His Omega, His Punishment
“Hate was his mask. Love was his curse.”
“She hated him for ruining her. He loved her enough to burn the world.”
She was accused of murder.
He forced her into marriage.
And in his arms, love feels like punishment.
Clara Carter thought she was nothing more than an unwanted omega—until Alpha Taehyung Blackwood dragged her into a nightmare. Blamed for her bestfriend Lisa’s death, Clara is forced into a bond she never wanted, bound to the ruthless Alpha who vows to make her life worse than hell.
Once, she had secretly loved him. Now, she fears him. His cruelty, his punishments, his merciless dominance—Clara believes the man she adored has become her devil.
But behind Taehyung’s fury lies a secret darker than blood. Lisa wasn’t Clara’s savior—she was her enemy. And Lisa’s father, the true murderer, still hunts Clara in the shadows. To protect her, Taehyung caged her, accused her, and destroyed anyone who dared to touch her. Even if it meant becoming the monster she hated.
When the truth is revealed, Clara must face the hardest choice of all: to forgive the Alpha who ruined her, or to let vengeance consume them both.
A dark tale of betrayal, obsession, and forbidden love, The Accused Luna will take you into a world where hate and desire blur, and where even the devil has a heart.
Basahin
Chapter: You’ll never be alone again.Taehyung’s POV Clara stirred in my arms with a soft, broken sound. A whimper. Barely there, like the rustle of leaves in a dying breeze—but it carved through me like a blade, sharp and unyielding, slicing open the raw wound of what I'd done to her. My body went rigid, every muscle coiling in instinctive protection, my wolf pacing restlessly in the cage of my chest, urging me to soothe, to claim, to shield. I froze, breath held in my lungs, afraid even the whisper of air might frighten her further... afraid of losing that tiny thread of connection, the one that meant she was coming back to me from the abyss I'd helped push her toward. Her fingers twitched against my chest, curling weakly into the fabric of my shirt—damp from her earlier tears, clinging to my skin like a second layer of guilt. The motion was feeble, as if her body were testing the waters of wakefulness, unsure if it was safe to surface. I could feel the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my palm where it rested on her
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Wake up to me, love.Taehyung’s POV The moment the pack began to disperse—still buzzing, still whispering Clara’s name like a prayer they didn’t deserve to say—I turned on my heel. My wolf was already pacing inside me, claws scraping, breath ragged. Mate. Go to mate. Now. I didn’t stop Kai when he tried to speak. I didn’t look back when James started screaming again. I didn’t acknowledge Lisa’s broken sobs. None of them mattered. Only she did. Only Clara. I strode through the corridors of the mansion, boots hitting the stone so hard the sound echoed like distant thunder. The halls were quiet, washed in pale morning light, but every servant who saw me stepped aside immediately—heads bowed, throats bared. They could feel the storm rolling off me. The fear. The fury. The love I refused to name. I reached our chambers and paused at the door only for a second—only long enough to breathe. Because I needed to be steady when I walked in. For her. For my Luna. I pushed the door open quietly.
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Chapter: She framed Clara—gods, she framed her… Taehyung’s POV Dawn carved itself over the packlands like a blade—cold, sharp, merciless. Mist clung low to the ground as if the earth itself was holding its breath. Hundreds of wolves stood gathered in the central grounds, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder. Betas in their dark leathers, omegas wrapped in shawls against the morning chill, elders leaning on carved staffs. All of them had come because their Alpha ordered it. And because whispers had already filled the night like wildfire. Lisa arrested—alive. James taken in chains. Something terrible has been uncovered. I stood on the raised stone platform at the center, the Alpha’s cloak heavy on my shoulders. Kai stood at my right, expression carved from granite. Two enforcers waited on my left with iron-silver chains that rattled every time the wind shifted. Only Clara was missing. Still unconscious in our chambers. Still sleeping under the spell I gave her. I forced the thought away. She’d wake safe. She’d wake to trut
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-12
Chapter: I'll see you ruined for this!Taehyung’s POV Next day, Lisa still dangled from the chains bolted to the ceiling, her wrists raw and bleeding where the iron bit into her skin. She'd been stripped down to a tattered shift, the fabric clinging to her oil-slicked body like a second skin, translucent and mocking her former poise. Her once-perfect curls hung in limp, greasy strands, framing a face smeared with running mascara and the fresh bloom of bruises from the rough handling of my betas. She twisted futilely, her bare feet slipping in the oily puddle beneath her, toes curling against the cold stone as if seeking purchase in a world that had already slipped away.Her eyes—those calculating, emerald eyes that had once ensnared half the pack with their false innocence—were wide now, pupils blown with terror. The gag I'd ordered stuffed into her mouth muffled her whimpers into pathetic, wet gurgles, but I could still hear the desperation in them, the raw plea for mercy she didn't deserve. Oil dripped from her hair, sp
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-12
Chapter: It’s gonna be your last day, Lisa.Taehyung’s POV We lay tangled in the aftermath, a wreckage of limbs and labored breaths, the air heavy with the scent of us—sweat-slicked skin, spent passion, and the faint, metallic tang of tears long dried. Clara’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy, absent patterns over the scars that mapped my ribs like a warrior’s chronicle. The bond hummed between us, a low, sated purr that knit our frayed edges closer, but even in this fragile peace, shadows lingered at the periphery—Lisa’s ghost, my father’s rot, the blood debt that demanded payment.I pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, tasting salt and solace, and shifted carefully, easing her onto the pillows with a reverence that bordered on worship. “Stay,” I murmured, though she was already boneless, eyes half-lidded in that hazy glow of release. She hummed, a soft, trusting sound that twisted something fierce in my gut—vindication and vow all at once. I’d mend this. Starting now.The basin by the hearth held warmed wate
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-09
Chapter: Make me forget everything but this.Taehyung's POV Her hands trembled as they slid to the laces at her neck, fumbling with them until I batted them away gently, taking over with steady fingers. “Let me,” I insisted, voice a low growl softened by awe. The silk parted like a secret unveiled, straps slipping down her shoulders to pool at her waist, baring her to the fire’s glow. Gods, she was breathtaking—devastating in her vulnerability, every curve and hollow a testament to the strength she’d forged in silence. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, nipples pebbling in the cool air, and I couldn’t resist; I cupped one gently, thumb circling the peak with feather-light pressure, drawing a gasp from her that arrowed straight to my core.“Tae...” Her voice was a plea, threaded with need, her head falling back to expose more of her throat, an instinctive submission that twisted my heart even as it stoked the fire in my veins.“I’ve got you,” I promised, leaning in to take the hardened bud into my mouth, tongue s
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-07
The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession
The Billionaire’s Sex Diet Obsession
“He doesn’t believe in love. He only believes in sex—and now, she’s the one he can’t resist.”
Alexander Voss is ruthless, rich, and dangerously irresistible. To the world, he is the untouchable billionaire CEO of Voss Enterprises. Cold. Calculated. Untamed. But behind his sharp suits and piercing eyes lurks a darker hunger. For Alexander, sex isn’t romance—it’s survival. His life is ruled by a strict diet of desire: no strings, no emotions, only raw, addictive pleasure.
Then comes Elena Hayes.
She’s young, broke, and drowning in desperation. With her mother in the final stages of cancer and hospital bills threatening to destroy her, Elena believes landing an internship at Voss Enterprises will be her salvation. Instead, it throws her into the path of a man whose obsessions are as dangerous as his power.
One late-night encounter sparks the unthinkable.
One dangerous proposition changes her life.
One contract binds her innocence to his darkest cravings.
He offers her money. She offers her body. Neither expects obsession to take root. But the more he tastes, the more he craves. Alexander—who once controlled everything—finds his carefully measured “sex diet” spiraling out of control.
Because one taste of Elena was never enough.
Now, she is more than temptation. She is the addiction he cannot escape. And as desire turns into dangerous obsession, Elena realizes it won’t just be her body at risk… it will be her heart.
Basahin
Chapter: Let me feel you shatter.Elena's POVHis lips met mine in that kiss, hungry and unyielding, his body shifting over me like a shadow claiming the light. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress, solid and reassuring, his skin still damp from the shower, radiating heat that seeped into my bones. I arched up instinctively, my breasts brushing his chest, nipples pebbling against the friction. "Sir," I murmured against his mouth, the word a tease wrapped in surrender, knowing it would ignite him.Alexander growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me as he broke the kiss to trail his lips down my jaw, my neck, pausing at the collar he'd given me. His fingers hooked under the leather, tugging gently but firmly, a reminder of ownership that sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling between my thighs. "That's right," he rasped, his breath hot against my skin. "My good girl. My love." The tenderness in his voice clashed deliciously with the dominance in his touch, and I melted under it, legs parting as h
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Might earn you a spanking.Elena's POVHis eyes widened for a fraction of a second, surprise flickering through the steam-clouded air, before something deeper took hold—relief, joy, a raw vulnerability that mirrored my own. Alexander Voss, the unshakeable billionaire, looked utterly undone by three little words. His hands stilled on my skin, the soap forgotten as water pounded around us like applause from the universe."Elena..." He breathed my name like a prayer, cupping my face with both hands, thumbs tracing the rivulets streaming down my cheeks—tears mixing with shower spray. "Say it again. Please.""I love you," I repeated, louder this time, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest. I pressed my palms to his chest, feeling the thunder of his heart under the slick heat. "I've been falling since that first night, fighting it because of the contract, the power imbalance, all of it. But it's you, Alexander. The way you command a room but kneel for me in private. The dominance that breaks me open and the
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-09
Chapter: You. Makes me wet just thinking about it.Clara's POV "But tonight, devouring means savoring. Means drawing this out until you're begging not for release, but for more of me. All of me." The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, my thighs pressing together slickly. He noticed—of course he did—and rolled us so I was on my back, his body covering mine, but his weight was careful, supported on his forearms as if he didn't want to overwhelm, only envelop. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point where a faint bruise from last night lingered, purple and tender under his lips. "Does this hurt?" he whispered, his voice rough but threaded with concern, his breath fanning hot over the mark. "A little," I admitted, threading my fingers through his thick hair, holding him there as I arched my neck for more. "But I like it. Reminds me of you—of how you lose control when I push you. Makes me wet just thinking about it." He groaned, the sound vibrating against my skin, and nipped at my earlobe, teeth
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-09
Chapter: You want to devour me whole.Elena's POVThat night unfolded like a secret we were both afraid to name, a fragile bloom in the aftermath of our storm. Alexander led me to the bedroom with a hand at the small of my back, his touch light but insistent, guiding without pulling, as if he knew one wrong move might shatter the quiet we'd stumbled into. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the world's relentless hum, and in the hush that followed, I felt the weight of what this could be—what it already was—pressing against my ribs like a held breath.The candles from last night were relit, their flames flickering to life one by one under his careful hands. He moved with a deliberate grace, the soft amber glow catching the sharp edges of his profile, turning the hard lines of his jaw and the hollows of his cheeks into something almost ethereal. Shadows danced across the walls, softening the stark modernity of his penthouse bedroom—the sleek black headboard, the expanse of glass overlooking the glittering city sky
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-09
Chapter: I just… didn’t expect this side of you.Elena’s POV The keycard felt heavy in my palm.Too small for how big the meaning was. Too metallic for how warm his intention had been. Too dangerous for how easily I could say yes.I stared at it, breath shallow.Alexander watched me like a man waiting for a verdict he would not accept if it wasn’t the one he wanted.Before I could say anything—before the emotion bubbling in my chest could spill out—he reached for my hand.“Come here,” he said softly.His fingers wrapped around mine, firm but not demanding, and he led me toward the living room. The morning sun cast warm stripes of gold across the marble floor, and for the first time since I stepped into this penthouse two weeks ago, it didn’t feel like a cage.It felt like… quiet.Safe.He guided me to the couch and gently nudged me to sit. The same couch he’d taken me on yesterday, but today his touch felt different. Tender. Intentional.Not claiming.Caring.He crouched in front of me, and for a moment, his height didn’t feel towe
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-07
Chapter: Today… I’m taking care of you.Elena’s POV — The Next DayThe first thing I felt was soreness.Not the sharp kind, but the heavy, humming ache that lives deep in the muscles—an echo of pleasure, of possession. Every shift reminded me of yesterday… and the day before that… and him.The second thing I felt was the bed.Cold.Empty.I blinked into the soft morning light. Alexander wasn’t there. Again.A thread of something tight and dangerous wound in my chest. Need? Fear? Maybe both.His side of the bed was unmade, a dent in the pillow, but no scent of coffee this time. No clinking pans. No low hum of him moving through the penthouse.It was too quiet.I sat up slowly, wincing as my thighs protested. The sheets slid off me, revealing last night’s marks—reddened skin from the flogger, faint rope imprints on my wrists, and bruises shaped exactly like his fingers. Small, almost artistic. Almost gentle.Claims.I pulled on his shirt again—his scent clinging to the cotton like a promise—and padded out into the living room
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-07
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother
Tamed by the Devil Stepbrother
Nolan Carter is everything Clara Bennett despises—cocky, cruel, and sinfully irresistible. On campus, he’s the untouchable golden boy: captain of the team, the star every professor favors, and the devil every girl wants in her bed. And Nolan gives them exactly what they crave. One night. No promises. No emotions. Just filthy satisfaction. His harem of willing admirers proves he doesn’t need to lift a finger—women fall at his feet.
But behind that perfect smile hides venom. Nolan has no love for his new “family.” He hates Clara’s mother for marrying his father, and he hates Clara even more—for invading his world, stealing space in his home, and daring to defy him.
Clara isn’t like the girls who line up outside his door. She’s sharp-tongued, stubborn, and immune to his charms—or at least she pretends to be. Nolan delights in breaking her down, tormenting her with cutting remarks, cruel games, and dark whispers meant to ruin her reputation. Everywhere Clara goes, Nolan lurks—reminding her she doesn’t belong, reminding her he’s in control.
But the more he pushes, the more the lines blur. Hatred burns hot, and desire burns hotter. Clara swears she’ll never fall for him, never be just another notch in his bedpost. Nolan swears he’ll never want her, never crave the one girl who dares to fight back.
Yet temptation is a dangerous game. Because when the devil stepbrother sets his sights on you… you either burn, or you break.
And Clara is about to discover what happens when hate becomes hunger—when the boy who torments her decides she’s the only sin he can’t resist.
Basahin
Chapter: And yes... first time.Clara’s POVThe flight attendant’s voice cut gently through the cabin, announcing cruising altitude in a tone that suggested comfort, routine—safety. I hated it. Nothing about this felt safe. The hum of the engines was a constant drone, vibrating through the seat and into my bones, a mechanical lullaby that did nothing to quiet the storm in my head. I kept my forehead pressed to the window until the cold numbed my skin, staring down at the endless sea of clouds below, white and fluffy like whipped cream on a dessert I no longer had an appetite for. They looked so soft, so inviting, but I knew better—up here, they were just vapor, insubstantial and fleeting. Kind of like the future I'd just thrown away.Somewhere below, buried under that fluffy deception, the life I knew kept breathing without me. Somewhere below, Nolan was waking up to a morning without my body curled against his back, without my hair tickling his chin, without the quiet ritual of coffee we never skipped—no matter how
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-21
Chapter: sometimes love isn’t enough.Clara’s POVGoodbye.The word didn’t sound real when it left his mouth.It didn’t land. It didn’t echo.It haunted.It followed Nolan out the door like a ghost with unfinished business, clinging to the walls, the air, the cracked floorboards of the apartment we’d called home for less than a year and somehow forever. The door closed softly behind him—no slam this time, no rage. Just finality.The lock clicked.That sound broke something in me.I stood there long after his footsteps faded down the hall, arms wrapped tightly around myself, fingers digging into my sleeves as if I could physically hold my heart in place. My chest burned, hollow and tight at the same time, like something vital had been ripped out but left bleeding.“Don’t,” I whispered to no one.Don’t leave like that.Don’t mean it.But he already had.The apartment felt wrong without him. Too quiet. Too still. The refrigerator hummed loudly, obnoxiously, like it didn’t understand what had just happened. Nolan’s jacket sti
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-19
Chapter: Goodbye, then.Clara’s POVThe dreams twisted like vines in the dark, choking me with visions of Nolan’s face—his eyes pleading, then hardening into accusation as he walked away again and again. In one, we were back in the mansion, the night of the discovery, but this time he didn’t fight; he just turned his back, disappearing into the shadows while Mom and Dad laughed, their voices echoing like thunder. I woke gasping, tangled in the sheets, the room pitch black except for the faint glow of streetlights seeping through the blinds. My phone read 3:17 a.m., the screen a harsh reminder of the world marching on without us. No messages from him. The silence was a void, sucking me in, making the apartment feel vast and empty despite its cramped size.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, the dried tears cracking on my skin like old paint. The pillow still held his shape, a dent where his head had rested that morning, and I traced it with my fingers, a futile attempt to summon him back. How had it come to this? Two
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-17
Chapter: I’m going to Italy.Clara's POV “I’m leaving,” I said, the words tumbling out flat and final, devoid of the emotion churning inside me. Silence. The kind that roars, sucking the oxygen from the room. He stared at me, processing, his blue eyes widening slightly as the meaning sank in. “Leaving… like—tonight? What are you talking about? Clara, if this is about the neighbors complaining again or the shower crapping out, we can fix it. Hell, with this new job, we can start looking for a better place. Something with actual hot water and walls that don't broadcast our... activities.” He tried for a joke, a weak smile tugging at his lips, but it died when he saw my face—unyielding, tears already pricking at the corners of my eyes. “I’m going to Italy.” The words tasted foreign, rehearsed, like lines from a script I never wanted to read. “Florence. The Accademia di Belle Arti. A full scholarship. Room, board, everything covered. It's... it's the opportunity of a lifetime.” His face drained of color, the he
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-15
Chapter: Hey. What’s wrong?Clara’s POVThe apartment smelled like victory when Nolan walked in—fresh coffee from the corner shop he loved, mixed with the faint tang of rain on his jacket from the drizzle outside. He'd texted me on his way back: "Nailed it! Bringing celebratory lattes. Love you." My phone had buzzed on the kitchen table while Mom and Dad hovered like vultures in the living room, their presence turning our cozy haven into a pressure cooker. I'd deleted the text without replying, my fingers trembling, as if erasing it could erase what was coming.He was standing by the kitchen counter now, jacket still zipped up halfway, keys tossed into the ceramic bowl we'd picked out at a flea market last month—the one shaped like a wonky heart, a joke about our "twisted" love. The clatter of the keys was too bright, too normal for the storm brewing in my chest. Nolan turned when he heard my footsteps, that grin already breaking across his face, open and boyish and devastating. His hair was tousled from the win
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-15
Chapter: I'll end it with Nolan.Clara's POV Dad's words hung in the air like a guillotine blade, sharp and final, slicing through the fragile bubble Nolan and I had built in this rundown apartment. The bedroom felt even smaller now, the walls closing in, the rumpled sheets behind me a mocking reminder of the passion we'd shared just hours ago—Nolan's body over mine, his whispers of forever echoing in my ears. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched the panic rising in my throat. Disown him? Ruin his life? The thought twisted like a knife in my gut, visions flashing: Nolan broke and jobless, his dreams crushed because of me, because of us. I loved him—God, I loved him more than anything—but was that love worth destroying him?I stared at Dad—Nolan's father, my stepfather—his steel-gray eyes unyielding, the same eyes that had looked at me with a mix of pride and stern guidance since he married my mom years ago. Now they were cold, calculating, a stepfather's desperation turned weapon. Mom—my
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-12
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