I Woke Up Engaged To An Alpha
“W-what are you doing?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was hoarse and raw from screaming.
Varul was silent as he pulled my hands over my head, pressing my wrists together against the dark wood of the headboard.
“Varul, wait," I breathed, my voice trembling as the cool air of the bedchamber brushed over my bare, flushed skin. I was sure he could see how hard my heart was hammering.
He wound the cool, smooth silk of the tie around my wrists, securing them to the heavy iron scrollwork of the headboard. He bound them tight enough that I couldn't slip free.
When he let go, my arms were trapped above my head, arching my back and offering my entire, aching body up to him.
Varul stood up from the bed, stepping back just enough to take me in. His dark amber eyes swept down my body, burning with an intense possessiveness that made my skin prickle with heat.
"Beautiful," he said darkly. "My queen bound to my bed."
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Sigrun Parker was ripped from her modern life in Brooklyn and thrown into a brutal world.
She’s a princess wedded off to Varul—the feared, stoic Alpha King of the North.
To the rest of the realm, King Varul is a lethal warlord who commands terror with a single glare. But behind closed doors, he is a man obsessed with his mate—and determined to tame the celestial fire burning inside her.
As dark enemies plot to tear the kingdom apart, Sigrun must navigate dangerous wolves, politics, magic, and an intense, primal bond with a king who demands her complete surrender.
He wants to rule the North.
He lives to possess her.
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WARNING - THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES. For mature readers only.
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Chapter: Author’s Noteoh my God!!! we made it to the end, guys! *cue in the confetti and happy tears =) when I first started writing this book, I never could have imagined the incredible journey it would take me on. to my incredible readers—present and future, thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading this story from the very first chapter to this final epilogue. your encouragement, comments, and endless support throughout Sigrun and Varul's journey have meant the absolute world to me. creating this universe was a labor of love, and sharing it with you has been an ABSOLUTE dream. thank you for loving these characters as much as I do and for riding every wave of drama, magic, and romance right along with them. I hope you loved this ending as much as I loved writing it for you. xx PS: I don’t plan for Sigrun and Varul’s chapter to close here. I plan for us to see a little more of them in Book 2 - FATED TO THE GRUMPY BETA - Elara & Darren’s story. I WOKE UP ENGAGED TO AN ALPHA
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Chapter: Book Playlisttracks that inspired some scenes in this book... in no particular order. enjoy! ;) -“War of Hearts" by Ruelle -“BIRDS OF A FEATHER" by Billie Eilish -“we’ve been loving in silence" by MARO -“Wicked Game" by Ursine Vulpine ft. Annaca -“High Enough” by K.Flay -“Earned It" by The Weeknd -“When the Chaos Comes” by PUBLIC NOISE, Ruelle -“Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Lorde -“River" by Bishop Briggs -“Never Tear Us Apart" by Paloma Faith -“Midnight City" by M83 -“Until I Found You" by Stephen Sanchez
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Chapter: EPILOGUE (2)Five Years Later… PRINCESS SIGRUN OF WINDSMOOR “Sorry!” I called out to the honking driver whose car I’d nearly run into while crossing the road. The morning traffic through Lower Manhattan was a special kind of hell, but as far as I was concerned, it was mostly my own fault for overestimating the transit times on the N train. Five years in this loud, metallic realm had taught me one undeniable truth: an art degree was completely, utterly useless when you possessed zero artistic talent. When the soul exchange had occurred, I had inherited this version of Sigrun’s life, her best friend, her apartment, her wardrobe, and her enrollment at NYU. Officially, Sigrun Parker was now an art school graduate. Unofficially, Princess Sigrun of Windsmoor could not draw, paint, or sculpt to save her life. My first attempt at a portrait had looked like a bruised turnip, and my final thesis project was only passed because the professor convinced himself it was a "post-modern commentary on
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Chapter: EPILOGUE (1)SIGRUN Giving birth hurt. Like A LOT. Like hell—or what I imagined hell to feel like. Nobody had warned me. Or you know, given me a fucking heads-up at the very least on the sheer agony that your body goes through while squeezing out a whole other human being. The snowfall had begun before dawn, a thick, heavy blanket of white descending over Pillak Towers that turned the northern wilderness into a sanctuary of stillness. Inside the royal bedchamber, however, the air was heavy with heat, steam, and the charged scent of sea salt, pine, and raw celestial magic. At nine months and two weeks, my body had finally decided it was time. "Breathe, Sigrun. Deeply, princess. Through your nose." Varul’s voice was a low, steady anchor in the violent storm sweeping through my limbs. He was on his knees beside the high four-poster bed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. My hands gripped his tightly, almost crushing his fingers. Another contraction slammed into my lower b
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Chapter: Chapter One-Hundred-and-seventeen: I Need A BathSIGRUN "Varul—" My voice was a breathless rasp as his warm, wet tongue dragged upward, slowly licking from the base of my swollen folds all the way to my aching clít. My knees were parted wide, my hands tied above my head to the headboard. He was on his knees between my thighs, a man saying his prayers. His hands locked beneath my thighs, lifting me slightly to tilt my pelvis directly into his face. A low, gravelly grunt rumbling deep in his chest as his mouth devoured me. The wet, slick sounds of his mouth against my skin were driving me wild. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to. He ate me with the silent, ravenous devotion of a starving man arriving at a feast, completely consumed by the act itself. His thumb pressed against my clít and swirled in steady, rhythmic pressure while his tongue licked, sucked, and drank me in. My hands strained against the ties holding my wrists bound as the first wave of pleasure slammed into me like a tidal wave. "Oh, God—" I gasped
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Chapter: Chapter One-Hundred-and-sixteen: Damn You, VarulSIGRUN Painting, as it turned out, was the single activity left in this entire kingdom that did not require a royal decree, three armed guards, and an act of parliament for me to perform. I sat in a padded high velvet armchair in the western drawing room, my easel angled just right to catch the soft, pale sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The room smelled delightfully of wet oil paints, linseed oil, and the warm, buttery aroma of fresh strawberry cakes sitting on the low table beside me. My bump was a full ultra-size watermelon now. At seven months, carrying a high-powered direwolf pup that treated my ribcage like its personal trampoline, my bump sat high, round, and remarkably heavy against my frame. I was exhausted, my ankles swelled if I stood too long, and my magic occasionally flickered out of my fingers in harmless blue sparks whenever I sneezed. Despite the physical toll, I was feeling good. Energetic, even. But sitting here with a thin brush in ha
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His Darkest Obsession (Haunted Kings #1)
WARNING - EXPLICIT SCENES, BDSM
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The quiet nerds are the freakiest.
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Rule #1 of dating: Never trust the "she's just like a sister to me" female best friend.
For twelve months, Joanna competed with a ghost. Her boyfriend’s best friend was always there, dominating their relationship from the sidelines. When the truth finally shatters her world, Joanna is left with an ugly-cry face, a bruised ego, and a hollow chest.
She thought she was broken beyond repair. Then she met a modern-day Clark Kent with a dominant streak.
Rowan Thorne is a man of precise algorithms and cold logic, completely detached from the messy world of heartbreak. Yet, the moment he sees Joanna about to collapse, his calculating world shifts. He becomes her shield and anchor, and her…his darkest obsession.
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Chapter: Chapter 8: CLARK KENT!JOANNA I take another sip of my champagne and immediately remember why I don’t drink champagne. It tastes like sparkling disappointment. Then again, maybe my taste buds just aren’t rich enough. Around me, Icarus gleams. Everything about the club screams obscene wealth. The ceiling disappears into darkness broken by cascading crystal lights. Marble floors reflect designer heels and polished Italian leather shoes. Every other person I glance at looks like they either owns a private jet, models for Vogue, or has inherited enough money to casually buy a small country. Women glide past in dresses that undoubtedly cost more than my entire wardrobe combined. One of them is wearing what looks suspiciously like actual diamonds sewn into her dress. I stare for an extra second. Yep. Definitely diamonds. Meanwhile, I’m silently praying nobody spills some expensive thing on my dress. It’s a direct result of a last-minute shopping splurge. And by splurge, I mean a literal financi
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Chapter: Chapter 7: WHERE ARE YOU GOING, THORNE?ROWAN Wealth attracts exactly three kinds of people. Those born into it, those who built it, and those desperately trying to be photographed beside it. Icarus has managed to gather all three under one roof tonight. From our glass-walled mezzanine in the VIP section, the entire spectacle looks less like a high-profile launch party and more like a beautifully curated zoo. Downstairs, a world-famous DJ is currently committing crimes against music, blasting bass so loud it vibrates through the leather of our booth. Influencers pose in front of the marble staircase as though they’d personally commissioned the architecture, nepo babies loudly discuss "investments" funded entirely by their parents' trust accounts, and models drift between tables wearing dresses worth more than the average Manhattan mortgage. Luca calls it networking. I call it overpopulation. “If you stare any harder at that railing, Thorne, you're going to burn a hole through the steel," a voice drawls in a
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Chapter: Chapter 6: ABSOLUTE TRAITORSJOANNA[One month later...] There are exactly three things I’ve learned over the last month. One: heartbreak is apparently not a straight line. Two: blocking your ex means absolutely nothing if you’re the idiot who keeps unblocking him at two in the morning just to see if he looks miserable. Three: Kenneth looks annoyingly well-rested in selfies. I block him again. Hopefully for the last time. “…And blocked,” I mutter triumphantly, tossing my phone onto the nearest chair before temptation can strike again. Ria, who’s currently stealing fries off my plate from across the kitchen island, raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “That’s what you said last Thursday, and the Tuesday before that, and the Sunday before that.” I glare at her and she blinks at me innocently. “Well, I mean it this time.” She pops another fry into her mouth. “I’ll believe it when your thumb develops self-control.” “…Rude.” She grins. The annoying thing is…She’s right. Recovery hasn’t been some dramatic movie
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Chapter: Chapter 5: JOANNA, GET A GRIPJOANNA “Ria, wait—" My voice comes out as a pathetic, dry rasp, completely lacking the strength to cut through the sudden spike of adrenaline in the air. Ria doesn't hear me. She steps directly into the stranger’s space, her small frame vibrating with a terrifying, protective fury. Her midnight-black hair practically crackles as she glares up at him, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her shoulders squared like she’s ready to commit a felony on my behalf. God, I love her. “I said, what the fuck are you doing, stranger?” she demands. Only then does he take a step back. The movement creates space between us I’d barely realized he’d invaded. I suck in a steadier breath. He doesn’t look offended. Or intimidated. He simply turns to face Ria, one slow movement at a time, until I fully appreciate just how unfairly tall he is. Good Lord. He has at least half a foot on her. He raises both hands, palms open. A universal gesture of surrender. "I'm not touc
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Chapter: Chapter 4: WHO TF ARE YOU?ROWAN Numbers are clean, logical, and entirely devoid of emotion. That is why I like them. Algorithmic forecasting models don’t have a fragile ego. They certainly don’t call you at midnight to remind you that your older brother has just successfully resected a glioblastoma while you are merely "playing with spreadsheets." I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, ignoring the faint vibration of my phone in my breast pocket. It's my mother. Again. Calling, I'm sure, to remind me about Julian’s celebratory dinner. A dinner I plan on skipping because a room full of arrogant neurosurgeons is a special kind of hell I lack the patience for. I just haven't gotten around to telling her that I won't be there. It'll break her heart, for sure, but she'll be the only one to miss me there. I sit on my barstool in the dim, leather-scented quiet of the financial district’s most discreet lounge, nursing a scotch as I go through the stock market charts on my tablet. After the shitt
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Chapter: Chapter 3: I'M GOING TO THROW UPJOANNAFor two full weeks, I exist in a liminal space of heavy, dreamless sleep and waking numbness. I exist entirely in oversized sweatpants, watching the shadows shift across my bedroom ceiling while playing the last year of my life on a torturous loop. I try as much as I can to block out the world. I try not to look at social media, but I can’t help stalking Paula's Ins.tag.ram. I feel bitter envy as I scroll through the pretty selfies she’s posted, and I am very analytical in comparing her looks with mine. Maybe if I was thinner and had clearer skin, Ken wouldn’t have thought twice before setting those boundaries with her. I’m also ashamed to say this (and I can’t even let Ria know about it), but I unblocked him sometime ago, desperate to hear from him. He’s called and texted, but I haven’t picked up any calls or replied any of his texts. Am I crazy for unblocking my emotional cheater ex so I can feel better about myself whenever his name lights up my phone screen? Yeah, I
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