Taming The Ruthless Billionaire Alpha

--- The Beast in the WoodsThe first scream didn’t sound human.Liana froze mid-step, her breath catching as the echo sliced through the pine-drenched night. She was already deep into the forest trail—a shortcut she’d taken a hundred times after her shifts at Pete’s Diner—but tonight felt... wrong. The air was too still. The moon, too full.She pulled her hoodie tighter and cursed under her breath. “Mind your business, Liana,” she muttered. “Get home. Don’t be the dumb girl in the horror movie.”But then she heard it again.A second scream. Definitely human this time. Followed by snarling—wet, animalistic, and close.She should’ve turned around. She almost did.But something pulled her forward. Not bravery. Not stupidity. Something else. A strange pull in her chest, like a magnet tugging her through the trees.She stepped off the trail.Branches slapped her face. Her boots slipped on damp leaves. The screaming had stopped—but the growls hadn’t. They were deeper now. Closer. And then

Heat RisingThe window didn’t open. Not even a crack.Liana cursed under her breath as she yanked at the heavy frame for the third time. Her fingers ached, her arms trembling with the effort, but it didn’t budge. The damn thing might as well have been welded shut.It was sealed tight, like everything else in this stone prison masquerading as a bedroom. No vents. No gaps. No breeze. Just thick, suffocating silence and walls that felt like they were closing in.What kind of sick billionaire builds a bedroom with no exit?Not a bedroom. A cage.She stepped back, chest heaving—not from fear this time, but from the mounting frustration that coiled in her belly like a spring about to snap. Every second she spent here felt like her freedom was unraveling thread by thread, tugged loose by invisible hands.“Think,” she muttered to herself, pacing the space like a restless animal. “You’ve slipped out of foster homes. Dodged cops. Stolen from store owners. Escaped worse than this.”But the words

---The Bite That BindsThe night was too quiet.Liana lay wide awake, wrapped in the heavy silence of Kael’s stone prison. The room was luxurious—velvet sheets, carved wood furniture, a fireplace that flickered low—but it felt like a coffin dressed in silk.She hadn’t seen Kael in hours. Not since the outburst. Not since the moment he almost—She shivered, and not from cold.Suddenly, she sat up. Something was wrong.She could feel it—like static in the air. A pulse. The hairs on her neck stood up. There was movement beyond the walls. Heavy. Fast.Then—CRASH.The door exploded inward.Not Kael.This creature was bigger. Bulkier. Eyes blood-red, fur matted with filth. A werewolf—but not like Kael. Wrong. Twisted.Liana screamed as it lunged.She scrambled over the bed just as claws ripped through the mattress where she’d been seconds before. Wood splintered. The beast snarled, drool dripping from jagged fangs.Oh god oh god oh god—She ran.Down the hall.Barefoot.No plan. Just surv

The Seer's warning Liana woke to the sound of rain.It drummed against the windows like a steady heartbeat, soft but relentless. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long shadows across the room. She was warm, wrapped in thick blankets, her shoulder still sore where Kael had marked her—but no longer throbbing. Just a quiet burn. A reminder.She sat up slowly, trying to piece together the events of the day before.Her escape. The bond rebellion. The rogues.Kael.He had carried her back to the mansion, silent and grim, his hands gentle despite the violence he’d unleashed. He hadn’t spoken after she’d passed out in his arms. Hadn’t touched her since.But she felt him.Even now, she could sense him somewhere in the house—frustrated, angry, pacing. The bond had opened a door she couldn’t close, and every second she existed now echoed in the space they unwillingly shared.She hated it.And yet… it comforted her, too.No. Don’t go soft now, Liana. You’re not his prize. You’re not

BENEATH THE SKIN Kael was unraveling. It began with the dreams. Blood and fire. Teeth and moonlight. A scream—hers. A growl—his. He woke drenched in sweat, claws half-shifted, eyes glowing silver in the dark. Each night, it grew worse. The bond pulled tighter. Each minute he spent apart from Liana gnawed at his sanity. He could smell her on the sheets, in the halls, in his skin. The scent of her had burned itself into his lungs. He breathed her. Craved her. He resisted. But his resistance had teeth now, and they were biting into him. The Alpha within snarled constantly, pacing, furious that his mate—his marked, claimed, chosen mate—was so close and yet so far. Kael couldn’t think. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t breathe without wanting her. She was poison and balm. And she was avoiding him. — Liana didn’t trust the quiet. It had been two days since the Seer’s warning and the presence in the house. Two days since Kael had kissed her like he was drowning, and she had kissed him ba