Bound To The Three Alpha's
Lyra Hart was nineteen when her life changed forever. Not invisible, but constantly overlooked in the world of Silvercrest Pack, she caught Kael’s attention and became close friends with him and through him, with Riven and Cassian, the heirs of the strongest packs in the region. They were her family, her confidants… and the men who would one night change everything.
One reckless, drunken night at a mating ceremony, Lyra shared a fleeting intimacy with all three Alphas. When she discovered she was pregnant, she told them the truth. But instead of support, she was met with refusal and fear. Pressured by pack politics and their responsibilities, they insisted she abort the baby. Lyra chose her child instead.
Betrayed, alone, and hunted by her own family, Lyra ran to the human world. For five years, she built a life as a brilliant doctor, protecting her daughter Aria and hiding from the pack world she once called home.
But fate doesn’t let her stay away. Her daughter carries a rare secret, one that forces the three Alphas to seek her return. Kael’s quiet remorse, Riven’s fiery obsession, and Cassian’s guarded affection pull her back into a world of power, loyalty, and danger.
Just as Lyra begins to fall for a man in the human world, her past comes crashing back. Her daughter is missing, the Alphas are in peril, and Lyra must face the very men who once betrayed her and the choice that could shatter her heart forever.
Will the three Alphas unite for her and her daughter… or let the past destroy everything?
Ler
Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTEENI stared at the thick cream envelope in my hands like it might vanish if I blinked too hard.The return address read: *University of California, San Francisco – School of Medicine, Office of Admissions.*My fingers trembled so badly the paper rattled. Aria was asleep in the next room, her little chest rising and falling under the faded quilt I’d bought secondhand last winter. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old building settling. It was just past midnight. I’d waited until she was down for the night before I let myself open the mailbox, because I didn’t trust my knees if the answer was no.I slid my thumbnail under the flap. The seal gave with a tiny, satisfying tear.One sheet of heavy letterhead. One paragraph.*Dear Ms. Lyra Hart,**We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to the University of California, San Francisco School of Medicine for the incoming class of…*I didn’t make it past the word *
Última atualização: 2026-01-17
Chapter: Chapter 15LYRA'S POVFourth year of medical school changed everything.Not just academically,thhough the rotations were intense and the residency applications consumed my life.But personally.Bryan stopped being just a friend.It happened gradually, so gradually I almost didn't notice until we were already there.A hand held a moment too long.Looks that lasted just a beat too much.Touches that made my skin warm.The careful dance of two people who wanted something but were afraid to reach for it.Until one night in October, when everything shifted.I'd been on call for thirty-six hours straight. I was exhausted, running on caffeine and adrenaline, and I'd just lost a patient—a young man who'd come in with chest pain that turned out to be a massive heart attack. We'd tried everything, but he'd died on the table.I was sitting in the hospital stairwell, trying not to fall apart, when Bryan found me."Hey," he said softly, sitting down beside me. "I heard about your patient. I'm sorry.""He was
Última atualização: 2025-12-25
Chapter: Chapter 14LYRA'S POVI met Bryan on the worst day of my second year.The patient was twenty-three. Twenty weeks pregnant. She'd come in with cramping and bleeding, hope still bright in her eyes even as I took her vitals."The baby's fine, right?" she'd asked. "This is normal, right?"I'd smiled and said all the right things while my stomach twisted into knots.It wasn't normal.Two hours later, after the ultrasound confirmed no heartbeat, after the doctor delivered the news, after her screams echoed down the hallway—I'd excused myself and barely made it to the stairwell before my legs gave out.I sank onto the cold steps, pressing my palms against my eyes.Twenty weeks.The same gestational age when I'd almost lost Aria. When the contractions had started and wouldn't stop. When the doctors had told me the baby might not make it.But Aria had made it. Had fought. Had survived.This woman's baby hadn't."Hey."I looked up sharply. A man stood at the landing above me, tall, light brown hair, weari
Última atualização: 2025-12-24
Chapter: Chapter 13LYRA'S POVThe acceptance letter arrived on a Tuesday.State University School of Medicine.I stared at the words until they blurred, my hands trembling so badly I nearly dropped the paper."Mama, what's that?" Aria asked from her coloring book. She was five now, dark hair falling past her shoulders, eyes that shifted between blue and gold when she forgot to hide it."A letter from the doctor school.""Open it!"I tore open the envelope with shaking fingers.*We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted...*The rest disappeared as tears filled my eyes. Six years of clawing my way up from nothing. Six years of proving everyone wrong. And now—"I got in," I whispered. "I'm going to be a doctor."Aria squealed and launched herself at me. I caught her, laughing and crying at the same time.We'd done it.---Medical school was hell.Within the first week, I understood why half the students dropped out. The reading was endless. The exams were brutal. The pressure was suffocating
Última atualização: 2025-12-23
Chapter: CHAPTER 12LYRA'S POV Drop off at daycare. Work eight hours. Pick up. Home. Feed her. Study while she napped. Feed her again. Sleep for a few hours. Repeat.It was exhausting.But it was working.At three months, Aria started smiling. Real, genuine smiles that lit up her whole face.At four months, she laughed for the first time a bubbly, joyful sound that made my heart explode.At five months, she started showing more wolf signs. Her eyes flashed gold regularly now. Sometimes, when she got excited, I could feel the pulse of her power.I kept it hidden. Told no one. Not even Dr. Chen, who'd become like a father figure to me.At six months, I finished my first semester of community college with straight A's."I'm impressed," my academic advisor said. "Working full-time, single mother, and still maintaining a 4.0. That's remarkable.""Thank you.""Have you thought about your long-term goals?""Medical school. I want to be a doctor."She nodded slowly. "It's going to be difficult. But if anyone ca
Última atualização: 2025-12-23
Chapter: Chapter 11LYRA'S POVLabor was nothing like the books described.It wasn't beautiful or magical or empowering.It was agony.Eighteen hours of contractions that felt like my body was tearing itself apart. Eighteen hours of breathing exercises that did nothing. Eighteen hours of being alone in a hospital room with only nurses checking in periodically.No mother to hold my hand.No partner to whisper encouragement.No pack to celebrate with me.Just me and the pain."You're doing great," the nurse said during hour fourteen. Her name was Paula, and she'd been kind throughout my entire pregnancy. "Only a few more centimeters.""I can't," I gasped. "I can't do this.""You can. You are." She wiped my forehead with a cool cloth. "That baby is almost here."But it took four more hours.Four more hours of pushing and screaming and crying.And then suddenly—A sharp, bright cry filled the room."It's a girl!" the doctor announced. "A beautiful, healthy girl."A girl.I had a daughter.They placed her on
Última atualização: 2025-12-22
Temptation's Playground
⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️
This series is NOT for the faint of heart or the easily offended.
Inside these pages you’ll find cops riding criminals in the interrogation room, priests bending nuns over sacred altars, CEOs spanking interns with platinum cards, mafia kings breeding undercover agents on stacks of blood money, professors grading with their tongues, therapists hypnotizing patients straight onto their cocks, and one very wicked boss lady who keeps her boy collared under the boardroom table.
Expect: rough breeding, knife-to-throat sex, sacrilege, public claiming, age gaps, cheating, dub-con that melts into desperate consent, spanking, pegging, blasphemy, gun play, and possessive alphaholes (and alphabitches) who don’t ask… they take.
If you blush at “yes, sir,” close this book right now.
If the thought of getting caught mid-orgasm makes you wet… keep reading, baby.
One-click if you dare.
Your panties not included.
Ler
Chapter: PROTECT MY PUSSY(2)CHAPTER 2The private jet hums beneath us like a sleeping beast. I’m curled in the cream leather seat, legs tucked under me, staring out at the black sky streaked with city lights far below. The gala is in three hours another glittering cage of flashbulbs, fake smiles, and sponsors who want pieces of me. I should be rehearsing my speech, scrolling through my phone for last-minute outfit approvals. Instead my mind is stuck on the man sitting three rows back.Ronan.He’s in the rear cabin, door cracked open just enough that I can see the outline of his head bent over a tablet, scrolling through security feeds, jaw set like he’s chewing on steel. He hasn’t spoken to me since last night’s room check. Just a curt “All clear” before he stepped back into the hallway. Professional. Distant. Untouchable.It’s driving me insane.I shift in my seat. The silk dress I’m wearing for the gala rehearsal clings too tight deep emerald, slit high on one thigh, neckline plunging just enough to be elegant
Última atualização: 2026-01-25
Chapter: PROTECT MY PUSSY(1)CHAPTER 1The roar of twenty thousand voices still echoes in my ears even though the lights have dimmed and the stage is empty. I’m in my dressing room now, door locked, robe pulled tight around me like armor. The adrenaline crash always hits hard after a show legs shaky, skin still buzzing from the lights and the screams. I sit on the velvet chair in front of the mirror and stare at my reflection: flawless makeup, hair cascading in perfect waves, lips painted cherry red. America’s sweetheart. Untouchable. Pure.Except tonight I don’t feel pure.There’s an envelope on the vanity. No stamp. Just my name in block letters: ARIA VOSS. My manager must have left it here before he rushed off to handle the after-party invites. I pick it up with two fingers like it might bite.Inside is a single photo of me on stage tonight, mid-note, spotlights haloing me like a saint. Someone has drawn a red heart around my face. Underneath, in the same block letters:I’LL HAVE YOU SOON. YOU’RE MINE.My st
Última atualização: 2026-01-25
Chapter: STRIP FOR YOUR RENT (5)CHAPTER 5The table creaks under my weight as Kai slides back inside me slow this time, deliberate, letting me feel every ridge, every vein dragging against my sensitive walls. I’m still throbbing from the last orgasm, slick with his come and mine, but he doesn’t care. He just watches my face, eyes dark and possessive, like he’s memorizing every twitch, every gasp.“Legs around me,” he orders.I wrap them high on his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back. He sinks deeper. Groans low in his throat.“Fuck, you take me so good,” he mutters. “Like this cunt was made for it.”He starts rolling his hips—deep, grinding circles that hit every spot inside me at once. No rush. Just relentless pressure. My nails rake down his back, leaving red trails over tattoos and scars.“Tell me who owns this,” he says against my mouth.“You,” I breathe. “You own it.”“Louder.”“You own this pussy, Kai.”He rewards me with a hard thrust that makes the table shift an inch.“Gonna keep owning it,” he
Última atualização: 2026-01-24
Chapter: STIP FOR YOUR RENT(4)CHAPTER 4The VIP room feels hotter now, air thick with the scent of my arousal and his sweat. The bass from the main floor thumps through the walls like a second heartbeat. Kai’s still inside me deep, unmoving for a second after my orgasm, letting me feel every thick inch stretching me open. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave prints. His eyes never leave mine.“You came so pretty,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “But we’re nowhere near done.”He pulls out slow agonizingly slow…until just the head is inside. I whimper at the loss, clenching around nothing.“Beg for it back,” he says.“Please,” I gasp. “Put it back in. Please, Kai.”He slams home again. Hard. Once. I cry out, nails digging into his forearms.“That’s better.”He hauls me off the couch arm, spins me around, and pushes me down onto the plush seat. I land on my back, legs splayed. He kneels between them, cock glistening with me, throbbing.“Hands above your head. Hold the cushion.”I obey. Stretch my arms up, fingers
Última atualização: 2026-01-24
Chapter: STRIP FOR YOUR RENT (3)CHAPTER 3The lock clicks. The sound echoes in the small VIP room like a gunshot.I turn back to face him.Kai hasn’t moved from the couch. Legs spread wide, one arm draped along the backrest, drink forgotten on the side table. His eyes are locked on me dark, steady, burning. The red lights paint his skin in shades of crimson and shadow, making the tattoos on his forearms look alive, twisting like they’re reaching for me.I stay by the door. Arms crossed over my chest like that’ll protect me from whatever this is.He tilts his head. “You gonna stand there all night, or you gonna come collect your forgiveness?”My mouth goes dry. “This… this wasn’t part of the plan.”“Plans change.” His voice is low, almost gentle. “You’re short on rent. I’m short on patience. Seems like fate just handed us both a shortcut.”I glance at the door. Could walk out. Tell Big Mike the client’s a no-show. Take the hit on my tips and figure something else tomorrow.But tomorrow is six days closer to eviction.
Última atualização: 2026-01-22
Chapter: STRIP FOR YOUR RENT (2)CHAPTER 2The alarm blares at 6 p.m. sharp. I slap it silent, roll out of the mattress, and stumble to the bathroom. The mirror is fogged from the hot shower I take to scrub off yesterday’s shame. Soap suds slide down my body breasts, stomach, hips like I can wash away the memory of Kai’s voice in the hallway. “Baby girl.” “Figure it out.”I can’t.I stare at my reflection while I dry off. Dark skin glowing under the shitty fluorescent light, braids pulled into a high ponytail, full lips still swollen from biting them last night. My body is my job. My weapon. My curse.Neon Nights is twenty minutes away by ride. I dress for the floor: black lace thong, matching bra that pushes everything up and out, fishnet stockings, sky-high stilettos that make my calves ache by the second song. Glitter body oil cheap but shiny. Red lipstick. Smokey eyes. The uniform of a girl who sells fantasy for cash.The dressing room smells like perfume, sweat, and hairspray. Girls chatter around me loud laughs
Última atualização: 2026-01-22
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