Betrayed By My Alpha Mate, Claimed By The Lycan Prince
Sierra welcomes her child in pain into the world, excited that the mockery of her barrenness will be silenced when she presents the child to her mate and the pack, but her child is cruelly snatched from her breasts and she is rejected and banished by her mate who reveals that she was just a breeder for him and he would never be proud to walk in public with a fat, ugly and wolfless omega like her. Her mate introduces her child to the pack as the biological daughter of his mistress, and the pack members call for Sierra's banishment after being manipulated by their Alpha.
Sierra had no choice but return home and honour her parents' arranged marriage to the cruel Lycan Prince, Kairo, who does nothing but destroy everything his hand touches. But Sierra is ready to be destroyed by this devastatingly handsome man if it means saving her daughter from the hands of her ex-mate. Prince Kairo is not who everyone paints him to be, but once he sets his eyes on her, he is eager to claim the entirety of her body and soul and bring the moon to her feet, but there is a catch... Sierra has to bear him an heir during the first year of their marriage.
Now, Sierra knows that after the first child of a wolfless omega, she will be sterile forever... And she, who has just given birth to her child, is sterile and won't be able to give Prince Karis an heir.
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Chapter: Chapter 17: Nothing For FreeSierra"You look terrible," Liriel said, closing my chamber door behind her without waiting to be asked in. "I take it you didn't sleep.""I didn't.""And yet here I am, and there's no answer waiting for me. That's not a good sign, Sierra.""I have questions first.""You had an hour to think, not to interrogate me.""You said you could find the tower. Confirm she's alive." I made myself hold her gaze instead of looking away, the way I would have with Fenris across the training ring steady, unwilling to be the first to flinch. "Prove it.""Prove it.""Before I agree to anything. Before I give up everything I have here on the strength of one conversation with a woman who's admitted she wants my husband for herself.""That's a bold way to phrase a request from someone with nothing to bargain with.""I have the one thing you actually want. Which means I get to ask for something before I hand it over."Liriel was quiet for a moment, studying me the way she might study an opponent who'd une
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Chapter: Chapter 16: Someone Else Already KnowsSierra I came back from training already braced for another day of silence, mud drying on my hands, my mind still circling the same unanswered question it had circled for a week, where the letter had gone, whether Bassel was simply delayed or something worse, whether I'd just handed my one working plan to a stranger for a fistful of coin and nothing to show for it. I wasn't braced for what I found waiting in my chambers. Liriel sat in the chair by my window as if she'd been invited, one leg crossed neatly over the other, a folded piece of paper resting in her lap with the particular stillness of something she wanted noticed. I knew the paper before I was close enough to read it. I recognized the fold, the small deliberate crease I'd made myself, sealing words meant for no one but a midwife three days north of here. My whole body went cold. "You should sit," Liriel said, not looking up right away. "You look like you're about to be sick, and honestly, given what I'm holding, I unde
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Chapter: Chapter 15: A Message NorthSierraThe unease from Theron's visit didn't fade the way I expected it to. It settled instead, low and persistent, a splinter I couldn't quite work free no matter how many times I turned it over. No one who'd notice if something changed. Three days had passed since he'd said it, and I still hadn't decided whether it was a threat or simply the careless cruelty of a man who liked reminding people how exposed they were.Either way, it had done something to me I hadn't expected. It had reminded me, with brutal clarity, exactly how little time I actually had.I sat at my writing desk that evening with a blank sheet of paper in front of me and thought about Aurora not the abstract idea of her, the daughter I was saving in principle, but the actual weight of her in my arms for the few minutes I'd been allowed to hold her before Darius took her away. The way her small fist had curled around my finger. The sound she made, half cry and half question, like even a newborn could tell something
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Chapter: Chapter 14: While The Prince Is AwaySierraKairo told me himself, two mornings later, standing in the doorway of my chambers with his travel cloak already half-fastened."Border dispute near the eastern ridge," he said. "Nothing that should take longer than a few days, but I need to see it settled myself rather than trust it to a report.""A few days," I repeated, and hated how much weight I put on the words, like I was asking for a promise instead of an itinerary."Three, Four at most." He studied me for a moment longer than the sentence required, and I wondered if he could still feel the shape of our conversation on the training ground sitting between us, the same way I could. "Fenris and Rook will keep watch. You'll be safe."I told him I knew that. I told him to go, that Lycan territory wouldn't run itself while he stood in my doorway looking for a reason to stay. He left within the hour, and I stood at the window of my chambers and watched his retinue disappear down the eastern road until the dust settled and ther
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Chapter: Chapter 13: The Potion That FailedLirielI had told myself I would not do this.I had told myself that a hundred times over the past week, lying awake in my chambers replaying the moment Kairo overruled me in front of the entire court, chose her, the wolf less nothing from Glendale, over my own counsel and every time I told myself I wouldn't stoop to this, the humiliation of it came back sharper than before, until wouldn't had quietly worn itself down into would.The vial sat in my palm, small and unremarkable, the kind of thing no one would look at twice. My grandmother's recipe, refined over generations of women in my bloodline who understood that some doors only open when a man's guard is down enough to forget he has one.It wasn't poison. I want that understood, even now, even by no one but myself in an empty room. I would never have poisoned him. This was gentler than that a compulsion, a pull toward whoever stood closest when it took hold, nothing that couldn't be explained away afterward as wine and exhaustion
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Chapter: Chapter 12: What He Actually SeesSierraKairo found me on the training ground an hour before sunset, the light going soft and gold across the dirt I'd been eating all afternoon.I didn't hear him arrive. That was the first sign something was different, Kairo never approached quietly. He was a man who filled a room by walking into it, who didn't need to announce himself because his presence did it for him. But this time I only noticed him when Fenris straightened abruptly and stepped back, and I turned to find my husband standing at the edge of the ring with an expression I couldn't immediately place."That's enough for today," he said. Not to me. To Fenris.Fenris didn't argue. He inclined his head and left without a word, and Rook followed a half-second later, and then it was just the two of us and the long shadows and my own ragged breathing."I wasn't finished," I said, wiping mud from my forearm."You've trained every day this week. Twice, some days." He wasn't angry. That was almost worse I could have handled a
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FAKING IT WITH THE ALPHA CAPTAIN RIVAL
Elena Hart was born a Hart and raised like trash. Handed to the maid as a baby because her own family said she was too sickly to keep, she grew up scrubbing floors, slinging burgers, and loving the one woman who never once threw her away.
When her foster mom Martha needed a sixty eight thousand dollar heart surgery, Elena's rich half sister Victoria offered a deal soaked in cruelty. Wear a wig and pretend to be me for one night with my boyfriend, Ryder Knight, the alpha son and hockey captain everyone in Hartwood Territory bows to. Do it and Martha lives.
One night was supposed to be easy. Instead the fated mate bond snapped between Elena and Ryder so hard it nearly broke them both. Then her wig came off in front of the whole school and Ryder looked at her like she was something he scraped off his shoe. He chose Victoria instead of the mate he became vulnerable with.
Elena did not crawl away quietly this time. She found Aiden Cross, heir to a rival pack, and let revenge get loud. But revenge cracked open something bigger, a hidden hospital file, a stolen birthright, a secret gift buried in her own blood, and a truth about two babies switched at birth twenty years ago that would burn two packs to the ground.
Some girls get discarded. Elena Hart came back wearing a crown nobody knew she was born with, and two men who once called her nothing were about to spend the rest of their lives proving they deserved her.
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Chapter: Chapter Nine: ElenaI read Victoria's name in that text so many times it stopped looking like a word.She's the one who made sure the review board got an anonymous tip.I didn't sleep again. By the time I dragged myself into the girls' bathroom before first period, running on nothing but two hours of shallow, useless rest, I told myself the worst of it was already behind me. I'd survived the wig, the engagement announcement and the letter so whatever today brought, I could survive that too.Then I looked up at the mirror.Someone had written across it in thick black marker, right at eye level, impossible to miss.HOMEWRECKER GOES HOME.My stomach turned over. I stood there staring at my own reflection warped behind those four words, feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with clothes or wigs or cameras. This wasn't rumor anymore. This was someone standing in this exact spot, marker in hand, deciding I deserved to see it the second I walked in.I grabbed a paper towel and scrubbed at it until my
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVERyderThe words never came. I felt them die in my throat the second Marcus Hart's hand closed around my arm.He didn't drag me. He didn't have to. One look from him and the crowd around us folded backward like water breaking around a rock. Victoria grabbed my other sleeve, her nails digging in through the fabric, and together the three of us moved through the arena tunnel and into a room I'd only ever seen used for press interviews. Marcus shut the door himself. The click of the lock sounded louder than the whole crowd outside.“Sit,” he said.Nobody sat.His voice was calm. That was the part that scared me. My own father yells when he's angry. Marcus Hart just got quiet, and quiet from a man like that was worse than any shout I'd ever heard.“Do either of you understand what almost happened out there?” he asked. He wasn't looking at Victoria. He was looking at me.“Marcus, I can explain—” Victoria started.“I am not talking to you yet.” He still hadn't raised his voice. He didn't ne
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR: ElenaI walked into my mom’s hospital room with a heavy heart. The smell of medicine and cleaning stuff filled the air. Martha looked so small in the bed. Her face was pale and her breathing sounded weak. I sat down next to her and took her thin hand. It felt cold. I held it tight like it could keep me from falling apart.“You look tired, Elena,” Mom whispered. Her eyes opened slowly and she gave me a weak smile. “Did you stay up late studying again? You work too hard, baby.”I forced a smile even though my chest hurt. “I am finishing a big project, Mom. It is a lot but I am making it work. I promise.”She squeezed my hand back. “You have such a kind heart. Just make sure you take care of yourself too. Do not let this world make you hard like stone. I know it has been tough since your father... since he sent us away.”Tears burned my eyes. “He knocked up the maid and threw us out. But I will fix it. I will get the money for your surgery. You are going to be okay.”Mom touched my cheek. “Ele
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREE: ElenaEvery pair of eyes in the VIP suite was fixed on me. My real dark hair was out in the open. The cold air hit my skin and made me shiver. Phones flashed all around me. The laughter started low then grew louder and meaner. It felt like knives in my ears.Ryder stepped back from me. His face went hard like stone. The warm bond that had felt so good in the suite now twisted painful in my chest. He looked at me with cold eyes.“You really thought you could trick an alpha?” he said out loud. His voice was full of venom. “Pathetic. I should have known it was not her. A girl like you would do anything for attention.”“Ryder, please,” I said. My voice shook badly. Tears burned my eyes. “I can explain. It is not what you think. The bond... you felt it too, right? When we were together. It was real.”“Save it,” he snapped. He turned his back on me and pulled Victoria close. “She is obsessed. Unstable. Get this janitor out of here.”The words cut deep. I felt the mate bond scream inside me. He ha
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO: ElenaOne minute I was Elena, the tired girl who cleaned floors and served burgers to pay bills. The next minute I was standing in Victoria’s fancy room, looking like her. The silk dress felt cold and slippery on my skin. It hugged my body tight and showed more than I was used to. Victoria had fixed my hair with a blonde wig. It took hours to pin it down right. She kept saying one wrong move and my mom would die. Those words stayed in my head like a warning bell.I looked in the mirror and did not recognize myself. The dress was short and shiny. My legs looked longer in the heels she made me wear. I practiced smiling like Victoria, tilting my head the way she did. “You better not mess this up, Elena,” Victoria said while she watched me. “One slip and Martha gets nothing. No surgery, no medicine. She dies in that dirty hospital bed.”“I will not mess up,” I said. My voice came out small. “This is for my mom. Our dad’s other daughter. The one he knocked up with the maid and then threw away.”
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Chapter: Chapter one: ElenaI pushed through the crowded hallway, keeping my head down. My left shoe was a disaster. The sole flapped against the wet tile with every step. It made this sad, slapping sound that followed me like a bad joke. I was so tired. My legs felt heavy, like they had weights tied to them. All I wanted was to get to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. Maybe that would wake me up a little.I had worked an all-night shift at the diner. My hands still smelled like greasy burgers and old oil. Before that, I cleaned floors at the school. Three jobs in total. That was my life now. Work, work, and more work. And then worry about Mom.My stomach growled loud enough that I worried someone might hear. I had not eaten since yesterday afternoon. But food could wait. Everything could wait except Mom. She was in the hospital again. Her heart was getting worse. The doctors said she needed surgery soon. Sixty-eight thousand dollars. That number kept spinning in my head like a bad song I could not
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OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28
“I warned you, pumpkin,” he grumbled after my first cry for him to slow down. But he could tell I was lying because I couldn't stop grinding my clit against his upper thigh.
I shivered when his fingers found my pussy. The touch made me realize how wet I was. He slid two fingers around my clit playfully, and it only made me moan shamelessly. I could feel the urge in my stomach, my body breathing, expecting what followed as he slid those fingers in effortlessly.
“Vinicio…” I gasped. He chuckled.
“You’re so wet, Laura… I won’t be gentle.” He looked up, straight through my naked body and into my eyes. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, and I’ll double it.”
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What happens when a contract of three months is not enough? When she runs away after finding out it only took one night before she could get pregnant?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 31 — THE ASHES OF A LIEPOV: VinicioSix weeks. That was how long the world had been spinning without my family in it. Six weeks of living in the crawlspaces of this city, eating dust and sleeping with a shotgun across my chest, waiting for the right moment to pull the pins on the foundation of Teresa’s new empire.Today, the foundation cracked.I stood on the periphery of the cordoned-off wreck that had once been a safehouse in the harbor district. The air was thick, choked with the smell of wet charcoal and scorched timber. Firefighters were still hosing down the charred skeleton of the building, the steam rising into the cold morning air like the breath of some dying beast.Two body bags were being loaded into the back of a coroner’s van.My heart did a stuttering, violent jump in my chest. Even knowing the plan, even knowing the stakes, the sight of those black bags made the world tilt."They're gone, Vinicio," a voice said.I didn't turn around. I didn't have to. I knew the cadence, the smug, honey-coat
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Chapter: CHAPTER 30 — THE LAST GOODBYEPOV: VinicioThe safehouse was a hollowed-out wreck of a cabin somewhere in the northern woods, miles away from the city, miles away from the life that had tried to chew us up and spit us out. The only sound was the rhythmic thrum of the rain against the tin roof and the occasional, soft whimper of Thomas.My son. Thomas.I looked at the name on his birth certificate, a scrap of paper that felt heavier than a tombstone. He was sleeping in a travel crib in the corner, his small chest rising and falling in a steady, perfect rhythm. He didn't know that his father was a ghost. He didn't know that the empire his grandfather had built was currently being dismantled and sold off by a woman who wouldn't have blinked if we had all been turned to ash.I was sitting at the small, scarred wooden table, a burner phone in front of me. I'd made the call. I'd made the arrangements. And I'd made the choice that was going to tear my heart out of my chest.Laurabeth walked over. She was quiet, her movements
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Chapter: CHAPTER 29 — THE LAST HANDPOV: VinicioThe air in the alley was thick with the scent of ozone and the coming rain. I was walking, my heart pounding in my ears, Laurabeth pressed against my side, our son a warm weight in the crook of my arm. My boots hit the pavement with a heavy, final rhythm. I could hear the shouting behind us, the police swarming the warehouse, the chaotic, frantic energy of Teresa putting on the performance of a lifetime.She was a brilliant actress. She always had been.But something about the way she had looked at me, that shark-like glint in her eyes, refused to settle in my gut. I stopped under the flickering yellow glow of a streetlamp, the shadows stretching out like fingers grabbing at my feet."Vinicio?" Laurabeth's voice was a broken whisper. She looked at the black sedan idling at the end of the alley, then back at the warehouse. "Are we really doing this? Are we just... leaving?"I looked at the car. It was a clean getaway. A life of anonymity, of safety, of peace. No more targets o
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Chapter: CHAPTER 28 — THE COST OF SALVATIONPOV: VinicioI didn't hear the silence of the warehouse until I was already inside. It was the kind of silence that screamed. My gun was out, my heart was beating a rhythm of pure, unadulterated terror, and every shadow in that graveyard of corrugated metal looked like a killer waiting to drop me.I'd been driving like a man possessed, dodging every logical instinct to go to the police, to call for backup, to do anything other than charge headlong into the darkness. I hadn't come for a firefight. I had come for a miracle.I rounded the final partition, the heavy steel door of the shipping container hanging off its hinges like a broken jaw. I braced myself for the sight of Marchetti, ready to put a dozen rounds into his chest before he even knew I was there.I stopped dead.Marchetti was on the ground. He wasn't moving. There was a crater in the center of his forehead that told me he wasn't getting up, not that day, not ever. The blood was still wet, pooling into the cracks of the conc
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Chapter: CHAPTER 27 — THE TURNPOV: LaurabethMy breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. Every inhale felt like fire scraping through my lungs. My chest burned, my body was exhausted beyond anything I had ever known, and my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird desperate to escape. Blood still seeped slowly from the wounds I’d sustained during the escape attempt, warm and sticky against my torn clothes. The cold steel floor of the shipping container pressed into my back, the restraints biting into my wrists and ankles. I was pinned, helpless, but I would not let go of the tiny bundle tucked protectively against my chest.Marchetti loomed over me, his shadow stretching long and menacing across the dim space. He smelled of cold earth, expensive cigars, and something sharper—victory. His long-fingered hand inched toward my son.“Move,” I hissed, my voice raw and broken from screaming earlier. “I don’t care that I’m bleeding. I don’t care that I’m tied to this filthy floor. I would tear your throat out with
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Chapter: CHAPTER 26 — THE FIRST BREATHPOV: LaurabethThe world had narrowed down to two things: the white-hot agony in my core and the cold, unyielding reality of the duct tape over my mouth.I was in a shipping container. I knew this because every time the wind howled outside, the metal walls groaned like a dying beast. It was dark, except for the flickering light of a single dying bulb, and the air was thick with the smell of rust and motor oil.My son. I had to think about him. Not the pain. Not the fact that my wrists were rubbed raw from the zip-ties biting into my skin.I felt another contraction, and it was worse than the ones before. It was a tidal wave of pressure that threatened to snap my spine. I arched my back against the hard plastic of the chair, my head hitting the metal wall behind me with a dull thud. A muffled sob broke through my throat, vibrating against the tape.I looked at the tablet resting on a pile of crates across the room. The screen was dim, but I could see Vinicio. He was kneeling on the con
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