Aren Saiki K

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Mi mejor amiga, Maya, voló desde Miami para la semana de mi despedida de soltera. Eran mis últimos días de libertad. Insistió en organizar una noche de chicas para celebrar y pidió toda mi comida favorita a domicilio. Me pidió que le cuidara el celular y esperara un momento. Entonces, la pantalla se iluminó. Era un mensaje de un hombre. Una foto sin camisa. “Mi arma está lista para ti esta noche”. Llegó otra foto vibrando. Juguetes sexuales. Accesorios de bondage que parecían sacados de una película. Sentí que la cara me ardía. El corazón me latía descontrolado contra las costillas. Acababa de tropezarme con su vida secreta. Pero la siguiente imagen me cortó la respiración. Era un primer plano del pecho del hombre. Tenía una cicatriz que yo conocía mejor que mi reflejo. Era de mi prometido, Luciano Carbone.

I fell for Don Lorenzo Moretti the second I saw him. Hard. As a mafia princess, I wasn't supposed to chase anyone. But for him, I swallowed my pride and made him my mission. A year later, he finally had me, pinning me to the bed as he moved inside me. His eyes were pure fire, and in that mo ment, they saw only me. For ten years, we were electric. We fucked in five-star hotels all over the world. We just fit. I was his lucky charm at the poker table. I took shots for him until I bled from my stomach. I even took a bullet for him. Then came our engagement party. Lorenzo left me standing there alone. Said something "came up." I went back to our apartment, only to find him kissing my stepsister, Juliana. That’s when I knew. He had always loved her. I was just a stand-in. He tried to explain, words tumbling out in a panicked rush, promising a bigger, better party to make up for it. A laugh, cold and hollow, died in my throat. I turned my back on him, pulled out my phone, and called my mother in Sicily. "I'll marry into the Romano family."

Minha melhor amiga, Maya, veio de Miami para passar a semana da minha despedida de solteira. Meus últimos dias de liberdade. Ela insistiu numa noite só de garotas para comemorar, pedindo todos os meus pratos favoritos por entrega. Ela me pediu para segurar o celular dela e esperar. Então o telefone acendeu. Uma mensagem de algum cara. Uma foto sem camisa. Texto: Preciso de você hoje à noite. Outra foto chegou em seguida. Brinquedos sexuais. Equipamentos de bondage, como saídos de um filme. Meu rosto queimava. Meu coração martelava contra as costelas. Eu tinha acabado de tropeçar na vida secreta dela. Mas a imagem seguinte fez meu sangue gelar. Um close no peito do homem. Uma cicatriz irregular que eu conhecia melhor do que o meu próprio reflexo. Pertencia ao meu noivo, Luciano Carbone.

My fated mate, Dexter, became the Alpha King when his brother died. He inherited the crown, the power… and his brother’s widowed mate, Jenica. All because I, a half-breed, had failed for years to give him a pureblood heir. He told me he had to mark Jenica, and the pain nearly shattered me. But he held me close, kissed my tears, and swore that his wolf, his fate, had chosen only me. That I would always be his one and only Luna. I believed him. And yet, he still spent every night in her bed. Then, Jenica became pregnant. While the pack celebrated, Dexter forced me from the Luna’s suite, all so her pup could be born into the pack’s purest lunar aura. As I felt our bond unravel thread by painful thread, I sent a final, coded message to a friend in the human world. “In four days, get me out.” That night, I made a choice. My time as his mate was over.

Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her—he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!

I got pregnant at the same time as Sabine, my blood-mate Draven’s first love. But her child wasn't his. It was a werewolf mongrel—the spawn of our clan's sworn enemy. To protect her, Draven claimed the mongrel as his own. He named it the heir to our clan. And my child, a true pureblood, was branded a bastard. By his own father. "Isolde," he gripped my hand, his golden eyes pleading. "Sabine is alone. The Elders will execute her. This is temporary. Trust me!" I was a fool. I believed him. While he was gone, escorting her to safety, his parents dragged me to the ritual chamber. They forced the cruel "Blood Purification" on me. By the time he returned, I was gone. And our child was dead.

WARNING: 95% Sex Content/1 She-Wolf Vs 5 Alphas Three years ago, my father betrayed my mother, shattering our lives and forcing us into exile. Now, at seventeen, everything is about to change. My mother has found a second chance—with none other than the famous Alpha Thomas Blackthorn of the powerful Blackridge Pack. She's ready to start over, and I have no choice but to follow her into this new world ruled by dominance, secrets, and desire. *** "I Promise," his voice scraped raw, "I won't fuck you. Not until your wolf wakes." His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, hooking under the lace of my panties. "But you'll help me before that." His body pinned me down, muscles taut, skin scorching. His knee wedged between them, forcing me open. Then his grip tightened, yanking my legs shut again— His cock, flushed and massive, pistoned through the tight clasp of my legs. The swollen head peeked out with every stroke, glistening, filthy. I snapped my eyes shut, but that only heightened everything else— The heat of him. The wet slap of skin. The way my body betrayed me, slick gathering where I shouldn't be wet, a traitorous throb building— Shame. Shame. Shame.

I am soulless, cruel, and have no heart. I do not feel anything when I take their souls. They deserve it as their souls are impure. These dirty humans have souls whereas, I, do not. I cannot contain my jealousy towards them as they can die as they please whereas, I, cannot. I was once a mere mortal who loved a Goddess but I was betrayed and turned into something beautiful but hideous for eternity as my soul left me and lie asleep for eternity somewhere in the dark abyss. My beauty is lethal as I can deceive my prey. I have lived far more than any human can apprehend and I cannot remember how it feels to be a human and this little girl, an innocent beauty, a mere mortal, I should loathe, take her soul, and leave her dead cold. But why am I hesitating? Her innocent blue eyes and her bright smile is illuminating my darkness. I, Endymion, am a soulless immortal, must take her filthy soul with no hesitation and regret...

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