Chapter: Chapter 5Melissa's POV.It is already traumatic being objectified at every turn in school, and losing Xander is going to break me even more.I spent days in my bedroom, wallowing in regret about how I should have stopped myself.Xander avoided me completely, he wouldn't even utter a word, and every bit of silence added more fuel to my remorseful heart.I just want to talk to Xander again. I want things to go back to normal. And I am not going to give up on that so easily.Xander frowns, his chest heaving, “Don't make me force you out of here.”“If that's what'll make you get back to being friends with me then do it!” I fired back, ignoring the knotty feeling in my stomach.With that, Xander charges forward, and a hard lump forms in my throat.He grabs either side of my arms, bringing his body closer to mine. Having his bare chest so close to mine makes my cheeks flush.He was too close. So close that I found it difficult to think.Xander lets out a low grunt, a sound that makes my thighs ti
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Chapter: Chapter 4Xander's POV It's been three days since the incident at prom yet I am unable to get it out of my mind.It’s not an attraction to her.It’s the fear that what happened might destroy the healthy, strong bond we’ve built.Melissa knew of the promises yet she broke them without thinking twice.And I hate how good it felt, because now I fear that I might cross the lines if I am ever alone with her.And that's why I'll be keeping my distance away from her for as long as I can. Plus, I have a broken relationship to fix–more like a broken talking stage though.I wonder if Tricia is still pissed about the rumor being spread. I sigh deeply, adjusting my white shirt and gift bag in hand as I approach her apartment.The door is slightly open and that instantly makes my pulse quicken.‘Did a thief break in?’ I wonder and the thought of that happening made me charge in, ready to protect my girl.But the living room looked rather peaceful to have a thief around.The air smelled like cookies and w
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Chapter: Chapter 3Melissa's POV.My heart stops for a second and that makes me freeze.Xander has never threatened to cut ties with me, and since he's threatening to do that now, I know he means business.But is it worth our friendship to be mocked continuously by everyone in school? I mean, he has always been the cool kid, and I've been nothing of the sort.Shouldn't he at least be understanding right now? It's not like it's easy for me either.“Really? You're seriously going to do this right now?”“I told you to leave.”“And then become the next new topic of the school? Got any idea what it's like to be taunted everywhere you go?” I ask, my tone now laced with hurt from the days of bullying that I've been forced to endure.“No one's going to talk about it if you decide not to do it.” He says flatly. I'm standing now, staring Xander down with twitched brows, “How do you not see that not doing this right now would only attract shame to me? Ever stopped to notice how everyone here treats me like I'm an
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Chapter: Chapter 2Melissa's POV.“Suck Jeremy off.”The room breaks out in gasps and murmurs as everyone exchanges glances with each other. “Are you being serious?” I ask, hoping Briella is cracking a cruel joke.She scoffs, “Are you going to do it or not?”My lips part but no words come out. How the hell am I supposed to do something this insane to a random guy? Hell, if I even do as much as consider this, everything–my morals, my reputation, my social life– everything will get ruined.And I know that's what Briella wants.But I didn't think she'd go this far just to get that.“I'm not doing it. You know better than–”“Oh please!” She cuts me off.“Don't try to talk your way out of this. Ain't nobody interested in having a moral police at a game alright?” She snaps, rolling her eyes.I scoff, “Last time I checked, I could decide whether or not I want to do something. Or have you suddenly become my mother?” The room breaks out in small chuckles– a reaction that makes Briella’s freckled cheeks burn r
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Chapter: Chapter 1Melissa's POV.“Beg for it.” My eyes close on impulse as my mind slips into the fourth daydream. “Xan..Xander please,” I beg as he inserts himself deeper into me.“That’s a good girl,” he grunts, slapping his thighs against my ass with another hard thrust.I whimper softly, arching my back, “Please…fuck me,” I moan, loving how my biker boyfriend isn't going easy on me.He thrusts harder, spanking my ass and fondling my breasts simultaneously. I don't realize when I close my eyes to savor the feeling, forgetting I'm bent over a bike in a lonely park.My heating body is rippling with pleasure, my legs are shaking, and I can feel his groans growing louder and then–“MELISSA!” A familiar voice startles me from the background.I almost fell out of the chair.I quickly throw the book under the table, turning around with wide eyes.And there he was.My forbidden attraction.6ft of pure temptation, green-eyes that have my body heating up from a stare, and the slickest, shiniest black hair
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Chapter: Forever (Amelia's POV)"One year later, and I still can't believe this is my office."I smiled, watching Adrian from my seat at the head of the conference table. He wasn't just my husband; he was the COO of Strategic Operations at Hayes Corp, and his presence had fundamentally changed the company. He was currently leading a complex negotiation, his voice calm, his focus absolute. He wore power not like a costume, but like a natural extension of his mind.The glass walls of the boardroom offered a stunning view of the city—a city we had fought a war to stabilize. Lucia’s laughter, a bright, clear sound, drifted in from the adjacent, childproofed executive lounge. She was playing with a massive building block set, thriving in the predictable, loving structure we had built.A Legacy of LoveI pushed the latest financial report aside. The numbers were strong—stronger than they had been under my father's often-reckless ambition. Adrian had brought integrity and discipline to the corporate structur
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Chapter: A New Ring (Dual POV)"It's just us, Amelia. No judges, no cameras, no contracts."I murmured the words to Amelia as we stood on the balcony of our penthouse, the city lights spread out below us like scattered jewels. The evening air was cool, scented with the promise of a future we had earned through sheer will. We had just returned from a small, intimate dinner celebrating the final successful transfer of all reclaimed Hayes assets. The business was done. The fight was won.Part I: Adrian (The Vow)I held her close, feeling the steady, strong beat of her heart against my chest. This moment was crucial. The diamond ring she wore, the one I placed on her finger under the judge's watchful eye, was a symbol of the contract, a reminder of the lie that had brought us together. I needed to replace that memory, publicly and permanently."Do you remember the night we stood here, the first week of the contract?" I asked, my voice low. "We were two terrified people, pretending to be married, sharing secr
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Chapter: The Hayes-Cole Legacy (Amelia's POV)"I think we just stabilized the stock price by holding hands."I murmured the observation, looking across the conference table at Adrian. We were in the process of finalizing the quarter's strategic report. The market had reacted fiercely and positively to the formal announcement of Adrian as the new COO of Strategic Operations at Hayes Corp. His name, once a liability, was now an asset, backed by the implicit financial strength of the Cole Dynasty."The market responds to confidence, Mrs. Cole," Adrian replied, his voice low with quiet satisfaction. He pushed a binder across the table. "And confidence is precisely what we're going to give them. I've finished the risk assessment review for the next five years."The binder contained his vision, a cold, clear, brilliant analysis of the company's future. It was focused not just on profit, but on structural integrity and ethical defense."This is aggressive, Adrian," I said, flipping through the pages. "You're recommending
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Chapter: The Scars of the past(Adrian's POV) "You're quiet, Mr. Cole. The world is safe, but you look like you're still fighting."Amelia's voice, soft and knowing, pulled me from the dark loop in my head. We were sitting on the terrace of our penthouse, the quiet of the night a stark contrast to the chaos of the past year. Lucia was asleep, the company was stable, and the legal battles were over. Yet, the adrenaline in my veins refused to dissipate."I am still fighting it," I admitted, turning to look at her. "I'm fighting the memory of the rage."The Weight of the ViolenceI had to tell her the rest of it, the part I still carried like a physical wound."You know I broke that man's arm to protect you," I continued, my voice low and heavy. "But you don't know the feeling, Amelia. The absolute necessity of the violence. It was cold, immediate, and utterly efficient. When I broke that arm, I felt nothing but a dark satisfaction. And that scares me, because that's what Branwyn and the others felt all the time.""Y
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Chapter: A True Honeymoon Amelia’s POV "Pack light. No phones. No secrets."I pressed the simple instructions into Adrian’s hand along with a plane ticket. We had won the custody battle, dismantled Lyra’s network, and stabilized Hayes Corp with the Cole merger. The chaos was over. It was time for the real beginning."Where are we going, Mrs. Cole?" Adrian asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and surprise."Somewhere without lawyers, board meetings, or assassins," I replied, pulling him close. "Somewhere we can finally have the honeymoon we were cheated out of. A honeymoon born of love, not contract."Escape to SanityThe destination was a private villa tucked away on a secluded Mediterranean coast. It was the antithesis of the cold, sterile hotel suite where our marriage began. The air smelled of salt and jasmine, and the only sound was the gentle, rhythmic crash of the waves.We shed our professional armor instantly. No suits, no strategy, no guarded language. We were just Amelia and Adrian, two people
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Chapter: Corporate Takedown (Adrian's POV)"Lyra’s empire ends today, Julius. Hit every account."I stood in Julius Anderson's private operations room, the tension replaced by cold, absolute focus. The final court ruling had given us peace, but the corporate war wasn't finished. Lyra, even in prison, still controlled the intricate network of shell corporations—the Aegis Acquisitions Group—that held the stolen Hayes assets."We have the authorization, Adrian," Julius confirmed, tapping his screen. "The court's final ruling, combined with the criminal evidence we collected from Brandon and the traitor, grants us a complete asset recovery mandate. I'm initiating the freeze and seizure on three continents simultaneously.""We need to guarantee nothing leaks," I stated, watching the screens. "Lyra and her lawyers are desperate. They'll try a last-minute wire transfer.""The moment I hit the command, every bank is notified, and every key account is locked. This is airtight. We are dismantling Aegis, not just freezing
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The Crippled Masked Alpha
Anya thought she would become the new Alpha leader, but on that special night, everything was taken from her. Her boyfriend, Caleb, who was supposed to be her partner, said no to her in front of everyone and chose her sister, Seraphina, instead. Then, her father signed a paper that sold Anya's whole future.
Anya's new groom is the mean and scary leader, Alpha Ronan Thorne. People call him the "Night God" because he rules a huge pack. The rumors say he was badly hurt in a war that he is crippled and his face is messed up. No woman wants to marry him. Anya's family is happy, thinking a marriage with her will make Ronan fail, so they can get a big reward from the King.
But when Anya arrives at Ronan's dark house, she finds a man who is not broken at all. Ronan’s eyes burn with cold anger, and his power is very much intact. He knows exactly why her family sent her. As Anya tries to find out the truth about his injuries and save her sick brother, she realizes she hasn't just been sent to a prison, but to the middle of a much bigger, scarier game.
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Chapter: The Final Betrayal [Anya’s POV]The armored escape car sped away from the glittering, shattered chaos of the Crystalwood Ballroom. The adrenaline that had fueled my voice during the scream and my body during the retreat was now receding, leaving me shaking, weak, and cold. I was no longer the frightened Luna, but I wasn't entirely the fearless partner either. My heart hammered against the cold obsidian of the Band on my finger, marking the frantic rhythm of survival.Ronan sat beside me, no longer the crippled figure, but a man coiled tight with controlled power. He hadn't spoken since we left the perimeter, his focus entirely on the reports coming through the comms. Alaric was in the driver’s seat, his face a mask of granite, coordinating the cleanup and the official story for the media (the official line would be a "rogue pack disturbance," protecting Ronan's lie for now).The silence was suffocating. I needed to act before the shock paralyzed me. I reached into my hand and pulled out the small, damp
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Chapter: The Decoy and the escape [Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The impact of the sniper’s shot, a sharp, muffled CRACK! was followed by the sickening sound of plaster and glass showering onto the velvet carpet. I lay low behind the toppled velvet partition, my heart hammering a furious rhythm against my ribs. I was breathing hard, the transition from the defeated cripple to the combat-ready Alpha having cost me valuable cover. My physical strength was exposed to any high-level Vorlag agent still active in the room.The immediate conflict was absolute. I had time for two objectives: secure the intelligence (Caleb) and ensure my Luna’s safety. The sniper, who was neutralized moments later by Alaric's perimeter teams, was a secondary concern."Sniper down! Alpha, what is your status?" Alaric's voice screamed through the comms, laced with panic."Containment," I bit out, my voice rough. "Caleb is the priority. He's at the main doors."Anya's scream, her brilliant, life-saving shriek of "Fire!", had bought me the necessary s
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Chapter: The Aftermath of the LieChapter 30: The Aftermath of the Lie[Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The air in the Crystalwood Ballroom tasted like burnt gunpowder and panicked adrenaline. I stood, breathing hard, concealed partially by the heavy velvet curtain where the sniper had just been neutralized. My cover, the carefully maintained facade of the "crippled Alpha" was compromised, but my life, and the political document Anya had secured, were intact. The immediate conflict was absolute: I had to revert to the cripple before any remaining witness could confirm my strength."Alpha!" Alaric’s voice was a sharp hiss in my comms. "Containment is active! Get back in the chair! Now!"I didn't argue. With a silent curse, I forced my powerful legs to transition, pushing myself back into the abandoned wheelchair. I slumped my shoulders, letting my head hang slightly, immediately adopting the posture of a man severely weakened by the shock of the attack. The speed of my recovery was irrelevant; the visual evidence was eve
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Chapter: The Sniper and the Subterfuge [Anya’s POV]The ballroom had dissolved into a sea of confused faces and panicked whispers the moment Ronan began his loud, deliberate "coughing fit." His display of critical health was the perfect diversion, buying me the few precious seconds I needed to cross the floor. My heart hammered against the cold stone of the Obsidian Band on my finger, a relentless drumbeat marking the final minutes before midnight.I moved against the flow of the crowd, weaving past terrified society women and bewildered pack leaders who were rushing toward the perceived source of danger, Ronan’s collapsing form. I was a phantom in the emerald gown, my focus absolute, my eyes fixed on the shadows beneath the elevated balcony. I could still hear the frantic, muffled noise of Ronan's staged collapse, followed by the sound of the wheelchair crashing away, a sound I knew meant he had deployed his own powerful legs. He’s standing. He’s moving. I have to secure the sniper before he exposes himself.My only i
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Chapter: The Final Ten Minutes [Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The subtle nod Caleb gave the figure on the balcony was the clock striking midnight. The charade was over. The game had accelerated from surveillance to immediate execution. I felt Anya’s grip tighten on the handles of my wheelchair, her body tensing as she registered the finality of the threat.The immediate conflict was clear: I had to move from the "crippled Alpha" to a fighting Alpha without alerting the hundred terrified civilians or giving Caleb the advantage. I had to secure Anya and eliminate the sniper before the main doors locked at midnight. Ten minutes."Water," I rasped, my voice weak and strained, playing the final, critical act for the observers closest to us. "I need water, Anya. My chest... it's tightening."Anya, recognizing the code, leaned down, her emerald gown shielding our faces from the immediate crowd. Her breath was warm against my ear. "Sniper confirmed, Alpha. Balcony, top tier. Caleb is moving toward the exit.""Secure the
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Chapter: The Ghost of the Past[Anya’s POV]My body was a beautifully engineered cage, confining my fury to a silent, constant hum beneath the surface of the emerald gown. I moved Ronan's wheelchair slowly through the crowded ballroom, my posture the picture of fragile, dutiful despair. The scent of champagne and political ambition was overwhelming, but I was focused entirely on maintaining the performance, the "grieving Luna" act that was necessary bait for Vorlag’s eyes. The smooth, cold Obsidian Band on my finger was the only physical reality, a constant reminder of the vow of focus I shared with the man in the mask.Then, the performance shattered.My eyes locked onto the main bar, near the opulent velvet curtains, and the blood drained from my face. Two people who, by all rights, should have been imprisoned or under house arrest, stood in the open, dressed in expensive civilian clothes, openly mocking Ronan’s security.Seraphina was at the center of a small, admiring circle of minor Alphas, draped in a sc
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