The alpha king's slave mate
Born of scandal and treated like a curse, Lyra has spent her life suppressed, her wolf silenced and her birthright stolen. When the cruel Alpha King rejects her in favor of her scheming sister and marks her for death, Lyra escapes into the forbidden land of rogues where death should await. But instead of death, she meets him.
The Rogue King. A man believed dead. A man who shouldn't exist alongside his kingdom. A man with secrets darker than the forest itself.
Forced into slavery at his side, Lyra uncovers the truth of her lineage, her stolen powers, and the prophecy that marks her as the Moon Goddess’s Chosen. As kingdoms prepare for war, betrayals unfold, and desire sparks dangerously between captor and captive, Lyra must decide:
Will she remain a slave to fate or become Queen of all?
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY FOURLyra’s POVI didn’t go back to the servant’s quarters.The moment I left Aldric’s chambers, I felt like I couldn’t breathe within the walls of the castle. Everyone and everything felt too close. Too pressuring. Too loud. Like the stone corridors had ears and the portraits had eyes that watched me with new knowledge.So I just walked.I let my feet guide me, unthinking, uncaring, until the path ahead turned into earth and the trees parted into a familiar place.The forest.It welcomed me without question.I stepped past the tree line, deeper and deeper until I reached a clearing that made my breath catch. The same place I’d seen in the dream. The one where the moon goddess spoke to me—where I felt Ember stir for the first time in years.The grass was cool beneath my feet. Dewy. The air held the scent of pine and something ancient.I sat down without thinking, gathering my knees to my chest. Then, slowly, I laid back against the grass, letting it cradle me as I stared up at the moon.Sh
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY THREERonan’s POVIt was late now. The soft glow of moonlight filtered in through the wide windows of Aldric’s office, bathing the dark stone walls in a silver hue. The shadows has long since creeped in. We were all silent for hour, each lost in our heads surrounded by our screaming thoughts.Lyra had grown quiet. I could feel the weight of everything she’d just heard pressing down on her shoulders.Finally, she spoke, her voice small and hesitant. “I… I should head back to the servant’s quarters.”My chest tightened.She stood from the couch slowly, her hands dusting the fabric of her skirt. Aldric’s face fell, his usual brightness dimming with disappointment.“You don’t have to go so soon,” he said gently. “But if you must… promise me something.”Lyra glanced up at him, uncertain.Aldric reached forward and took her hand in both of his, his large fingers almost swallowing hers. “Promise you’ll come see me again. Tomorrow, the day after—whenever. I just want to see you. Talk. Learn who yo
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY TWORonan’s POVThe room was too quiet.I could hear the pounding of my heart, the steady breathing of lyra and Garrick, the way Aldric’s chair creaked slightly as he leaned back—still staring at her like she was a miracle made flesh.Because to him, she was.His granddaughter. The missing piece of a past he thought lost.To me?She was the complication I never saw coming.I stood there, rooted to the floor, watching her as she tried to make sense of everything she’d just heard. Her eyes weren’t glassy with tears, they were just distant and alert. She wasn’t falling apart, she was piecing things together, even if her hands were shaking as she clasped them tightly in her lap.By blood… you are the heir to both thrones.The words rang in my skull again, no matter how many times I tried to silence them.Moonstone and Shadowfang. Her veins carried the right to rule both.She was the Queen of both kingdoms.And I—I was just the rogue prince who had clawed my way back from the dead.I had bled
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY ONELyra’s POV Aldric's expression darkened slightly, like he was about to peel back a layer of truth that had long been kept buried in shadow. “Your father, Lucian,” he began, “was the son of the former King of Moonstone.” My heart stopped. What?! “What?” I blinked rapidly. “That’s not possible. He was a noble, not royalty.” Aldric nodded solemnly. “He was born a prince. The rightful heir to the Moonstone throne. But he didn’t want it. He had no desire for the politics, the crown, or the power. So he stepped down willingly, giving the throne to his best friend—Julian. His beta. Someone he trusted with his life because he had to sibling to pass it on to.” I stared at him, the words struggling to sink in. My father… was born a prince? That kind, quiet man who read bedtime stories to me under candlelight whenever Selene wasn't looking, who laughed like the world never touched him, who braided my hair with trembling fingers when Selene said she was too busy—he had walked away from a
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTYLyra’s POVHe explained that there was a prophecy of a child who would either destroy both kingdoms or unite them.The child would be an offspring of both Moonstone and Shadowfang royalty.I listened in stunned silence as the weight of his words sank deep into my chest. My hands had long gone cold, and my knees felt too weak to hold me up. I had to pull myself away from Ronan and take my seat on the couch again because If not for the couch beneath me, I was sure I would have collapsed by now.“My daughter, Seraphina,” Aldric continued slowly, his voice low but steady, “ran away to be with her lover. A noble from Moonstone named Lucian. They had a child. You, Lyra.”The world tilted.Lucian.My father.His name sounded strange when said by someone else, especially someone like the former King of Shadowfang. My heart thudded loudly in my ears, muffling the next few words until I forced myself to breathe again.I still remember the night he had helped me flee like it was yesterday. The w
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY NINELyra’s POVI blinked, heart pounding in my chest as I looked between Ronan and Garrick, searching for some kind of anchor in this sea of confusion.What had he just called me?“Seraphina…” the former king whispered again, his eyes still wide, lips trembling like he was seeing a ghost. Like I was a ghost.I turned to Garrick, who leaned in and murmured with a stunned expression, “Seraphina was the name of the former princess. The one who vanished more than twenty years ago.”The blood drained from my face. Princess? Vanished? My throat tightened.I looked back at the former king. He was muttering under his breath, tears building in his eyes, completely unseeing.“I didn’t fail her… the prophecy… by the gods, the prophecy was real,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I didn’t fail her… I didn’t—”“What the hell is going on?” Ronan’s sharp voice sliced through the air like a blade.The old man blinked rapidly and seemed to come back to himself. He straightened slightly in his chair, rubbing
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Bound by blood and lies
He was supposed to be a pawn. Now I want to make him my king.
Eli thought freedom meant escape. But freedom is just another illusion when the devil himself wants you. Trapped between the violent love of the men who broke him and the dangerous allure of the man who owns his next breath, Eli must choose: return to the past that nearly destroyed him… or surrender to the enemy who might ruin him in ways that feel a little too good.
Lies. Lust. Power. Obsession.
In this game, love isn’t pure. It’s deadly.
Elias Carter willingly walked into hell. He sold himself to the Rossi Mafia under the disguise of being a victim when in actuality he was an FBI agent.
He planned on taking down the devil, Luca Rossi the Mafia boss, from the inside out but things take an unexpected turn when Luca suddenly becomes interested in Elias and so did his second in command, Matteo Marino.
One saw something pure he wanted to tap into and the other saw something pure that he wanted to ruin.
Elias becomes entangled in their brutal games, burning touches and whispered threats that set his body on fire. A bond which should have never existed, began to bloom.
The truth is exposed and Elias is faced with two impossible options: destroy them or become one of them.
Now, his past wants him dead. His future belongs to the people he was meant to destroy. And his heart? It was never his to begin with.
He was now trapped in a world where love wasn't soft, it was war.
And he lost.
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTYEli's povThere are days when the world feels too loud, too fast — a constant rush of shadows and sounds. But not today.Today, everything is quiet.Not silent. Just… calm.I stood by the window of our estate’s upper lounge, Silas curled in my arms, his head resting gently against my chest. His tiny breaths puffed out in soft, even waves, little fingers wrapped around my shirt like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. My heart clenched. He didn’t know just how many times I had once wished to vanish — and how now, with him, vanishing wasn’t an option anymore.“Are you crying again?” Matteo’s voice floated in from behind, amused and just a bit accusatory. “You’ve become soft, amore.”I didn’t even turn. “And you’re just realizing this now?”He came to stand beside me, his hand brushing over Silas’ back, then settling at my waist. He sighed, soft and dramatic as always. “I miss the days when you glared at everything.”
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND NINETEEN Eli’s POVOne year later…I never thought the sound of crying would become something I adored. But here I was—half-asleep, mismatched socks on, shirt inside out, bottle in one hand and a very wriggly, very loud, very perfect four-month-old in the other.Silas Ricardo Rossi—our son.I still remember the mission like it was yesterday. We were supposed to retrieve stolen cargo in the outskirts of Milan, nothing out of the ordinary. What we found instead was an abandoned safe house with scorch marks on the wall… and a baby in a bassinet, wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, wrapped in a navy blue blanket with a tiny lion embroidered into the corner.He looked at me and didn’t cry. Just stared. As if he knew me.Matteo had nearly passed out. Luca stood frozen. And me? I walked forward like I’d been pulled by a string straight into his orbit. He grabbed my finger. I was a goner.Convincing them took le
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN Eli’s POVThe second the doors opened, everything around me blurred except for them.There they were.My beautiful, loving husbands. Men feared by the world but loved by me. Men that I had never wished nor prayed for and get God has given them to me because he knew that I needed them even without asking.My perfect men.Not just Mafia dons, no. That title didn't matter to me. They were simply mine.My feet moved before I even told them to. The room was silent exclusive the soft melody of a beautiful violin in the background. The guests watched as I walked on. They weren't much because we didn't want a crowd. Just our closest family. People we trusted. People who’d fought beside us. Who knew our chaos and still chose to stand with us.In the past year which we have used to rebuild ourselves, I had one to know a lot of new, friendly faces that meant just as much to me as I was to them as they watched me walk to my hus
Last Updated: 2025-07-24
Chapter: Chapter two hundred and seventeen Eli's pov I had never paced this much in my entire life.The room was quiet except for the gentle hum of classical music playing from a speaker in the corner. Everything was pristine—white lilies in tall vases, silk curtains shifting softly from the morning breeze sneaking through the opened window, a neat table full of gifts and cards. It was all beautiful. Breathtaking, even.And yet, I couldn’t stop moving.My reflection stared back at me from the big corner mirror as I stood in the middle of the room—shirtless, dress pants on, my bowtie hanging undone around my neck like it was just as confused about how this morning was supposed to go."You're going to peel the floor out," Luca said from the doorway, his voice warm with amusement. He looked like hell and heaven at the same time in his tux which was black and perfectly tailored, with a silver pin on his lapel that matched mine and Matteo’s. His curls were a l
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN Luca’s POVThe kitchen still smelled like burnt flour and too much vanilla extract. The lights were dimmed, casting a golden glow across the marble countertops. Matteo was beside me, wiping frosting off the edge of the stove, still chuckling under his breath. I leaned against the island, watching Eli where he lay curled up on the couch, a throw blanket draped over his legs, his chest rising and falling softly.“He passed out mid conversation,” I murmured, voice low so it wouldn’t wake him.Matteo glanced at Eli, his laugh softening into a smile. “He tried. God knows he tried. But once he sat down… it was over.”I couldn’t help the warm pull in my chest. Eli’s hair was a mess of curls, frosting clinging to the edge of his jaw where he’d missed a spot. His lips were parted, the faintest breath whistling out, peaceful and relaxed. He looked… safe. At ease.I walked over and knelt by the couch, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “He l
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN Eli’s POVI didn’t expect to feel this light.After that intense showdown at the Nocturnal, I thought I’d carry the tension on my shoulders for the rest of the week. But as we walked out of the cathedral, shoulder to shoulder, with the cold night air wrapping around us like a second skin, there was something undeniably freeing in having said everything we did.We’d faced the Circle—every threat, every stare, every subtle insult—and we didn’t just survive, we left them speechless. That wasn’t just about pride. It was about reclaiming power. For ourselves. For our family.And tonight, we were going to celebrate.“Alright,” I clapped my hands together as we stepped into the kitchen, “how about we make a cake? A real one. From scratch.”Luca looked up from the glass of wine he was already sipping and raised a brow. “You? Bake? Do you know the difference between baking powder and baking soda?”“I know one makes it rise. The o
Last Updated: 2025-07-23
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride
“You’re mine.”
“No,” she corrected, stepping closer until their chests nearly brushed. “I’m your obsession. There's a difference.”
Then—again—that wicked, infuriating smirk.
He leaned in slowly, lips ghosting over her ear.
“I don’t share, Elara.”
“Then you should’ve tried harder to keep me.”
She turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the garden without looking back.
Killian stayed there, jaw tight, fury simmering below the surface.
She thinks she’s winning.
But she hadn’t seen obsession at its peak.
Not yet
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Elara Beckett picture perfect life crumbles when her step sister, Ivy, stole her fiancé, Aiden, and her father’s company. Heartbroken Elara leaves then returns five years later as a successful fashion designer who is determined to take back her legacy and bring her sister down. She teams up with billionaire Killan Hayes, a ruthless man who has his own vendetta against ivy. A fake engagement is created and they work together to defeat Ivy and Aiden. In the process, sparks fly between Killan and Elara, this complicates their alliance. Dark secrets about her family and Killian's hidden motives come to light threatening to destroy everything. Elara must rise up and reclaim her destiny and find love in the chaos.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT (PRESTON'S POV)Preston waited near the abandoned house on the hilltop, the one that overlooked the Beckett estate from a hidden but elevated angle. It used to be a secret hideout for rich kids playing rebel with cigars and stolen champagne. Now it was sjust dusty and empty.He had a reason for choosing this location specifically.Elara arrived ten minutes late, wrapped in a long black coat and confusion on her face. The sun was beginning to set at this point and she looked even more beautiful in the setting light.“You said it was urgent,” she said, eyes narrowing, breath visible in the cooling evening air. “Did ivy do something to you? Did she—”“It’s not,” Preston cut her off gently. “Come inside. You’ll want to sit.”She hesitated.But something in his voice made her follow without questions.He led her to the back of the house where a makeshift table stood. On it was his laptop and the black drive. He quietly plugged it in and opened a folder that he had titled: The truth.“I’m sorry,” he said s
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN (PRESTON'S POV)It had taken him over a month.Thirty-seven days, to be exact.Preston knew because he’d marked every single one on a digital calendar that synced with three encrypted drives and a burner app disguised as a wellness tracker. Not that Ivy ever paid attention to his phone. She didn’t need to, she thought she owned him. That was her first mistake.The second?She finally trusted him.Or at least, she trusted him enough to hand him the keys to the kingdom: access to her computer.It hadn’t been difficult. A bullshit reason about securing her firewall after “detecting a breach attempt” had done the trick. He’d even tossed in some nonsense about a virus detection and endpoint encryption. Ivy had waved a manicured hand and muttered something about “handling it,” but in the end, she let him.“Don’t fuck anything up,” she’d said, her back turned as she walked away in that ridiculous silk robe and six-inch heels.He didn’t.Not outwardly.But behind the scenes? He’d burned through every defense
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY SIX (ELARA'S POV)The sunlight filtered through the half-open curtains, warming the hardwood floor in the morning light. It was gentle, soft, as if the world knew it had witnessed something tender the night before and decided to ease into the day slowly.Elara stirred.Killian’s bed, no, not his bed, she reminded herself, a room in the house but gods, it smelled like him. That warm, musky scent of cedarwood and freshly washed sheets, the way his voice had sounded when he said she was the one thing he felt too deeply to draw… it had all stuck in her mind against her will.And to her skin.She shifted, a soft moan leaving her throat as soreness ached between her legs. A reminder. A claim for him in her.Stop it, she hissed internally. This is just another step. A phase. You’re not his. He’s the enemy. You’re playing him, remember?But then she looked down.She was wearing his shirt.A white,clean on which was oversized with the buttons half-done because her hands had trembled too much in the dark last
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE (ELARA'S POV)The next morningThe sun filtered in through the tall windows, soft and golden, catching in the strands of Elara’s hair as she sat across from Killian at the breakfast table observing him. The clinking of silverware against china filled the silence, but he hadn’t spoken a word. Not once.Elara tried not to stare, but her eyes kept drifting toward him. His jaw was tight, movements clipped, his gaze never lifting from his plate. Her heart pounded like war drums beneath her chest. Did he know?Had he seen the coded messages she had been sending to Preston, the subtle shifts in her behavior, the too-careful questions she’d asked last night?Was he pulling away?Had she already failed?“Come with me,” he said suddenly, his voice low, unreadable.She blinked, startled. “What?”He stood, not waiting for her to follow, and walked toward the hall. For a moment she hesitated, her hands clenched in her lap, but then she rose, trailing after him with cautious steps. They walked through corridor
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR (ELARA'S POV)The soft rustle of silk was the only thing she could hear through the quiet of Killian’s hallway as Elara stepped into the corridor. Her bare feet padded over the marble, her hair falling in soft waves down her back, and the neckline of her deep burgundy dress dipped just enough to command attention but still whisper elegance.Tonight, she wasn’t playing victim.She was going to be the instigator.Killian had been pacing the living room, phone to his ear, shirt sleeves rolled up, and that familiar scowl furrowing his brow. A man busy making moves, plotting Ivy’s ruin, shielding his own ambitions.He didn’t hear her approach until she spoke.“Are you always this intense when you’re working, Mr. Hayes?”Killian turned. His mouth parted slightly, and for a second, she caught it, the flicker in his eyes. Like hunger. Like lust.“Elara.” He blinked, ending the call mid-sentence without apology. “You… look different.”She gave a soft shrug. “Comfortable dresses don’t have to mean sweatpants
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY THREE (PRESTON'S POV)Preston adjusted his shirt in the mirror of his penthouse suite, smoothing the collar with steady fingers even though his insides were taut with a tension he hadn’t felt in years. Ivy Beckett wasn’t the kind of woman you approached without preparation. She was callculating. Cold. Beautiful in the way a diamond was—sharp-edged, meant to cut.He slipped a small listening device behind his ear, secure beneath his cufflink a tiny recorder. Just in case.The elevator dinged, and he stepped inside, pressing the button for the underground lounge Ivy liked to conduct her "unofficial" meetings in. The ride was smooth, silent, and way too fast.He needed to be ready.Because if this worked, Elara would get everything she wanted and Killian would fall.But if he slipped... even once... Ivy would smell the betrayal like blood in the water.****She was already waiting when he arrived.Of course she was.Leaning elegantly against the red booth in a sheer black blouse and leather pants, red wine ba
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