she does, too. I step up to the ledge again, grabbing onto Serena ’s legs and shifting her sideways until her ass is almost dangling over the edge, tossing her feet over my shoulders. Then I wrap a hand around my painfully hard cock, dragging the head of it through her slick folds until she’s whimpering for
Damien's Pov I meet her gaze, staring into her captivating green eyes intently as the bond between us snaps and drive s me crazy... “I’m gonna make you remember who you are as a princess.” “Please, Damien” Serena pants, sliding her hands over her bare tits, arching her back as she squeezes them together. I untwine her legs from around my waist, leaning forward to grasp onto the waistband of her leggings and yank them down. The fabric gets tangled around my hands in my haste to get them off and they snag on her sneakers, a frustrated growl escaping me as I struggle to pop off her shoes and get rid of those damn pants. Once I finally wrestle them off and toss them away, my eyes return to her body, spread before me in all its naked glory, and I raise a fist to my mouth and bite down on it to stifle a groan at the sight of her. “Goddamn you’re sexy,” I mumble as my eyes map out every inch of her skin, pausing on the reddened, puckered flesh above her belly button. There was a slash
Damien's Pov“Fuck me Alpha.” Her lips brushed against mine with every whispered word and my cøck twitched in sweet anger. I grab her by the nape and yank her closer, capturing them with my own before she can change her mind. Our lips pout and twist, parting for our tongues to tangle as she grinds down over my rapidly hardening cock, chasing the friction of the ridge of it against her core. I should take my time with her. Make this count. But instead it’s like we’re thrown back in time, two horny teenagers frantic to get each other naked as quickly as possible. Fuck how does she does this, driving me crazy in seconds. Within seconds of our lips meeting, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy to remove the barriers between our skin. Her shirt comes off first, followed by my own. Then I’m yanking up the band of her sports bra, her tits spilling out right into my hands as she tugs it off overhead. I give them a rough squeeze, murmuring my approval before lifting her off my
Selena’s POVYou’d think having a psycho Alpha Mafia mate who’s ready to blow heads off would feel... flattering, romantic but nope. It sucks big time.Because while Damien's out there threatening caskets and choosing funeral gowns like he's shopping for a wedding, I’m stuck here trying not to breathe too loud. The Pack stares like I murdered someone. The women? They look at me like I spit in their herbal tea. The men? Too scared to talk to me because, well, my mate might castrate them for blinking in my direction.And me?I’m just trying to survive another damn day and reminding myself that this isn't reality yet.The only person who didn’t treat me like I had rabies was Lydia—my ballet tutor. Yeah, Damien got me a personal one. As if I could blend into a public class with these people already whispering "Omega slut" under their breath. He said I needed “focus and discipline.” I think he just wanted to keep me locked away from everyone else and using my love for ballet as an excuse.
Damien’s POV I’ve always had a tight schedule but it was a different thing ever since I marked Serena. I had a lot to do for the Pack —cartels, shipment tracking, drug labs, fake IDs, bribes, the whole shebang is like a thing to do to keep the syndicate clean while the Pack thrives. And Serena? She’s become my damn obsession. The way she moans when I pull her hair while fucking her, the way her claws scratch my back like she owns me or the way her scent clings to my sheets and makes my wolf restless when she’s not near. Yeah, I’m insatiable. Call it what you want. Lust, need, addiction. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that she’s mine. Zayn walked in this morning looking like someone just took a dump on his breakfast. “Vincent’s gone,” he muttered. I didn’t even blink. “Good.” He blinked. “That’s it?” “That’s it.” “I spent three days tracking him, crossed borders, slept in a damn sewer—” “And I appreciate your commitment to suffering.” I sipped my coffee. “Now go get the
Chapter One**Serena's Pov“Damn, look at her move! That body should be illegal.”Hungry wolves packed into dark corners as their eyes went wild and hungry as they stared at the dancers. But their gazes were fixed on me tonight—the masked stripper they called “Ivory” in Luna Lust Club. I spun again, arching my back and letting my silver mask catch the flickering neon lights. The mask was my armor, hiding my identity in this pool of greed and desire. My long, silvery-blonde hair cascaded down my back, brushing against my bare skin as I bent low, teasing the front row and almost making my boobs visible but I swayed back immediately.My black stilettos clacked against the polished stage as I twirled once more, the hem of my glittering outfit glimmering like broken stars.“Look at her, man. No one moves like that,” another voice drawled from the crowd, his tone dripping with greed. They didn’t know me. None of them did. The name "Ivory" was a shield I wore, keeping my real identity buri...
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