A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath
Alpha Kieran Arnulf has built his entire life on control. As the inexperienced ruler of Silvercrest, his polished wit is his only armor, hiding the restless, untouched man beneath. He's terrified of his own instincts, of the beast he keeps caged.
Then he arrives.
Alexei Basov. A tattooed, cocky, and devastatingly attractive rogue Alpha from a war-mongering pack. Alexei sees the fire Kieran tries so hard to hide. He’s a brawler, not a courtier, and he isn't interested in Kieran's position. He wants the man.
With every ‘accidental’ touch that feels like a brand, and every filthy promise whispered in his ear, Alexei is determined to shatter Kieran's icy control and show him what it feels like to let go and burn.
With traitors in his own council and enemies at the gates, Kieran is surrounded by danger. The only one he can trust is the one man he can't control.
Alexei is determined to be Kieran's shield, and to eventually claim his body and heart. No matter how hard the pretty prince fights him.
As the danger closes in, Kieran must decide what's more terrifying. The assassins trying to kill him, or the explosive, undeniable chemistry with the wolf who's already stolen his last shred of control.
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Chapter: Chapter 89 – The Weight of EyesAlexeiThe hall has never been this quiet during my time here.Kieran stands in the center of it. No throne. No raised dais. Just him on the flagstones, a few paces from the foot of the high table. Behind him is one empty chair, and behind that chair is me.My hands are loose at my sides. My stance says, relaxed. My wolf says, let me kill something
Last Updated: 2025-12-06
Chapter: Chapter 88 – Trial PreparationsKieranThe morning of the trial dawns grey and sharp.No dramatic storm. No symbolic sunburst. Just flat, colorless light leaking over the courtyard stones, like the sky is holding its breath with the rest of us.Marcus meets me outside the stairwell to the cells.“Alpha,” he says. His voice is as neutral as it ever gets. That’s how I know he’s tense.“
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Chapter: Chapter 87 – Pushing BoundariesAlexeiHis eyes flash. “You’re not nothing,” he says fiercely. “You’re not some… experiment I’ll move past when I’m bored.”“I know that,” I say.“Do you?” he presses.I shrug one shoulder. “Most days.”“Alexei-”“The logic is sound, Kieran,” I say, because if I don’t say
Last Updated: 2025-12-05
Chapter: Chapter 86 – The Line in the SandAlexeiThe problem with running morning drills in the main yard is that I can’t un-hear things.“Again!” I shout. “Shields up, feet apart. If my fist can fit between your boots, so can an enemy blade.”Groans. Shuffling. The clatter of wood on wood as they reset.Tarek mutters something rude under his breath. I smile, pleasantly, and smack his shield hard enough to rattle his teeth.“Use your legs, pup,” I say. “Or I’ll borrow them.” The line adjusts. It’s better, but still not
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Chapter: Chapter 85 – Invisible ArmorKieranI wake up sore and smug.The soreness I expected. My shoulders ache when I try to stretch them. My wrists protest when I flex my fingers. There’s a deep, satisfying heaviness in my muscles, the kind I usually only get from a day of drills or a week of anxiety.The smugness is new.I lie there for a moment, eyes still closed, taking inventory. Warmth at my back. A heavy arm slung over my waist. A broad chest pressed against my spine, rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.I’m wrapped in
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Chapter: Chapter 84 – Held DownAlexeiBy the time darkness settles over the keep, my body is tired.Training went well. Better than well. Shields up, feet where they should be, fewer idiots exposing their throats for no reason. Marcus even grunted something that might’ve been approval.It still doesn’t quiet my thoughts.I’ve already done the usual things to bleed it off. Drills. Sparring. A run around the ramparts in the cold air until my lungs burned. A long, scalding wash in the barracks bath to scrape the day off my shoulders.
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Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath
He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart.
Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of a ruthless pack, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him.
But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger.
The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty.
Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once.
He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need.
This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.
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Chapter: Chapter 201 – Blood Oath RenewedEliBlackthorn has never been this quiet.Not even the wind dares to whisper by the time the moon climbs to its full height. The air feels carved from silver and smoke.The courtyard has been cleared and ringed in torchlight. The brazier stands at its center, an old iron thing, carved with the same runes we all wear over our hearts. Someone polished it until it gleams.One by one, the pack gathers. Jace and Hazel first, their shoulders brushing as they take their place. Mara stands tall beside the flame, her face half-lit, half-shadow, the perfect commander even in peace. Vaughn’s here too, his Hollowrock wolves hanging back near the gates, silent and respectful.Ronan steps forward and the hush deepens. The light catches on his hair, the scar along his jaw, the metal clasp of his knife belt. He looks like something carved out of the mountain itself. Steady, eternal, a little terrifying.And somehow, mine.He gestures for me to join him and my feet move before my brain catches up. The
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: Chapter 200 – The Alpha’s AllyMaraPeace has a lot more paperwork than war. Stacks of it, that needs to be filed in triplicate.By the second week of relative calm, my desk looks like it’s trying to breed.There are requisitions from Hollowrock, reports from Silvercrest, border patrol updates, trade agreements, hunting permits, and an entire pile of anonymous suggestions about which packs we should ally with and what to demand from them.I’ve fought Redmaw raids with less aggravation.Eli says I should be grateful. “You wanted stability,” he told me yesterday, sprawling across my chair like he owns it. “This is what stability looks like. Boring. Bureaucratic. It’s up to you to make it sexy. Be creative. Create moments of joy. Maybe you can seduce Alpha Vaughn on your desk?”I threw a quill at his head, which he caught easily and called ‘proof of your deep affection for me.’He’s been more unbearable than usual since we got back. Ronan keeps him too busy to cause real trouble, but that doesn’t stop him from meddl
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Chapter: Chapter 199 – The Lesson of ControlJaceThe cold seeps into me from below. An unforgiving contrast to the furnace that burned between us before we were too tired to keep going and passed out in each others arms. It's not the biting cold of the storm anymore, but the deep, damp chill of the ancient stone radiating up through the thin blanket. My muscles are tight, humming with the thick, glorious ache of the aftermath.I open my eyes and the sight that meets me makes the breath still in my lungs. Hazel lies next to me, her body curled into mine, her skin catching the light of the dying fire. She’s perfectly exposed, and the sight of her drives a heavy, thick ache of possession through my groin. I prop my head up on an elbow, breathing deep, savoring the musk of sweat, sex, and rain that still clings to her. Even in slumber, I felt the victory, but now it burns with the heat of a thousand suns. The relentless wolf I unleashed has done its work. The General is back in charge for now, but the wolf’s satisfaction is abso
Last Updated: 2025-10-18
Chapter: Chapter 198 – FinallyHazelWhen he kisses me, it’s a collision. A violent, possessive claim that shatters the fragile composure I’ve been building for a year. His mouth should be declared a dangerous weapon. I lose my breath. I lose my name. For a moment all I can do is hold on to his shoulders in order to stay upright. My sanity is lost somewhere between us. He pulls back an inch, his dark eyes burning. “Still angry?”“Please kiss me again,” I beg in a whisper, the raw submission making my voice shake. I’m a strong, independent female. Unless Jace and nudity is involved apparently.He does, without hesitation. The second kiss is slower, deeper, the kind that rearranges your idea of what breathing is for. I’m so hot, I want to cast off the blanket covering me. I forget the actual fire until his large, rough palm slides up the back of my neck and the raw warmth of his skin outshines it. Every bit of snark deserts me at once. I am left bare. “Tell me to stop, Delta,” he says, voice rough with command. Not
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Chapter: Chapter 197 – The WatchtowerHazelWhen the rain starts sluicing down and it’s immediately obvious that the bridge will be flooded and impassable, I’ve already decided I’m going to kill Eli.Not quickly. Slowly. With paperwork. Because if there’s one thing that little fucker can’t stand, it’s tedium. Rain sheets across the ridge, swallowing the road behind us like a greedy beast. The old watchtower looms ahead, gray stone half-crumbled, its door hanging by one hinge. The ruinous isolation is not why I’m afraid to run in there. The being trapped with Jace in a confined space, all by ourselves, is a much more daunting prospect.Jace’s voice cuts through the downpour. “Get inside. Now.”He doesn’t shout. Authority just lives in his tone, heavy, absolute and unquestionable. I shoulder past him out of sheer spite, dripping water everywhere, and drop my pack with a rebellious thud. None of this is actually his fault, but somebody has to bear witness to how fucking pissed off I am.“Wonderful,” I mutter. “Trapped. Cold
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Chapter: Chapter 196 – A Trap of His Own MakingEliSome people meddle quietly. I prefer style.The morning feels too calm. The pack is busy rebuilding, Ronan’s being disgustingly competent, and I’m restless. I’ve already decided happiness shouldn’t be hoarded, now I just have to find a way to spread the joy. Specifically in Hazel and Jace’s direction. Anyone unfortunate enough to get stuck in a room with the two of them ends up feeling like they’ve walked into a lovers’ quarrel halfway through act two. Where the lovers in question are studiously ignoring each other. It’s unhealthy.So, naturally, I take it upon myself to fix it.It takes a bit of wrangling to get all the pieces into place, and a hell of a lot is riding on the weather doing what it’s supposed to, but by mid-morning the ball is rolling.Hazel needs to pick up a supply delivery from Hollowrock. A handful of barrels stored near the old watchtower halfway down the ridge road. Normally, she’d drag two juniors with her. Today, she’s getting Jace.She doesn’t know that y
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Chapter: Chapter 146 – All the Little ThingsSophiaSix months later, the city feels like a different place. Or maybe it’s just me.The book sits heavy in my lap, its cover glossy, my name embossed in silver letters. Glass Houses: The Rise and Fall of Elena Vasquez. It feels strange, holding the story of the last year in my hands, bound and permanent, when so much of it felt like smoke and mirrors at the time. It’s called a bestseller now and award committees whisper my name. But all I can think about is how Marrin trembled on the stand, how Herbert sweated through his wire, how Elena smiled as if the walls were collapsing around someone else.The cost of truth doesn’t fit neatly between two covers. But it’s there, invisible ink only I can see.Marcus reads it sometimes when he thinks I’m asleep. I catch him with the lamp on, brow furrowed, finger tracing the words like they’re more dangerous than bullets. When I ask, he only shrugs and says, “You wrote truth like a blade. I’m proud of you.” And maybe that’s the only review I’
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Chapter: Chapter 145 — Sentencing & PromisesMarcusThree weeks is just enough time for the adrenaline to drain from your veins and leave only the ache behind.The courthouse looks the same as it did during the trial. Columns like stone sentries, the hum of cameras outside, the smell of disinfectant that clings to your clothes. But today is different. Today isn’t testimony or strategy. It’s judgment.Elena sits at the defence table in a charcoal suit, hair pulled sleek, eyes forward. She doesn’t look at me, not once. Maybe she knows if she did, I’d see the cracks. Maybe she doesn’t want me to.The judge’s words are measured, deliberate. Twenty-five years to life. The gavel strikes, and the sound echoes like a door slamming shut.Elena doesn’t flinch. Not outwardly. But I see the minute twitch of her jaw. It’s the performance of a woman who’s lost everything but refuses to give the audience the satisfaction of seeing her break.My hands are locked together in my lap, the pressure of my fingers digging into my palms. Relief crashes
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Chapter: Chapter 144 – Jamie’s JoyJamieIt happens on the sidewalk, of all places.One second I’m fumbling for my phone outside Noah’s bakery, the other I’m staring at the metal glint of a key in his palm.He just holds it there, no ceremony, no little velvet box. Just Noah in his flour-dusted hoodie, cheeks pink from the November chill, saying, “I thought you should have your own key to my apartment. For… whenever.”My stomach flips like I just jumped out of a plane without checking the parachute straps.I take the key before I can overthink it. It’s warm from his hand, heavier than a normal key should be.“Wow. Romantic,” I say, voice wobbling around the sarcasm. “No speech? No flowers? Just handing it over like you’re loaning me your Netflix password?”He smirks, “Do you want flowers? I could go get you some and we can re-enact the whole thing.”“Only if they’re edible,” I shoot back. “A cookie bouquet, preferably.”But the joke doesn’t hide the truth buzzing under my skin. This is big. Monumental. And terrifying.
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Chapter: Chapter 143 – The AftermathSophiaThe verdict follows us like a shadow all the way home. Elena’s mask has finally cracked, and the jury cut her down piece by piece. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.Marcus’s hand stays clamped around mine as if letting go would undo it all. Even as we step into his apartment, the air heavy with silence, he doesn’t release me. His suit jacket drops to the chair, his tie half-loosened, but the tension in his shoulders doesn’t ease.Neither does mine.I know what he’s thinking. What we’re both thinking. This is the end of Elena’s reign, but probably not the end of her shadow. Still, for tonight, I don’t want shadows. I want him.I tug on his hand and lead him toward the bedroom without a word.He stops in the doorway, eyes storm-dark, voice rough. “Sophia…”I don’t let him finish. My lips press to his, hungry, needy, dissolving everything in the heat. He groans into my mouth, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other spreading over my lower back.The kiss deepens frantically, like we’
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Chapter: Chapter 142 – Elena’s FallMarcusThe courtroom hums like a beehive, every whisper and cough magnified under the vaulted ceiling. The judge adjusts his glasses, the jury files in, pens scratch on yellow pads. But all of it blurs the second Elena Vasquez rises from the defense table and smooths her dress.She doesn’t look like a woman on trial for laundering millions, conspiring with the mafia, and ordering hits on several people. She looks like the Elena I used to know. The one who could charm senators at fundraisers and dance barefoot in her penthouse with a glass of Bordeaux.But her eyes give her away.There’s something brittle there, sharp as a cracked mirror.The defense attorney leads her through the opening questions like she’s a guest of honor instead of the accused. “Ms. Vasquez, can you explain how you became entangled with Bainbridge Global?”She exhales sadly, the sound catching faintly on the mic. “I had debts. Gambling debts. I was younger then and did something incredibly foolish. Bainbridge appr
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Chapter: Chapter 141 - First NightJamieNoah’s apartment smells like roasted chicken and potatoes when he opens the door, and for some reason that almost undoes me more than any kiss could.“Hey,” he says, leaning on the frame like he has all the time in the world. His hair’s damp, curling a little at the edges, like he just showered. His shirt is soft gray, sleeves rolled up. Domestic, unfairly gorgeous.“It smells amazing in here,” I manage, stepping inside. My heart’s tap-dancing in my throat. I’ve been on dates before, had flings, hooked up in ways I’d rather not detail. But this feels different. This feels like standing at the edge of something big.The table’s set with candles, actual cloth napkins and two glasses already half-filled with chilled white wine. A loaf of crusty bread sits between us like it’s starring in its own Food Network special.“You’re unbelievable,” I tell him, dropping onto a chair. “It seems unfair that you can cook as well as you bake.”He grins, sliding into the seat across from me. “Did
Last Updated: 2025-09-17
Unholy Matrimony
Eve Larson, all fire and defiance, is the ransom for her father’s life. When she’s forced into marriage with Dominik Grimaldi, a ruthless mafia don twice her age, he makes his terms clear. Total obedience, unwavering fidelity, and an heir within one year.
Trapped in his opulent prison, Eve fights him with every breath, but Dominik is a master of the long game. Her defiance is his ultimate aphrodisiac, and he’s determined to shatter her resistance. He’ll use agonizing denial, strategic pleasure, and ruthless psychological warfare to reprogram her, body and soul. He doesn't just want her submission, he wants her addicted to him.
But Dominik didn't just capture a pawn, he caged a queen. As their scorching battle of wills explodes from the bedroom into his vast empire, Eve's hatred sharpens into a weapon. She masters his games, challenges his control, and issues a deadly ultimatum that threatens to burn his world to the ground.
The line between hate and obsession blurs into a feral, addictive passion. Will she be the ruin of his empire, or will she rise to rule it by his side?
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Chapter: Chapter 35 – The Honeymoon DecreeDominikDawn bleeds across the sky in muted shades of grey and rose, the light creeping into the suite and falling across the bed. It illuminates the aftermath of our war. The sheets are completely
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Chapter: Chapter 34 – RetentionEveMy body is a battlefield, and Dominik is the only victor.I lie collapsed on the sheets, every part of me screaming. My ass is a canvas of stinging, bruised heat, a constant, humiliating reminder of the punishment I begged for. My insides are tender, my muscles trembling with a bone-deep exhaustion I’ve never known before I met him.
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Chapter: Chapter 33 – The PunishmentDominikThe acrid, musky scent of my release coats her skin, a wild brand of ownership that words could never replicate. She remains kneeling on the floor, a tableau of submission, her chest slick with my claim.
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Chapter: Chapter 32 – The JudgmentEveHis words hang in the air, a command colder and sharper than any physical blow. Seduce me.My mind, still reeling from the violent argument, the shattered doorframe, and the terrifying loss of his control, can’t immediately process the shift. The rage in his eyes h
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Chapter: Chapter 31 – The ReckoningDominikThe flimsy plastic baggie rests in my palm. It weighs nothing, yet it feels heavier than a slab of concrete. Each tiny white pill is a monument to her deceit.I stand outside the suite, the silence of the corridor pressing in. Enzo delivered the evidence minutes ago, his face an impassive mask that couldn't quite hide the grim understanding in his eyes. He knows what this means. A fundamental breach. Treason.
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Chapter: Chapter 30 – The ScrambleEveSomething is wrong.The feeling is a cold slick of oil on the surface of my consciousness, an instinct so primal it bypasses thought. It started the moment I walked into the dining room. The air in the house is different. Tighter. Dominik is different.He sits at the head of the table, a picture of civilized control, but the faint, predatory amusement that usually glitters in his eyes is gone. It’s been replaced by a
Last Updated: 2025-12-01
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