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 ONE HUNDRED AND NINEKael's povThe torches along the stone walls flickered, though no wind blew. I felt the shift before I heard it, like the shadows themselves had inhaled. Then, from the far corner of the chamber, darkness peeled itself free from the wall, taking shape as a man.At least, half a man.The other half was swallowed in shifting shadows, writhing as though alive, clinging to him like a cloak. The man that emerged was pale, his skin almost luminous against the black. His hair fell in loose ink-dark strands around his face, and his eyes—gods above—his eyes were pools of abyssal black. No whites, no color. Just endless void.And yet he was beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful. A kind of beauty that demanded silence. My heart stuttered in my chest, caught between awe and fear.“Ahh,” he drawled, lips curling to reveal long, sharp fangs. “Finally. A guest.”In one hand, he held a bright red lollipop, which he slid between his teeth with unsettling glee. The sharp tips of his fangs clinked lightly a
Last Updated: 2025-09-22
Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTKael's povI had been through every part of this damned castle, or so I thought. But where my father led me now… it was someplace I had never even heard whispers about.From the threshold alone, my instincts screamed at me to run. Something foul lingered beyond, like rot steeped in shadows, like evil made into a stench I could taste on my tongue. The hairs on my arms rose, and I almost refused to step through. Almost.But Julian didn’t hesitate, so neither could I.This place felt worse than the forbidden forest. I knew that it could kill me but didn't want to but whatever lay in it was allowing me to feel it's power and know to be on my best behavior.We passed into the dark, and I immediately felt it—an aura so vile it sank beneath my skin and clung to my bones. My father guided me silently to a staircase carved from stone, one that spiraled downward into the bowels of the earth.How has this place been here and it wasn't even in the blueprint or the castle? How and when were these
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENkael's pov“What do you mean by weapon?” Lucian asked in a deadly tone. His voice was filled with anger but he controlled himself because even now he knows that he doesn't have that much power over usJulian didn’t hesitate. He never did. My father was always composed, even when speaking of the most damning truths. “There’s a prophecy,” he began, his eyes narrowing slightly, “a prophecy about a she-wolf destined to unite the kingdoms… or lead one to triumph over the other.”Selene stiffened at this, her hands clutching the fabric of her dress so tightly her knuckles whitened. Celeste frowned, confusion and disbelief written all over her face. And Lucian—he froze completely, his jaw clenching as though he already knew where this was going.My father continued, calm, unyielding. “Draken told me of it. He said the she-wolf would come from the Blackthorn line. For years, I assumed it was Celeste—” his gaze flicked briefly at her, dismissive, “—since Lyra was… weak. It seemed logical.”Cel
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXKael’s POVThat was… surprising. I didn't expect that.So that means Lyra…Fuck! I fucked up big time. The silence was suffocating after that no one breathed and no one moved.Selene was the first to shatter it.Her shrill voice sliced through the office like a banshee making me wince. “What?!” she screamed, staggering back as if the word had hit her.Celeste’s brows pinched together, her confusion raw and unfiltered. “Shadowfang? What’s Shadowfang?” she demanded, her eyes darting between us. “I’ve never even heard of it before—”“No time,” I muttered, my voice sharper than intended.My father cursed under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. I found myself echoing the same curse because I could feel a headache coming on due to all.the information that had just been dumped in me. My head spun with everything unraveling before me.I turned away from them, walked toward the wall, and leaned my forehead against the cool stone. It did little to quiet the stor
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVEKael’s POVIt didn’t take long for them to get him. A few minutes, and the heavy oak doors of my father’s office burst open.Lucian Blackthorn was dragged inside, thrashing against the guards like a wild beast. His voice thundered through the room, filled with fury.“What is the meaning of this?!” He roared, his eyes blazing as they locked onto my father. “Julian! Tell your dogs to release me at once!”“Release him,” my father commanded calmly.The guards obeyed instantly, shoving him forward before retreating to the corner of the office. Lucian straightened, tugging at his disheveled coat. He was bleeding, a thin line along his jaw and smears down his arm. The metallic tang of blood filled in the air, and I couldn’t stop the corner of my mouth from twitching upward.Of course he’d made them bleed. Lucian Blackthorn would never go anywhere without a fight.“Your Majesty,” one of the guards stammered. “Four of our men were injured trying to subdue him.”My father waved a dismissive han
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR Kael’s POVMy ftaher sighed and gestured to the empty seat in front of him.“Sit down, Kael.”I obeyed, though my legs felt heavier than usual for some reason because it was hard to see my father so serious and I hoped whatever was coming next wouldn't be bad.He studied me with that same calm and calculating look that always made me feel as if he could read my very soul.“What brought about this question?” His voice was casual, but I wasn’t fooled. My father never asked a question without purpose.I clenched my jaw. There was no point hiding, it would only give him more room to tear me apart later. “Someone who should have died in the forest… is alive. That goes against everything I was ever taught about the forbidden forest.”His gaze didn’t waver. “Who?”I held his stare but remained silent. I wouldn’t give Lyra away. Not unless he gave me something first. “The person isn’t relevant,” I muttered. “I’ll tell you once you come clean with me.”Julian leaned back slowly, folding his h
Last Updated: 2025-09-19
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
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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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