The Queen's Contract: Sold To The Monsters
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Zeva Stone, the warrior queen who built an empire with blood and grit was traded by her own husband for a pair of working legs and a new mate. At twenty eight, her reign as the Luna Queen of the Darkmoon pack ended in a silver shackled nightmare.
Sold to the four Malvaine brothers- the very monsters she ran away from thirteen years ago. Zeva is thrust into a dark, ancient protocol. They don't just want her strength; they want her womb to resurrect the Aethel Vrykol, a forbidden hyrbid vampire-werewolf race wiped out by the gods.
But when the brothers drag her secret- a ten year old hybrid son, Zeva us forced to kneel. Caught in a gilded hell, she realizes the eldest brother, Valerius, wasn't just her captor- but her destined mate.
Between a Lycan King who hunts her and her son, an ex husband who sold her and now wants her back, and a forbidden bond between a vampire mate who owns her. Zeva has only one goal: protect her son and burn the whole world to the ground- but when love gets in the way. What would she do?
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Chapter: Chapter 4ZEVAThis is bad.This is very, very bad.I scrambled backward, but my retreat was cut short when my back slammed into something that felt like a brick wall. I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as I looked up. A hulking figure, a guard with eyes like dead embers hovered over me, his shadow swallowing me whole."Going somewhere?" His voice was a low frequency rumble that vibrated through me in a terrifying way.I didn't answer him. Instead, my gaze snapped back to the four men lounging in this center of the room. They looked like a goddamn dark romance cover that came to life, but I knew the rot beneath the porcelain skin.There was Valerius, the eldest, who stood just few feet away from me. He was all sharp lines and expensive tailoring, his black hair swept back from a face that was hauntingly beautiful and utterly heartless. Beside him stood Cyprian, the second born, leaning against a pillar with a smirk that promised a slow death, he had a leaner build compared to Valerius, aubur
Last Updated: 2026-03-14
Chapter: Chapter 3 ZEVA This is bad. This is very, very bad. I scrambled backward, but my retreat was cut short when my back slammed into something that felt like a brick wall. I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as I looked up. A hulking figure, a guard with eyes like dead embers hovered over me, his shadow swallowing me whole. "Going somewhere?" His voice was a low frequency rumble that vibrated through me in a terrifying way. I didn't answer him. Instead, my gaze snapped back to the four men lounging in this center of the room. They looked like a goddamn dark romance cover that came to life, but I knew the rot beneath the porcelain skin. There was Valerius, the eldest, who stood just few feet away from me. He was all sharp lines and expensive tailoring, his black hair swept back from a face that was hauntingly beautiful and utterly heartless. Beside him stood Cyprian, the second born, leaning against a pillar with a smirk that promised a slow death, he had a leaner build compared to Valerius
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Chapter: Chapter 2ZEVA Ugh- fuck. Why does my head feel like it's been used as a tectonic plates for a very aggressive earthquake? I tried to groan but the sound died in my throat, muffled by a thick strip of tape around my mouth. What the- I tried to move but it was impossible as my wrists were pulled taut behind my back, binded, my ankles were blinded so tight the circulation were beginning to stage a protest. I tried to reach out to Lira, but it was like shouting into a void. I could feel her there, like a faint flickering ember at the back of my mind, but she was sluggish, suppressed by something that felt like heavy, leaden wool. Lira? Hey, wake the fuck up. Nothing but a low distant whine. Great, I was on my own. The last few minutes or hours- raced back to me with the speed of a brakeless train. Dren. That slimy, manipulative piece of shit. He'd actually looked me in the eye and said he was sorry but he set me up. Fuck! I whined as I struggled against my restrains but it was pointless.
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Chapter: Chapter one ZEVA. "The Lycans would be here soon, Alpha. Any orders?" The scout's voice, tight with a barely suppressed unease sliced through the silence of the royal office. "No, you may leave." Dren instructed, flicking his wrist with a dismissive wave that spoke volumes of his arrogance. Even confided to his ridiculously ornate wheelchair, he exuded an aura of power, a dark intoxicating feeling that had me drawn to him years ago despite knowing better. "Yes sire." The scout bowed and turned to leave. As soon as he left, I stepped closer to Dren. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, moving closer, my boots silent on the polished obsidian floor. The air in the room, usually heavy with the scent of Dren's expensive musky cologne and the faint metallic tung of his power, felt charged with an unknown dread. Dren's perfectly sculpted eyebrows, dark and sharp against his pale skin drew together in a mask of pure disgust. He didn't look at me directly, his gaze was fixed on some invisible p
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Owned By The Rogue King: The Stepfather's Claim
I was supposed to be a bride, not a prize. On my wedding day, the scent of expensive pine and pack law was replaced by the metallic tang of blood and ancient power. The man who dragged me into the darkness wasn't a stranger—he was the ghost who haunted my childhood. Silas. My former stepfather.
"You’re shaking, little wolf," he growled, his voice a low vibration against my neck that made my skin ignite. "Is it fear, or is your heat finally waking up for its True Alpha?"
Years ago, he was the man who walked out on my mother; now, he’s the Rogue King who’s come to reclaim the throne. But the twist isn't just the mate bond burning between us—it’s the realization that the boy I was supposed to marry is Silas’s long-lost son.
The 'Step' was just a label; the 'Mate' is a blood-deep command. Silas isn't just taking back his pack—he's taking his Queen.
"Your fiancé was a placeholder," he whispered, pinning me against the cold stone of his den. "Tonight, you learn why I’m the only one allowed to hear you scream."
In this realm of wolves and war, I’m no longer a pawn. I’m the Luna of the Rogues, and the True Alpha has finally come home to claim his crown—and me.
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Chapter: Chapter FourIVARA"You said you'd be taking me to Lucian and my father!" I hissed, my voice echoing off the damp, narrow walls of the dark passage. I dug my heels into the cold stone, my chest heaving with a mixture of betrayal and raw panic. I felt like a fool to believe him, to expect anything resembling honesty from a Rogue King.Silas stopped so abruptly I nearly slammed into the broad expanse of his back. He turned, his massive frame nearly swallowing the flickering torchlight. "Shut up and follow me, Ivara," He growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle my very bones. "There are some things you need to know first."He didn't wait for me to breathe. He turned back and continued deeper into the bowels of the underground palace, the air grew colder and smelt of old iron and wet earth. Finally, he came to a halt before a pair of towering, iron studded oak doors at the end of the corridor.He turned back to my face, the shadows of the passage playing over the rugged, lethal planes
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeIVARA The air left my lungs in a cold rush, I slowly sank back into the bed. My father...he wouldn't... He was desperate but to sell me to humans? To be harvested? Was the wedding really a sham? "You're lying," I growled, my nails digging into my palms as tears threatened to blur my vision. "My father would never do such a thing to me!" "Why do you think he came back to you, Ivara?" He asked, leaning in closer. "Your mother died, yet he never cared. Until one day...boom, he suddenly appears. I never lie to what's mine, Ivara," "I don't believe this, for all I know this could be a sham! A lie just to use me against them! How can I trust a dead man? You vanished into thin air all of a sudden! This bond is a fake and I won't acknowledge it!" He gripped my chin, forcing me to stare at him directly in the eye. His grip was rough, but not enough to bruise. "Look at me directly in the eye, Ivara. I won't lie to you. And make no mistake, little wolf. You're mine, the moon didn't make a m
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Chapter: Chapter TwoIVARA TWO YEARS AGO "Ivara, I need you at the palace immediately.. You're wasting time!" My father barked, grating on my last nerve. He's literally in my room, and he's shouting like he's miles away. "I'm coming, father!" I groaned, shoving one last hairpin into my mess of a bun. "Could you hurry up?!" "Mind you, you're the one who told me to look my best for this parade! I'm literally trying, so can you let me be?" I snapped back, my patience wearing thin. He huffed, his hand tightening on the doorknob. "You have ten more minutes." With that, he left, slamming the door shut with a finality that made my teeth rattle. Fucking hell. Like I even wanted to be there. Getting married to the golden Alpha King, Lucian, sure wasn't on my list of life plans. I turned back to face my mirror, hoping that I looked a bit undone so Lucian would at least discard me. Just as I picked up another hairpin from my drawer, my eyes drifted to a small portrait on top of the drawer. I picked it up, a h
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Chapter: Chapter OneIVARA The white silk of my wedding dress felt like a shroud, cinched so tight I could barely draw enough oxygen to say 'I do' I stood at the altar of the Lunar Cathedral, my palms slick against the stems of white lillies that somehow smelled suspiciously like a funeral. Standing in front of me, Lucian, the golden boy Alpha with a smile as straight as his moral compass, he looked at me like I was a rare steak he couldn't wait to consume. This wasn't about love. It was an acquisition. My pack was drowning in debt and a plague that turned our strongest warriors into wheezing shadows and I was the payment. A white wolf who's also a blood healer. Quite the fancy catch. "You look breathtaking, Ivara," Lucian whispered, his hand reaching for mine. I didn't smile back. "It's the corset, Lucian. I'm literally not breathing at all," My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for one person. "Where's my father?" "He's out in his study," Lucian replies, "he sends his apology, but pr
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