
The Cursed Alpha Virgin Bride
They said Alpha Draven was a monster deadly, bloodthirsty, cursed. That his pain was a death sentence for every woman who crossed his path, that no woman had ever left his bed alive. They said he sacrificed his brides, just to revive a body cursed beyond redemption.
So why did my father choose me?
Why was I offered has a substitute, a replacement bride meant to stand in for my sister, Angel?
unwanted omega. They wanted obedience.
my entire pack handed me over like worthless trash. And I was the price.
One night with the monster that was my sentence. Afterward, I was expected to lose my life , because a weak omega like me cannot survive mating with an alpha. No right to want him. No right to crave him.
But I do.
I crave the monster without mercy. My body responds to his voice, his commands, his presence. I want more of him more than one night, more than a sacrifice meant to end me.
My virginity was supposed to be a reward, a peace offering, even if it came wrapped in pain. But Alpha Draven doesn’t do love. He doesn’t believe in mates. His kind takes centuries to choose and those chosen never survive.
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Chapter: Alpha GamesThe air in the ballroom had shifted. The awe inspired by Beta Elias Vance’s departure was quickly being repurposed by the desperate. I watched from the rim of my champagne glass as Kirsten Matthews gathered a court of sycophants near the chocolate fountain. She was recovering from her humiliation at the piano with the resilience of a cockroach. "Oh, it was breathtaking," Kirsten’s voice carried, shrill and performative. She flipped her blonde hair, ensuring the light caught her diamond earrings. "When I visited the Nightveil territory last spring, Alpha Kutcher Holloway and his son personally gave me a tour of the gardens. He’s quite charming, really. We had tea in the solar. He mentioned that our pack alliances were… promising." A group of Omega females gasped in admiration, hanging on her every fabricated word. My Inner Wolf snorted in disgust. Grandfather hasn't had tea in the solar since grandmother died. And he certainly wouldn't entertain a stray cat like her, let alone a
Last Updated: 2026-03-23
Chapter: Gala Recognition When she finished, the room erupted in polite, socially mandated clapping. Kirsten stood up, basking in the attention, before turning the microphone toward me. Her smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That was a little piece I learned during my summer in Vienna," she purred, her voice amplified through the speakers. Her eyes locked onto mine, gleaming with malice. "But I'm sure our guest of honor has her own talents. Tell me, Aurora, do they have pianos where you come from? Or do you stick to howling at the moon?" A ripple of cruel laughter spread through the crowd. I saw Cordelia near the front, sipping her champagne with a satisfied smirk. She was enjoying this. She wanted me to crumble, to prove that I was nothing more than the dirt beneath her designer heels. My Inner Wolf growled, pacing in the back of my mind. Show them, Aurora. Show them what a Queen looks like. "I know a tune or two," I said, my voice steady as I walked toward the stage. The crowd parted, their gaz
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Chapter: The Gala Rivalin private? You haven't marked me, Draven . There is no bite on my neck. No bond in our minds. Until you put your mark on me, do not presume to dictate who I can hug." His gaze dropped to the bare curve of my neck. For a second, the rage in his eyes faltered, replaced by a hunger so raw it made my breath hitch. His nostrils flared, inhaling deeply, and I knew he was trying to find my scent beneath Andrew's. But then the light turned green, and the moment shattered. He faced forward, jaw clenched tight enough to snap steel, and floored the gas. We didn't speak for the rest of the drive. The Shadowclaw Pack's annual Unity Gala was in full swing by the time we arrived. The grand ballroom was a sea of silk dresses and tuxedos, the air vibrating with the chatter of the elite.Draven abandoned me the moment we stepped through the double doors, storming off toward the bar without a backward glance. Fine by me. I made my way to the powder room to compose myself. The encounter in the car had le
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Chapter: The Alpha jealousyAndrew laughed, a sound of genuine relief. Arrange marriage? Thank the Goddess. You deserve better than a man who treats his Pack like a corporation and his mate like an acquisition." He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Draven's. "You're boring, Whitmore. And cold. You have no idea what fire you're trying to dampen." Draven leaned in, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Careful, Cuomo. The Moonlight Pack is currently negotiating for the southern territories. It would be a shame if those talks... collapsed." The threat hung in the air. Andrew's smile vanished. But instead of backing down, he looked at Draven with something akin to pity. "You think you can bully everyone into submission," Andrew said quietly. "But you have no idea who you're sitting across from. You're disrespecting a wolf of the Holloway bloodline. If her grandfather knew how you treated her..." "Believe what you want," Andrew said, standing up. He threw a stack of cash on the table. "I've lost my appetite."
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Chapter: Bound to the AlphaThe shutter clicked for the final time, signaling the end of the shoot. The studio crew let out a collective breath they seemed to have been holding for hours. Andrew Cuomo however, didn't rush to the changing room. Instead, he bounded off the set, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his neck as he made a beeline for me. "Dinner," Andrew announced, his amber eyes sparkling with an intensity that made several female assistants swoon. "You. Me. The finest steakhouse in the city. My treat. Consider it a tiny down payment on the life debt I owe you." The murmurs in the room ceased. Everyone, including a seething Ingrid, watched with bated breath. A Beta heir from a powerful Pack asking a lowly assistant out? It was unheard of. I closed the file in my hands with a sharp snap. "I'm afraid I have to decline, Mr. Cuomo. My shift isn't over, and I have a mountain of paperwork waiting on the executive floor." Andrew's face fell, resembling a kicked puppy. "Come on, Aurora. You're not ser
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Chapter: The Alpha's AssistantThe following morning, while I was eating breakfast, the elders of the Shadowclaw Pack arrived. Not long after, I was summoned to Alpha Draven’s study room. When I stepped inside, the room felt heavy with authority. The elders sat in silence while Alpha Draven stood behind his desk, his expression unreadable. They told me that starting from today, I would work as his personal assistant at Whitmore Group. I nodded and agreed, even though it was the last thing I wanted. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the nerve center of the Whitmore Group. The Alpha's executive floor was a fortress of glass and steel, smelling of ozone, expensive cologne, and the underlying, sharp tang of high-stakes anxiety. I stepped out, my heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. Every head turned. I could feel their gazes curious, judgmental, predatory. But one scent cut through the sterile air like a knife: a cloying mixture of synthetic roses and bitter jealousy
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Bound as the Alpha king's Slave
The night the Auroria Kingdom fell, Princess Lyra Valen lost everything her crown, her family, and her freedom.
The man who destroyed her world was Alpha King Ryker Nightbane, the ruthless ruler of the Bloodmoon Pack.
Years ago, Ryker watched his own people suffer under Auroria’s rule. His kingdom was burned, his family slaughtered, and he was forced to live in chains. From that day forward, revenge became the only thing keeping him alive.
Ten years later, he returned stronger, colder, and far more dangerous.
When the war finally ends, Ryker stands victorious over the last surviving royal of Auroria Princess Lyra.
But killing her would be too merciful.
Instead, he claims her as his personal captive, forcing the proud princess to live under his rule as nothing more than his possession… a woman bound to serve him in every way he desires( sex slave).
To Ryker, she is a living reminder of the kingdom that once destroyed his life.
But fate has other plans.
Because the woman he hates the most…
is the one the Moon Goddess has chosen as his mate.
And in a kingdom ruled by revenge, hatred might become the most dangerous form of desire.
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Chapter: Lyra's Fear The medicine man came several minutes afterwards and forced down more sleeping portions down her throat. He also gave her portions for her fever and headache too. "How is she?" Bami asked. The old man hesitated. "She's holding out barely. Her body is healing and I hope to heavens, her mind is too. It still isn't assured if she will get through this... You all have to be prepared for the wors---" Lyra snapped her head up so fiercely, "She'll survive! Don't say that, doctor! She'll be fine! E-Emily is a fighter.... My Emily is a fighter.... s-she will be fine! She will be....!" She cried so hard. Bami grabbed her and hugged her to her chest impulsively. Lyra is breaking apart right in front of her eyes. Sobs after sobs racked her throat as she burrowed deeper into Bami. Time passed. The medicine man finally left after giving out instructions. He'd said that the portions will keep Emily deeply asleep until morning or even on the noon. Bami finally said goodnight again, and it's o
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Chapter: The King's Worry In the comfort of his room, King Ryker wrote notes on the financial status of the lower market of Bloodmoon and its improvements. Naturally, it should be the Royal Accountant writing about it, but he'd instructed the accountant to leave it. Not because of anything else, but it's a good way to exhaust the body. Who knows, he might sleep relatively well tonight. He considered going to Scarlett's room. Then, he'd put out the consideration; the financial books do need updating. As he wrote, the girl's screams came banging at the back of his head. With each scribble, her agonizing scream rose in his head. And then, he'd seen Lyra. Today, he saw a different Lyra. He saw the princess, and he saw the slave. He didn't see Valen's daughter. As he wrote, her face stood at the back of his mind. Her pain as her former personal maid screamed behind the door. Why did the sight of it affect him so much? Maybe, it's because he looked at her and saw himself. Each pain on her face mirrored his
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Chapter: Slave introduction abolishment petition King Ryker stared at the scroll in front of him. He was seated behind his desk, his head nursed a huge headache. The open window oversaw the night sky. It's almost the middle of the night. The meeting in court had taken so much longer. The scroll held two signed signatures on it. King Ethan and King Dominic had signed the petition. King Zayden wants to sleep over it. King Thomas and Marcus had outrightly refused. "Why would we want to eradicate the law of introduction? Why would we enforce a law for unjust killing of slaves?" Thomas had been angry, "There is no unjust killing when it comes to slaves. They are dirt. Garbage. There is no unjust way of getting rid of garbage." King Ryker rubbed his aching head, his eyes darkening in anger and hurtful memories. Thomas has always been an animal. He can never forget.... what that man did to him when he was still Valen's Slave. Fortunately, Ethan and Dominic had disagreed with him and signed the petition. The door opened and Bami ent
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Chapter: Lyra's pain "Snap out of it, Lyra! Emily would never want you this way at all! You have to be strong for her!" Bami said as they walked out of the passage that divided the palace from the Royal Court. As she talked, they saw Vane. Bami left Lyra and ran towards him, she relayed the King's message. Vane's eyes darkened and his hand fisted tightly at his side as Bami quickly ran him through everything that happened. He walked past them and started towards the route of the Royal Court. That was the only thing that snapped Lyra out of her trance. She turned and started running after him, determined to go with him. She has to see Emily, she just has to! Bami didn't waste time trying to stop her. Instead, they all followed Vane. There's another way that leads to the inner room without having to go through the hall of the court. Vane led them through that way, withdrawing a huge bunch of keys from the key chain at his side, he sorted through the keys and singled out one small key, he used it to
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Chapter: Emily's PainLyra renewed her struggles. "Holy h-heavens...! No, he'll k-kill Emily... Bami, he'll kill h-her! I can't let that happen! I'll n-never be able to bear it!" As she struggled and cried and struggled the more, Emily started screaming again, and this time it sounded... more agonizing. With each scream, Lyra cried louder and struggled against Bami until the woman finally freed her or risk getting seriously hurt. "Lyra! No!" She cried. Lyra was beyond hearing, her heart was breaking in her chest. With each scream coming from the Royal Court, a little piece of her heart dies a little more inside. She dragged the doorknob and swung the door as open as she could get it, which isn't much but it'll do because she can pass through the narrow way. She took a first step in, only to collide into a hard wall. No. Not a wall. A man. A man who suddenly filled the doorway. Lyra raised her red teary eyes to stare into the hard face of King Ryker. His eyes wasn't so cold. It was filled with rage.
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Chapter: The exchange planLyra followed Bami to the backyard where the woman ordered her to carry some woods to the store and arrange it properly. She'd wanted to question Bami but already, the older woman dismissed her by turning and on doing another thing altogether. How would Bami bring her out from something as important as 'Introduction' according to the kings, just for her to carry log of woods? Something is definitely off. Time dragged by. The more Lyra carried the wood, the more her back prickled. Her chest became heavy. She was feeling uncomfortable. Something is off. Something is definitely wrong. Whatever it is, is very bad to be affecting her this way. She forgot all about a slave never questioning orders and she dropped the next log of wood she carried. "B-Bami...?" She called. It surprised her that her voice was trembling. "What is the matter?" Bami dropped the broom and stared at her. But, Lyra found out that Bami couldn't look her in the eyes....or at her face. "What's g-going on, B-B
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The Biggest Mistake, loving my Alpha husband
The biggest mistake I ever made was falling in love with my Alpha husband, William Miller, the ruthless CEO of the William Group of Companies.
Orphaned at six, I was forced to grow up under the cruelty of my stepmother and stepsister, enduring years of abuse and humiliation in my own home.
At thirteen, my life changed when an Alpha saved me from rogue wolves, fighting five of them to protect me. That night, my heart learned what safety felt like.
At eighteen, I saved a stranger from a fatal accident, only for my wolf to scream the truth.
He was my fated mate.
But fate was cruel. He disappeared from my life for four years.
When we finally met again, it was at our arranged marriage.
He didn’t recognize me.
Worse, he believed the woman who saved him was my stepsister.
Now I am his wife, his Luna…
Yet invisible in his eyes.
How long can a fated mate endure rejection before her love turns into something darker?
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Chapter: A New Beginning Six months later… The Miller mansion no longer felt like a battlefield. The cold tension that once filled its halls had disappeared, replaced by something unfamiliar The morning sun poured gently through the tall glass windows, casting soft light across the garden. Outside, the once silent grounds were now filled with the sound of children’s laughter. Nathan ran across the grass. Not slowly. Not weakly. But freely. “Catch me if you can!” Mia shouted, her voice full of excitement as she chased after him. Nathan laughed—a clear, bright sound that Annie hadn’t heard in years. “You’re too slow!” he teased, turning back playfully. Annie watched from the garden bench. Her hand rested gently on her stomach. Round now. Full of life. A quiet reminder of everything that had changed. Her eyes followed her children as they played. Healthy. Safe. Happy. Everything she had fought for. Everything she almost lost. “You’re smiling.” William’s voice came from beside her. Calm.
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Chapter: The Mask falls The screen flickered. For a split second, nothing appeared. Just static. A faint buzz echoed through the hall, and the guests exchanged confused glances. Selena’s fingers tightened slightly around William’s arm. “What is this?” she whispered again, this time with a hint of tension in her voice. William didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed ahead. Cold. Unmoved. Then The video began. At first, it showed a quiet hallway inside the Miller mansion. A normal evening. Nothing suspicious. Guests leaned forward slightly, curious. Selena let out a small breath and forced a smile. Probably some kind of memory montage, she thought. Something romantic. Something safe. Then the scene shifted. The staircase. Clear. Focused. And then Selena appeared. Her smile froze. Her entire body went stiff. On the screen, she stood behind Mrs. Miller. Her expression wasn’t gentle. Wasn’t kind. It was cold. A ripple of whispers spread across the room. “What is that…?” “Isn’t that Selena?” “
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Chapter: The Engagement Trap The Miller mansion had never looked more dazzling. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, casting golden light across the polished marble floors. Elegant music floated through the air as guests in luxurious gowns and tailored suits filled the grand hall. Laughter, clinking glasses, and polite conversations created the perfect illusion of celebration. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. The engagement party of William Miller and Selena Carter. To the world, it was a union of power and beauty. But beneath the glittering surface, something far more dangerous was unfolding. Annie stood quietly near the edge of the hall, partially hidden behind one of the grand pillars. She didn’t belong here. At least, that was how everyone looked at her. Her dress was simple, elegant but understated. She didn’t try to compete with the women dressed in diamonds and confidence. She didn’t need to. Her presence alone was enough. Her eyes slowly scanned the room. Every detail mattered tonight.
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Chapter: The Hidden Truth Three days passed after the incident. Three long, exhausting days. The Miller mansion remained tense, quiet, and divided. Mrs. Miller was still in the hospital, unconscious but stable. Selena had completely taken over the role of the “victim,” staying close to Mr. Miller and acting gentle, fragile… innocent. And Annie Annie felt like she was suffocating. That morning, Annie sat in a small clinic, her hands trembling as she held a white piece of paper. Two lines. Positive. Her vision blurred slightly. “Two weeks pregnant,” the doctor had said gently. The words echoed in her mind.Pregnant. Again. With William’s child. Annie let out a shaky breath, placing a hand over her stomach. So much had already gone wrong. Nathan was still weak. Mia was confused and scared. Selena was destroying everything. And now… This. A soft, bitter smile appeared on Annie’s lips. “Of all times…” she whispered.She didn’t tell anyone. Not Leah. And definitely not William. This was something she
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Chapter: The Fall The Miller mansion felt colder than ever. Tension lingered in every corner, thick and suffocating. Annie stood near the staircase, holding Mia close, her heart still racing from Mr. Miller’s shocking declaration. The children will stay with the Miller family. The words kept echoing in her mind. “No… I won’t let them take you from me,” she whispered softly, tightening her hold on Mia. Mia hugged her back. “I don’t want to stay here without you, Mom…” Annie’s chest ached. “You won’t. I promise.” Across the room, Selena stood quietly beside William, her head slightly lowered, playing the part of the fragile victim. But behind her lowered gaze… Her eyes were cold. Calculating. Mrs. Miller stepped forward suddenly. “Enough of this nonsense!” Her voice cut sharply through the room. Everyone turned. Unlike her husband, Mrs. Miller’s expression was filled with anger. She pointed directly at Selena. “This woman is dangerous.” Selena looked up, her eyes already filling wit
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Chapter: Truth and Chains The city lights blurred into streaks as William sped through the empty roads. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. Nathan. His son. Taken right in front of him. A cold rage burned in his chest, stronger than anything he had ever felt before. “Track her phone,” he ordered sharply. Shawn, seated beside him with a laptop open, nodded quickly. “I’m on it… she turned it off, but I’m tracing her last signal.” William’s eyes darkened. “Find her.” Across the city, in an abandoned warehouse near the outskirts… Nathan sat on the cold floor, his small body trembling. Selena stood a few feet away, pacing. Her mind was racing. Everything had spiraled faster than she expected. But she wasn’t done yet. She looked at Nathan. The boy was weak. Pale. Fragile. One push… and everything could end. But she hesitated. Because if he died too soon, William would never forgive her. No. She needed control. Leverage. “Don’t cry,” she said coldly. Nathan wiped
Last Updated: 2026-03-20

Stripper's love: Addicted to Me
I’m a moaning mess as Sebastian slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body.
Celestia was never a daughter to those who raised her; she was a transaction. At just eighteen, she was sold to the cold and powerful Sinclair family to settle her father’s mounting gambling debts, a heartless deal orchestrated by both her father and her stepmother.
After escaping the initial humiliation and betrayal of her family cage, Celestia disappeared into the shadows. By twenty, she was living a life they would never imagine, working as a stripper at the gritty New Bay Bar. It was there, under the neon lights, that Sebastian Sinclair the ruthless billionaire playboy first set his eyes on her. He didn't realize she was the girl his family had already "bought" until the truth crashed down.
Now, at twenty-one, the ultimate betrayal is set in stone. Celestia isn't marrying the man who stalks her dreams and haunts her touch. Instead, she is set to marry Sebastian’s elder brother, Marco Sinclair.
Trapped between the brother she is legally bound to and the brother who is dangerously addicted to her, Celestia is playing a lethal game of revenge. What begins as a calculated move to destroy the Sinclairs from within quickly spirals into a dark obsession. Sebastian doesn't just break the rules for her; he rewrites them, and he has no intention of letting his brother keep what he considers his.
Can she survive the price of being a Sinclair bride? Or will the fire between her and Sebastian burn the entire empire down?
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Chapter: AnnouncementCelestiaI shouldn’t have come.The moment I stepped into the Sinclair estate, I felt it.Eyes. Whispers. Attention that didn’t belong to me—but was somehow tied to me.Priscilla walked beside me, quieter than usual.“You can still leave,” she said under her breath.I shook my head. “No.”If something was happening here, I needed to see it for myself.The main hall was already filled.Men in suits.Women in expensive dresses.All of them talking in low voices, like they were waiting for something important.“Do you know what this is about?” I asked.Priscilla hesitated. “I heard it was an announcement.”My stomach tightened.“About what?” She didn’t answer. That was enough. Across the room, I spotted him.Sebastian.Standing near the bar, speaking to one of his men.He looked the same as always.Calm.Composed.Untouchable.But the moment his eyes found mineSomething shifted..But I saw it. He excused himself immediately and walked toward me.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly.
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Chapter: what happens NextCelestia I should have known something was wrong. The silence. The way the house felt… too still. Even Sebastian hadn’t come by that morning, and that alone made my stomach twist. Priscilla was the one to confirm my fears. She didn’t call. She showed up. The moment I opened the door and saw her face, I knew. “What happened?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. She didn’t step inside immediately. She just stood there, staring at me like she was trying to figure out how to say something she didn’t want to say. “Cel…” My chest tightened. “Just say it.” Slowly, she crossed the threshold. “I heard something this morning.” “From where?” I asked, closing the door behind her. “From someone who works close to the Sinclairs.” My stomach dropped. “What about them?” She hesitated, and that hesitation said more than words ever could. “Your name came up.” I crossed my arms instinctively. “It always does.” “Not like this.” Silence stretched between us. Heavy
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Chapter: line being drawnCelestia The days started blending together. Not in a peaceful way but in a way that made it hard to tell where things were going. Sebastian had been showing up more. Just… there. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. Then I realized Sebastian Sinclair didn’t do coincidences. He came in the afternoons sometimes. Other times, late at night. He never stayed too long, but he never rushed either. Like he was making sure something. Or someone. Was still there. I didn’t ask. And he didn’t explain. That afternoon, he was leaning against the kitchen counter while I poured water into a glass. “You’re staying inside too much,” he said. I glanced at him. “And whose fault is that?” His expression didn’t change. “Mine, apparently.” I handed him the glass. “Apparently.” He took it but didn’t drink immediately. “You’re safer this way.” I leaned against the opposite side of the counter. “Safe isn’t the same as free.” “That’s not the point.” “It is to me.” He studied me for a mom
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Chapter: Shifting Ground Celestia I woke up late, but it didn’t feel like rest. My body was still tired, but my mind hadn’t stopped working since that call. Victor Hale. Even thinking his name made something in my chest tighten. He didn’t sound like a man who made empty threats. He sounded like someone who already knew how things would end and was just waiting for me to catch up. I got out of bed slowly and walked toward the window. The street looked normal. People passing, cars moving, nothing out of place. But I didn’t trust normal anymore. My phone buzzed on the bed. I turned back and picked it up. Priscilla. “Please tell me you’re inside,” she said the moment I answered. “I am.” “Good. Because something feels off today.” I leaned against the wall. “What did you hear?” “There were people asking questions about you again.” My grip on the phone tightened. “At the club?” “Yes. But not the usual type.” I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?” “They weren’t drunk men looking for a show. They w
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Chapter: Blood doesn't mean loyalty Celestia “You’ve become important.” Sebastian’s words stayed with me long after he left. Important. The word didn’t feel like power. It felt like danger. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. My thoughts were everywhere—Sebastian, the men watching me, the stranger who approached me… And then, My father. I exhaled sharply and dialed Priscilla. She picked up instantly. “So you finally decided to remember you have a best friend?” I almost smiled. “Relax.” “I will not relax,” she snapped. “Your father called me again.” My body went still. “What did he say?” “He wants to see you. Urgently.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course he does.” “Celestia, I’m serious. He sounded desperate.” “He’s always desperate when money is involved.” There was a pause. Then Priscilla added “He mentioned Angel.” My jaw tightened. “What about her?” “He said she might be dragged into his mess.” I let out a dry laugh. “Angel would probably celebrate if
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Chapter: Eyes on youCelestia was bent over the cold, unyielding surface of the granite island, her fingers gripping the edge so hard her knuckles had turned white. Her dress was a ruin of fabric bunched around her waist, exposing the delicate black lace of her thong and the smooth curve of her ass to the cool air. Behind her, Sebastian was a furnace of heat, his presence overwhelming, dominating her senses completely. He didn’t ask for permission; he took what was offered with a confidence that made Celestia’s knees weak. She felt the blunt, heavy head of his cock prodding at her entrance, teasing her slick folds. She was already soaking wet, her body betraying her need with a flood of arousal that coated her thighs. The anticipation was a physical ache, a throb deep in her clit that demanded attention. She pushed back against him, a silent plea, a desperate invitation. "Please," she gasped, the word barely audible, torn from her throat by the sheer intensity of her need. Sebastian didn’t make her
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