Chapter: ExcerptExcerpt"Stop!" I cried, my voice hoarse with pain. "Please, just stop!"But they didn't stop. They kept kicking, kept punching, until I was curled up on the floor, my body aching with pain.The Reaper stood over me, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're not very cooperative, are you?" he sneered. "But that's okay. I have ways of making you talk."I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears. "I'll never tell you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.The Reaper laughed, the sound cold and menacing. "We'll see about that," he said, his eyes glinting with anticipation.The Reaper's bored expression was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding before him. His men continued to kick me, each blow landing with a sickening thud. I coughed up blood, my body wracked with pain. Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to beg. I knew that's what The Reaper wanted - for me to break, to plead for mercy. But I'd had enough of being at the mercy of men like him.My cousin Jon Gotti's death at the
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Chapter: EpilogueRachael's POV The backyard was transformed into an enchanting oasis, perfect for an unforgettable dinner party. The tablescape was a masterful blend of elegance and sophistication. It looked more breathtaking with the garden, creating a path to the gazebo. A soft, warm glow emanated from the candelabras, adorned with creamy white candles and delicate, sparkling crystals. The light danced across the room, casting a magical ambiance. The tables were draped in luxurious, ivory linens, with intricate lace trim adding a touch of vintage charm. A breathtaking floral arrangement served as the centerpiece, boasting an exquisite mix of fresh flowers in shades of blush, peach, and ivory. To complete the look, the walls were adorned with lush, green garlands, and the room was filled with the sweet, intoxicating scent of blooming flowers. It took a while to prepare all of this, but I didn't regret it. This was Derek's birthday, and I'd outdone myself this time. It was something I felt pr
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Chapter: chapter 232Regina's POV I stood in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee, as Daniel and I chatted about the latest development in our lives. Having a sister was still a new concept for me, and I couldn't help but feel a little strange about it.Daniel asked me how I felt about having a sister, and I hesitated for a moment before responding. "I feel...strange about it, I guess trying to put my emotions into words. "I can tell that Rachael is having a hard time wrapping her head around everything, too."Daniel nodded understandingly, and I could sense his empathy. "But despite all the uncertainty," I said, , I have a strong feeling that things might work out well for us," I continued. "We've been deprived of so much for so long, and this feels like our chance to reclaim everything we've lost."__As I spoke, Daniel wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me close. His warmth and comfort enveloped me, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me."That's the reason my life has so much meaning,"
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Chapter: chapter 231Rachael's POV "Welcome back home," I said, pushing the door to the room open and a smile stretched across my lips. "What do you think? Don't you miss home," I said with a teasing smile, but a gasp escaped my lips when he wrapped his arms around my waist."Hmm... I missed this," his voice, dripping with intimacy. I could tell that he wasn't talking about the room but something else... Or perhaps something else. "Yeah, why don't you rest for a bit and then--" the breath was knocked out from my lungs when he spun me around and pulled me closer to him. He leaned so our lips were just an inch away. "I'm tired of resting, sweetheart. I want to do something else," he sealed my lips with a kiss before I could say another word. I placed a hand on his chest, trying to push him away, but he grabbed my hand and walked forward, causing me to move back instinctively until the back of my legs touched the bed. My heart skipped a beat when he gave me a slight push and I fell on the bed.My breath w
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Chapter: chapter 230Regina's POV I chuckled, thinking that Derek was joking. "That's impossible," I said, shaking my head.But Derek's expression was serious, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I stared at him in shock, my mind racing with questions. And then my gaze moved to Rachael, who looked just as stunned as I did.I had felt a pull towards Rachael, a sense of connection that I couldn't explain. I had thought that we could be friends, but sisters? It seemed impossible.But Derek was never one to crack jokes with me. He was a straightforward person, and if he said that Rachael and I were sisters, then I had to believe him."I can prove it," Derek said, his eyes locked on mine. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his expression serious.We waited in silence for a few minutes, and then a woman stepped into the room. She was a female doctor, probably in her late thirties, with a kind face and a warm smile."Hello," she said, introducing herself as Dr. Ella. "I'm the girls' aunt from their
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Chapter: chapter 229Derek's POV I couldn't help but chuckle as Rachael scolded me, her voice stern but her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Derek, you need to stop moving around so much! Your wounds are still healing, and you're going to open them up again if you're not careful."I grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the bed with me, wrapping my arms around her. "I'm fine, Rachael," I said, smiling up at her. "And besides, I've had the best nurse taking care of me."It had been a few days since I'd been in the hospital, and Rachael had been by my side the entire time. She'd only left to go home and change, or to bring me food. But apart from that, she'd spent every waking moment with me.We'd even made love on the hospital bed once, which had been a whole new experience for both of us. It had been a little uncomfortable, but it had also been incredibly intimate. And now that we were finally dating, it felt like an entire new world had opened up for us.I looked up at Rachael, feeling grateful for h
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Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.
Warning: Mature Content
Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—”
His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.”
The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise.
He had sold me like an object, like chattel. Rage, raw and unadulterated, surged through me, eclipsing the fear for a fleeting moment. I tried to push past him, to escape and to run anywhere but his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck, not quite choking but enough to hold me in an iron grip. He pinned me to the wall, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with an intense possessive fire.
“You now belong to Lorenzo Blackwood,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine. To possess. To claim. To own.”
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Chapter: The HierarchyAva's POV The neon lights of Rome blurred into a colour of gold and violet as Raquel led me through the city. She didn't take me to the tourist traps I had seen in postcards. Instead, we wound through the narrow, hidden corridors of the Trastevere district, past ivy-covered clock towers and underground galleries where the air smelled of ancient stone and expensive oil paint. We stood on a bridge overlooking the Tiber, watching the water churn like liquid obsidian, and for the first time, I felt the vastness of the world outside Lorenzo’s shadow. Eventually, we arrived at a club in the heart of the city. It was discreet, marked only by a heavy iron door and a single dim red light. My chest tightened as we stepped inside. I looked for the familiar suits, the cold stares of the Blackwood security, or the glint of a hidden weapon. "Lorenzo," I whispered, pulling Raquel back. "Does he own this?" Raquel shook her head, her expression calm. "No. This is neutral ground, Ava. He
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Chapter: Gone ForeverAva's POV I paced the length of the master suite. Every vibration of my phone felt like an electric shock. Finally, the screen lit up with a single text from Raquel: ‘I’m outside. Doorbell in thirty seconds.’I practically flew down the stairs, trying to keep my breathing shallow so I wouldn't alert Cage. He was still in the living room, his presence was a heavy and immovable weight. When the chime of the doorbell echoed through the foyer, he stood up with a slow, bored grace. "That’ll be the delivery," he muttered, more to himself than to me.I held my breath as he pulled open the heavy oak door. I stayed in the shadows of the hallway, my eyes fixed on the sliver of the outside world. Then, I heard it. The voice was pitched higher, strained with a fake urgency, but the cadence was unmistakable."Oh, thank goodness! Sir, I am so sorry, but I’ve been on the road for three hours and I–I desperately need to use your restroom," Raquel said, hidden under a generic delivery cap and a bu
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Chapter: Suicide MissionAva's POV The bed was a vast, cold expanse when I opened my eyes. Lorenzo was gone again, leaving nothing behind but the lingering scent of his cologne and the dull ache of a night spent surrendering to a man I should have been fighting. The sun was high, bleeding through the heavy velvet curtains, mocking the dark choices I’d made to save a girl’s life. I dressed slowly, my body feeling heavy and disconnected as if I were a ghost haunting my own skin.Downstairs, the villa was eerily quiet. I walked into the kitchen and stopped short. Cage was sitting at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. It was a jarringly domestic sight for a man whose hands I had seen covered in blood only hours ago. I had categorized him as a weapon, a blunt instrument of Lorenzo’s will; seeing him absorb the morning news felt like a glitch in the reality he projected.He looked up, offering a brief, clinical nod. "Good morning, ma'am." His voice was flat, devoid o
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Chapter: Embarking On A Sexual GameAva's POV I noticed how he addressed me as Pupa when we were intimate and little bird when he wanted to be serious. And right now, Lorenzo was showing a great amount of self-control, looking at me with pure curiosity, with no trace of the lust and desire in his eyes. The horny man who was ready to have sex with me was gone in a snap of a finger and even with his fully erected cock in my hand begging for a release.“So what are your rules, little bird?” He asked again, pinching my chin and tilting my head up while staring down at me like a God staring at his servant. I swallowed the lump in my throat and hardened my gaze. “First, you're only allowed to receive pleasure from me. I don't want any STDs from you. Second, I'll be the one to determine how or when you get the pleasure. Third, you're not allowed to kill or harm anybody who I choose to have sexual intercourse with,” I listed them but the last line made his lips curved upwards. “Sexual intercourse.” He chuckled. “You make it
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Chapter: Sharp EdgesAva's POV I gasped, my hand fists as I tried to keep myself from falling on my weakened knees. Lorenzo was indeed a monster wrapped in an expensive suit, just like he had me wrapped around his finger. He pinched my nipples sharply before rolling it between his fingers. My body trembled, instinctively leaning backwards into his arms. His other hand slowly left my breast and then down my stomach. I could feel the fear and anticipation running through my veins like lava, hot and fast. “Lorenzo!” I bit my lips, fighting any sound from coming out as he ran his fingers through my wet folds. “As ready as ever,” he whispered in my ear, and then a light chuckle. He continued the slow torture, pinching and fondling my breast while his fingers moved lazily between my legs, playing my clit like a harp, his lips kissed its way down my neck to my shoulders until heat radiated through my body.The slow, gentle and tender touch elicited something darker and undescribed in the pit of my stomach.
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Chapter: Surrendering To The MonsterAva's POV I stared at the closed door of the bathroom, the sound of running water mocking the frantic pounding of my heart. I had demanded equality, but in Lorenzo’s world, equality wasn't a seat at the table—it was a blood pact. I stood in the center of the bedroom, clutching his oversized suit jacket around my tattered dress, trying to draw oxygen into lungs that felt filled with glass.When he finally emerged, he had stripped away the grime of the club, dressed in a fresh black shirt that made him look like the very shadow of death I had married. I made a move toward the bathroom, desperate to wash the literal and metaphorical blood from my skin, but his hand shot out, catching my shoulder. "Our package has arrived," he murmured, his voice devoid of any warmth. The words hit me like a slap to the face. The blonde girl. He wasn't just bringing her here to talk; he was bringing her here to be a lesson.He didn't give me a choice. He interlaced his fingers with mine—a gesture th
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Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle
My life had escalated to an unimaginable point. I was pregnant with a child who possessed powers beyond my understanding, a child of a man who was supposed to be my mate's enemy. And now, I was on the run dependent on a stranger.
I knew I wouldn't survive out there alone, especially with a child on the way. And going back to Claus, to his lies and his betrayals was no longer an option. The thought made me sick.
"So," he asked, his voice breaking the silence, "will you come with me? Or will you go back to Claus? If you decide to go back to him, I wouldn't blame you." His eyes held a gentle understanding, an absence of judgment that was both surprising and comforting. "But for now, I need to know. Do you trust me?"
I looked at him, truly looked at him. The man who had unknowingly marked me, the man who had brought me solace in my darkest hour and the man who was now offering me a future, however uncertain. He was a stranger yet he felt more like a sanctuary than Claus ever had.
"I'll come with you," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but firm with a newfound resolve.
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Chapter: chapter 9Zelda's POV Through the tinted glass, I looked out at the remote village. It was a stark contrast to the sprawling, high-tech corporate concrete of the Blackwood territory or the gilded luxury of the Brooks ancestral lands. Here, the air smelled of turned earth, wild fertilizer, and the sharp, clean scent of cedar pine. Fields of green stretched out toward the horizon, bordered by ancient stone walls.But the atmosphere wasn't welcoming. As we drove down the narrow dirt road, the locals, simple pack-dwellers, their wolves closer to the surface than the city-bred elites, stopped what they were doing. Men leaning against tractors, women hanging laundry on lines, children kicking a worn leather ball—they all turned to stare. Their eyes were wide, suspicious, and heavy with a primitive caution.Bane didn't even blink. His strong hands remained steady on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, his profile cutting a sharp, unbothered silhouette against the late afternoon sun. He parked the
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Chapter: chapter 8Claus’s POV The office was dimly lit, smelling of the expensive oak and the metallic tang of the ritual I had performed only hours prior. The door didn't just open; it was thrown back on its hinges. Paul stood there, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with a frantic energy."Claus," he gasped, his voice cracking. "It’s done. But it’s... it’s worse than we thought."I didn’t move from my chair. I let the silence stretch, savoring the control I had over the room. "The ritual worked? Is Freya’s womb responding?""The ritual is the least of it," Paul said, stepping forward, his hands trembling as he gripped the edge of my desk. "Your father. The Head Alpha. He’s dead."I felt a momentary flick of something—not grief, but a cold, clinical curiosity. I had given his blood to the witch, but I hadn't expected the tether to snap so violently. "Explain.""A rogue invasion," Paul said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Total chaos at the ancestral estate. Masked men, tactical precision. The per
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Chapter: chapter 7Bane’s POV I stood in the center of the cell, the silver-lined shackles biting into my wrists, suppressing my wolf until my veins felt like they were filled with crushed glass.The sound of the assault above had shifted. The rhythmic gunfire was replaced by the wet, frantic sounds of close-quarters slaughter. Then, the heavy reinforced door at the end of the corridor buckled.A concussive blast blew the hinges inward. Through the smoke, the masked invaders poured in. They moved with a predatory silence that chilled even my blood. They weren't looking for me. They moved past my cell with a chilling indifference, their blades finding the throats of the Brooks guards who had just finished locking me away."Silas! Release the dampeners!" I roared over the din.The Beta was pinned against the far wall by a masked giant. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a sudden, horrific realization. He reached for the remote on his belt, but a blade found his shoulder first. He dropped the device. I
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Chapter: chapter 6Bane’s POV The air in the Brooks territory was stagnant, smelling of iron and antiseptic even before I crossed the threshold of the manor. It was a dying house, clinging to the fading echoes of a power it no longer possessed. My brother’s pack—my father’s legacy—had become a hollowed-out shell, a contrast to the razor-sharp efficiency of my own corporate holdings.As I stepped onto the marble floors, the Beta, a man named Silas who had served my father before us, was already waiting. His face was a mask of strained neutrality. He didn’t offer a hand; he simply turned, his boots clicking rhythmically as he led me toward the Alpha’s private quarters."He’s been asking for you," Silas said, his voice low. "The fever has taken most of his mind, but he remains obsessed with the succession."I didn’t respond. I didn't have to. We both knew why I was here. This was a trial, a formal reckoning for the "theft" of a mate. But before we could reach the heavy oak doors of the master suite, the
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Chapter: chapter 5Claus's POV The boardroom of Brooks Enterprises didn’t smell like the future; it smelled like dust, old parchment, and the stagnant breath of dying men.I sat at the head of the mahogany table, watching the Pack Elders bicker. They were relics, their graying furs and trembling hands a testament to a world that was supposed to be mine. Across from me, an empty chair mocked me—the seat that belonged to my father, Raymond, who was too busy coughing up his lungs in a darkened room to defend his son’s birthright."The shift is undeniable," Elder Hakan wheezed, tapping a gnarled finger on a high-resolution photo of Zelda’s neck. "The mark left by Bane Blackwood isn't a mere bite. It’s glowing, silver-rimmed. The Moon Goddess herself has reached down and rewritten the bond."I forced a smile, the kind of polished, charismatic expression I’d practiced in mirrors since I was twelve. Inside, I wanted to tear Hakan’s throat out."The Moon Goddess is fickle, Hakan," I said, my voice smooth as age
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Chapter: chapter 4Zelda's POV The air in the Blackwood estate didn’t smell like the heavy, suffocating cologne and expensive cigars of Claus’s penthouse. Here, it smelled of cedar, old books, and the sharp, ozone crispness of a coming storm.I stood in the center of the foyer, my fingers white-knuckled around the strap of my single duffel bag. I had left everything else behind—the jewelry Claus bought me, the dresses that were too tight, the life that was a lie.Bane stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette cutting a jagged, lethal line against the twilight. He didn’t look at me as a lover would. He didn’t even look at me as a person. He looked at me like a strategist looks at a winning piece on a chessboard."The East Wing is yours," he said, his voice a low, melodic vibration. "It has its own entrance, a private library, and a medical suite. My staff has been briefed. You are not to be disturbed unless you request company.""And the credit card?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my be
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