Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender
One night of moon-fueled liquid courage was all it took for Mars Reed to ruin his life.
Mistakenly messaging his cold, predatory Alpha CEO instead of his best friend was strike one. Waking up in the elite VTN ROOM entangled in the powerful limbs of Grant Walker was strike two. But fleeing the scene and leaving behind the pack’s most sensitive legal contracts? That was the death blow to his career.
Mars is a low-level analyst with a dying mother and a mountain of debt. He can’t afford to be the object of an Alpha’s curiosity, especially not one as ruthless as Grant—the man rumored to have a heart made of mountain ice and a secret soul-bond etched in ink on his skin.
But when Mars creeps into the Walker Ridge Estate to beg for his documents back, he doesn’t get a pink slip. He gets a command.
"I need a consort. You need a savior. We sign the blood-bond at dawn."
Grant Walker doesn't do accidents. He doesn't do mercy. And he certainly doesn't do romance. He needs a husband to solidify his claim over Westline Holdings, and Mars is the perfect, disposable piece for his board.
Locked into a high-stakes marriage of convenience, Mars must navigate the lethal politics of Havencrest while resisting the heat of a man who treats him like a subordinate by day and a treasure by night. But as the shadows of the Walker Ridge close in, Mars begins to realize that the "mistake" in the hotel room might not have been a mistake at all—and that Grant’s guarded heart might be the most dangerous trap of all.
He walked into a contract he thought belonged to another man. Now, he belongs to the Alpha.
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Chapter: 90I shifted my weight, staring out at the gray horizon of the West Coast as Grant’s new comms unit hummed in my hand. I was headed straight for the Walker Enterprises Tower when Jonathan’s face flickered onto the dashboard screen. The call was sharp, the link vibrating with a command only a High Alpha could project."Grant, where are you exactly?""I'm ten minutes from the Tower," I replied, my voice gravelly from the lack of sleep and the taste of ash in my mouth."Turn the car around and head to the medical wing. Your mother is in the recovery suite, and things have taken a turn."I hit the brakes hard, the scent of burning rubber filling the cabin. "Haven't you people pushed this far enough? My mother was stable an hour ago. I know your games, Dad. I saw your face when the healers were actually worried. You weren't this panicked then."Jonathan sighed, his image on the screen looking older, the lines around his eyes deepening. "This isn't a ploy to get you away from the office, son.
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Chapter: 89The two men snapped their heads around in unison, catching sight of me as I sprinted across the parking lot. I didn't hesitate; I threw my weight between them, shoving Grant back with a force that surprised even me."What do you think you’re doing to Kenneth?!"Grant staggered, his hands dropping from Kenneth’s throat. He stared at me as if I were a ghost he had conjured from the Silverwood fog. I stood there like a soldier on the front lines, my scent spiked with a jagged, defensive edge. I didn't care about the hierarchy or his Alpha status anymore. My gaze was a wall of ice, sharp and unforgiving."Kenneth, can you breathe? Are you alright?"Kenneth bent over, clutching his chest and drawing in ragged lungfuls of air. He managed a weak wave of his hand, though his face was still flushed from the lack of oxygen.Once I was sure his windpipe wasn't crushed, I whipped my head back to Grant. The fury in my chest felt like it was going to burn me from the inside out. "Is this the only w
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Chapter: 88"Suit yourself."The words felt like lead as they left my lips. I was vibrating with a type of bone-deep exhaustion that made even breathing feel like a chore. I couldn't bear the thought of another round of circular logic with him.I was in no mood for a debate. My mother’s burial was set for three days from now. I hadn't reached out to any of the distant Reed relatives or the lowland scout contacts; I wanted to keep it small, private, and far away from the eyes of the High Alpha.The silence in the bedroom grew heavy, thick with the scent of unspoken grief and stagnant air. I steeled my heart and looked directly at Grant. This time, I didn't let my gaze flicker. I kept my eyes empty, devoid of the love that usually softened them."Can you leave now?""Talk about what tomorrow?" I asked, my voice rising. "Wasn't I clear enough? Grant, I used to think that being with you would be a step up, a way to secure my future, but your family is just too much. I can't stand the way they look at
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Chapter: 87"Huh?" Jonathan snorted, the sound sharp in the quiet recovery wing. "That is only because you are currently blinded by a low-ranking scout. If you weren't, you would see that a male like Kenneth is far too much of a catch for someone like Mars Reed."I felt the hackles on my neck rise instantly. "You’ve been running investigations on Kenneth now?""I am merely protecting the Ridge," Jonathan said, stepping into my personal space. "You have never given me or the Matriarch a reason to worry about your personal life. Even when you were at the academy, while other Alphas were distracted by flings and waste, you never let your guard down. Now, suddenly, you’re acting like a stray over this Mars. How could we not be concerned about the future of the Walker bloodline?""I want what I want," I growled, the vibration deep in my chest.From the beginning, it had always been Mars. Before we crossed paths again, no other scent, no other presence had ever stirred my wolf. The heat in my blood exi
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Chapter: 86Jonathan caught the unspoken warning in my gaze and quickly shifted his tone. "Grant, as long as you don't push this to the edge of the cliff, there is always room for a compromise between father and son. But if you persistently disregard your lineage and the pack’s reputation for that scout, who is ever going to have a good word to say about him?""I rushed over here the second the emergency alarm went off," I snapped, my voice vibrating with suppressed power. "I didn't even get a chance to tell Mars where I was going. I just need to let him know I’m here in case he needs me for something.""What could he possibly need?" My father’s laugh was cold, devoid of any empathy. "The one lying in that hospital bed is the Matriarch of this pack—your mother. If he doesn't understand your position at this moment, does he really have any right to stand by your side?"I didn't want to waste my breath arguing with him. I just stared at the phone in my hand, waiting for a response that didn't come.
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Chapter: 85The words had barely left my mouth when heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the examination room.As the door swung open, Grant saw Brooke Caldwell standing by his mother’s bedside, her hand clutching Amanda’s. Amanda’s eyes were squeezed shut, and Brooke was letting silent tears stream down her face in a display of practiced grief.Upon hearing him enter, Brooke looked up, her eyes forced into a red and puffy state."Grant," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The healers said the Matriarch’s heart is failing fast. I think you should skip the patrol and the office today. If she wakes up, she’ll definitely want to see her son first."Grant stood a distance away. He had no intention of comforting her; his scent remained cold and sharp. He just furrowed his brows, looking at the monitors. "You can go now. Your job here is done.""Okay then. Call me if you need anything."As Brooke moved to leave, she caught a glimpse of Grant searching the side table. Amanda, who was prete
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Mafia Marriage of Convenience
Note- this is an omegaverse where men gives birth-
A marriage signed in blood. A poisoner in a silk suit. And the lie that could burn an empire to the ground.
Santiago Rivera is the cold-blooded Don of Rivera Global. He doesn’t do love, and he certainly doesn't do mercy. But to seize the North Atlantic shipping routes and bury the rival Cruz family forever, he needs a husband. When Eduardo Cruz offers up his most chaotic, scandal-ridden grandson as a blood-sacrifice, Santiago takes the bait. He expects a puppet. He expects a brat.
He doesn't expect a man who tastes like danger and looks like a prayer.
Lanka Cruz is living a dead man’s life. Forced to wear his cousin’s name and hide his own identity, he’s trapped in a den of wolves. To the world, he’s the "Devil of Coral Gables"—a drug-addled socialite with a trail of bodies in his wake. In reality, he’s a painter caught in a mafia crossfire, forced into a marriage with the one man powerful enough to execute him if the truth ever leaks.
The rules were simple: Stay in the penthouse. Play the part. Never let the Rivera Don under your skin.
But in the humid heat of Miami, the lines between a merger and a murder begin to blur. Santiago is hungry for the truth, and Lanka is starving for a touch that isn't a threat. As the Rivera family circles like sharks and the ghosts of Lanka’s past come screaming for blood, the only thing more dangerous than the lie is the heat between them.
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Chapter: 41Guilty on all counts."Santiago’s hand tightened around my fingers as the foreman’s voice cut through the heavy silence of the Miami Federal Courthouse. This was the bloodbath the papers promised. The Don of the Cruz family, Eduardo Cruz, wasn't some untouchable king anymore. He was just a dying old man in a tailored suit. Throughout the trial, he tried to pin the hit on Camila, calling him a rogue soldier, a twisted mistake. The jury didn't buy the senile act. They handed him a sentence that, for a man with one foot in the grave, was a one-way ticket to a pine box."It’s over, Lanka," Santiago rasped.The chaos outside the Rivera Manhattan Residence was just as loud, but inside, the air had finally cleared. Four months had passed since our son was born. Santiago was a different man with him. No more cold orders or distant stares. He handled the late-night feeds, the diaper changes, the quiet moments when the world felt like it wasn't made of bullets and betrayal."We’re calling him R
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Chapter: 40"You’re shaking, Lanka. Sit."Santiago’s hand was firm on my shoulder, guiding me toward the leather settee. I collapsed into the cushions, my eyes glued to the digital file on the screen. I scanned the birth certificates and the baptismal records until the ink blurred. It looked authentic. My mind raced, dragging up jagged fragments of the past. My father’s late-night binges after Mom passed. He’d howl at the ceiling, screaming that they stole his life. I assumed he meant her. What if he meant the son Eduardo snatched?And the cash. God, the cash. He’d get fired from some shipyard job, we’d be days away from an eviction notice, and then he’d vanish for an hour and return with a briefcase full of dirty hundreds. "Grandfather’s debt," he’d call it. I thought it was a pity handout. Now I knew it was the price of a brother."Is there more?" My voice was a ghost of itself. "Maybe there was a complication. A death at the clinic.""Daniel pulled your brother's medical history." Santiago sat
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Chapter: 39"Tell me you’re lying, Daniel."Santiago didn’t turn around. He stood by the desk, his good arm braced against the edge. The air in the office was cold, heavy with the scent of gun oil. I stood by the settee, my heart hammer-drilling into my ribs. The walk in the park had been too quiet. I’d come back expecting the usual silence, the video games, the tension. Instead, I found a crime scene of a conversation.Daniel Brooks didn't flinch. He never does. He just adjusted his shoulder holster and looked at Santiago like a priest giving a final confession. "The money trail is clean, but the mouth isn't. I've got a soldier in a dark room who says otherwise."Santiago finally turned. His face was a mask of cold granite. He looked at me, and I felt the heat of the bullet wound on his shoulder as if it were my own. When he collapsed on that sidewalk in Milan, I felt my world stop. I loved him. I’d spent months running from it, but seeing his blood on the stone had killed the lie. I loved a man
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Chapter: 38"You're late," Lanka muttered.I cut the meeting short because this mattered more. "I don't waste time."He gave a sharp nod, like he’d mapped out every one of my habits. He saw through the Rivera mask better than my own blood. There was a strange weight to that. A comfort I shouldn't have felt.We hit the clinic exactly on the hour. I stood in the corner, a silent shadow, while he stripped into that paper thin hospital gown. When the doctor started spreading that cold gel over his stomach, my hand found his. Pure reflex. I hated the man, but the life inside him was the only thing that made sense anymore."Let’s see what we’re dealing with," the tech said, sliding the wand across Lanka's skin. "Good. Heartbeat is strong. Everything looks clean."We both stared at the monitor. Lanka’s fingers dug into my palm. Hard."Want the reveal?"Neither of us breathed. We just nodded."Look right there." She tapped the screen. "It’s a boy. You’ve got a son."Lanka’s eyes welled up. His grip turne
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Chapter: 37"Expect him to be a killer, not a saint."The car was a tomb on the ride back to the Rivera Manhattan Residence. Santiago gripped the wheel until his knuckles went white. A father. He was going to be a father. The concept hadn't been real until the doctor tossed that plastic box on the bed. Now, it was a physical weight in his chest. He wanted this. He wanted a son to inherit the Rivera throne, but someone who wouldn't have to bleed as early as he did. He’d be different from his own old man. He’d provide the loyalty he never felt. He finally understood the look in Gabriel’s eyes when he looked at Mateo Jr.But the mother? Lanka was a parasite. A grifter who’d replaced Camila in his bed and in the marriage contract. He was a complication wrapped in a beautiful, lying shell. The hit on the Cruz family—the legal hit, at least—would have to wait. The divorce papers were trash now. He’d keep the man around until the heir was safe and a better influence could be found. But was living with h
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Chapter: 36"The mattress is too soft."I woke up in a room that smelled of expensive wax and old blood. A guest wing in the Rivera Manhattan Residence. The bed was a trap, a plush sinking pit that made my head throb as the world stopped spinning. It came back in flashes. The baby shower. Valentina’s forced smiles. Then the floor rushing up and Santiago’s chest hitting my cheek.Santiago was a shadow in the corner. He stood the second my eyes cleared, crossing the distance in two predatory strides. His hand was a heavy weight on my shoulder, shoving me back into the silk pillows."Stay down. Valentina called the family's medic. He’s outside.""I don't need a vet. How long?""Thirty minutes of dead silence.""I'm fine." I pushed against his hand. The room tilted, a sickening whirl of white and gold, but I forced myself upright."You look like you've been dug up, Lanka." Santiago’s face was a mask of jagged lines. He looked ten years older than he did at breakfast."I told you. I'm fine.""Do you m
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FROST OBSESSION
HE’S THE FRAGILE OMEGA THE PACK WANTS TO BREAK. HE’S THE REBEL SAFETY WHO REFUSES TO LET HIM FALL.
Castel “Cass” Castillo had the perfect life—until the night he walked into his dorm and found his boyfriend, the star quarterback, tangled in the sheets with his roommate. In a city of wolves, Cass is suddenly left with nothing but his pride and a target on his back. When the pack’s enforcers come looking for the runaway Castillo, he doesn’t run to his fathers. He runs to the one male he was warned to fear: Lucas “Luke” Navarro.
Luke is everything the pack despises—a gritty, cynical safety who lives for the cold iron of the rink and the secrets he keeps in his shadowed apartment. He knows better than to open his door to a Castillo. He knows that harboring an omega on the run is a death sentence, especially when that omega is claimed by a rival.
But when Cass leans into his palm, his skin burning against Luke’s calloused, hockey-scarred hands, the predatory instinct in Luke’s blood overrides every rule of survival.
They are worlds apart—one sheltered and broken, the other hardened by the brutal reality of the ice. But in the silence of the Navarro Ridge, the line between hate and hunger blurs. As the pack hunts for blood and Brandon Cole makes his move to reclaim his prize, Luke realizes he hasn’t just taken in a roommate. He’s claimed a mate.
And in a world where the cold bites, they are about to start a fire that will consume them both.
BETRAYAL IS THE WOUND. OBSESSION IS THE CURE. BUT IN THE GAME OF WOLVES, WINNING MIGHT COST EVERYTHING.
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Chapter: 47“Move your asses or I’m leaving without you,” Luke roared from the hallway.He slammed his hockey bag onto the floor of the Navarro Ridge lounge. The heavy scent of frozen slush and wolf musk clung to his gear. He didn't look back at the three sisters currently colonizing the sofa, but his eyes drifted toward the kitchen where Cass was still lingering.Luke’s skin felt two sizes too small. Ever since Cass had walked in on him shifted halfway to his Beta form in the steam of the shower, things had been—tense. Every time their eyes met, Luke felt the low, territorial thrum of his wolf scratching at his ribs."Luke, relax," Victoria said, not moving an inch. "The moon isn't even up yet.""I have practice at dawn," Luke snapped, tugging a fresh shirt over his head. "If we’re doing the Graveyard Trail, we go now."Isabella stood up, smoothing her jacket. "He’s just cranky because he hasn’t bitten anything all week. Come on, Cass. Don't let the big bad wolf scare you."Cass stepped into the
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Chapter: 46"You’re seriously not going to share those?" Sofia asked, her blue eyes—the exact shade of Lucas’s—darting between me and the tray.I couldn't help but laugh, waving her forward. "Knock yourself out.""Unreal. These are legendary." She didn't even wait for a plate, swiping at her chin as a stray chocolate-coated oat threatened to drop.Watching the two sisters attack the cookies like they were a starving pack made something in my chest loosen. "Glad you like them. I go heavy on the peanut butter and vanilla, but I cut back on the milk to keep them thick.""Pure brilliance," Isabella muttered through a mouthful, while Sofia just closed her eyes and let out a low groan of approval.I looked at Victoria. "You want in on this?""Try and stop me," she said, lunging toward the counter.The pile of no-bakes vanished at a record pace. I realized if I didn't grab one now, I’d be left with nothing but crumbs and wax paper.The four of us stood in a tight circle around the kitchen island like a
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Chapter: 45"I'll make it right, I promise.Anything you want, I'll do it."When I finally lowered my hands to look at him, Lucas was just standing there, motionless as a statue.I worried my lip between my teeth. "Do you despise me?""I..." He had to physically force himself to swallow. "Of course not. But what the hell were you doing in here, lurking under my frame to begin with?""You wouldn't believe me if I said I was playing a solo game of hide-and-seek, would you?" I asked, trying for hopeful."Not likely," he answered slowly, looking completely adrift. "Truth is probably the only way out of this.""Fine." I let out a long, jagged breath. "The truth is... I was hiding a piece of my gear in your bag."That didn't seem to clear the fog for him at all. His eyes narrowed. "You did... what?""In your hockey bag," I muttered, gesturing toward the gear. "I crept in while the shower was running to plant something of mine in there."His face twisted with so much bafflement I felt like I’d never be
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Chapter: 44No. Absolutely not. Never again! Movement is officially my enemy.""Keep pushing," Luke panted, his hand going to his side as he slowed. "Let's take a quick breather."The dawn chill was sharp enough to cut, but sweat was drenching Cass’s neck, and his throat felt like he’d swallowed a handful of dry sand. It was barbaric. Why did werewolves with heightened senses do this to themselves?"Just two more turns and we’re back at the apartment," Luke urged, matching his stride. "You’re doing it."Cass shot him a look that could kill. He was doing nothing of the sort. He was dying. And it was Luke’s fault. He’d sold this insane fantasy to him.Hey, let's wake up before the sun and subject our bodies to rhythmic torture for thirty minutes straight. It'll be great, said the gorgeous lunatic.Cass officially added him to the hit list.But he kept his feet moving because the alternative was staying out in the cold. When they reached the Navarro Ridge Apartments, Luke forced a cool-down walk tha
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Chapter: 43"I have no idea what to do, Isabella."Luke paced the small confines of the bedroom, his claws itching to slide out as he shoved his hand through his thick hair. He looked at his sister, desperate for a lead. "This needs to end. It's not like Cass is on silver or wolfsbane. No hard drugs, no self-harm. He's just... rotting. Staring at the screen like a drone. Decompressing, he calls it. Is that a crime? He needs to heal his spirit after what Brandon did. How do I get in the middle of that? It isn't my place."He was fighting against his own instinct to intervene, hoping Isabella—who lived to prove him wrong—would do exactly that."Well, who else is going to save him from himself?" she snapped. Luke felt a surge of relief; his sister was taking the bait. "You're his roommate. You’re the only one in this pack who actually sees the state he’s in."Luke shook his head, looking at the floor. "His phone keeps chirping. People reach out. I see him type back. I’m not the only witness. His fam
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Chapter: 42"I can't admit that," Luke muttered, his voice thick.Just thinking it made his gut churn. He kept his head down, refusing to look up. Being the best on the ice wasn't supposed to end in this kind of wreckage. Victor Reyes had gutted him. He’d poisoned Luke’s love for the game, for his pack, and his obsession with a girl he couldn't have. Victor had twisted it all into something filthy.Luke caught his reflection in the hallway glass. He didn't know the man looking back.He had been remade into a ghost."Get back up," Andre Walker urged. He hauled a heavy black case out of the shadows. "Be a better monster on the ice with this than you ever were with a stick."Luke stared at the massive, blunt weight of the defensive lead gear Andre was shoving toward him. He wrinkled his nose. Why the heavy enforcer pads? Lugging that armor across the rink would be a nightmare.He sighed, his shoulders dropping. He took the gear.He slid the chest plate over his head. A strange, primal jolt of electr
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