Cherish Me, Daddy
Eli Ashcroft is an Omega whose scent is so faint it is almost nonexistent. His first mate, Elric, betrays him by cheating with Eli’s own Omega best friend, Liam. The double betrayal destroys their bond, shatters Eli’s trust, and leaves him emotionally numb just as his father becomes gravely ill and medical bills begin to suffocate him.
With no other choice left, Eli accepts an absurd solution: a contract marriage. His husband is Lucen Blackthorne, the most powerful and feared Alpha in the region. To the pack, the reason for Lucen’s choice is cruelly obvious. Eli bears an uncanny resemblance to his late older brother, Elion, the Omega rumored to be Lucen’s lost mate. The contract is mercilessly clear—three years as a substitute to stabilize Lucen’s unstable wolf, generous payment, then a clean separation with nothing owed.
For three years, Eli survives by erasing himself. He suppresses his scent, mimics his brother’s habits, believing imitation is the only reason he is tolerated. When Lucen’s wolf writhes under grief, Eli comforts it quietly, never expecting affection meant for him. Lucen shields him during full moons and touches him with restrained care, yet his golden eyes always seem to look past Eli, searching for someone else. That silent distance hurts more than betrayal ever did.
When the contract ends, Eli returns it calmly and prepares to leave, telling Lucen he is finally free. He expects indifference. Instead, Lucen’s control snaps. Alpha pheromones crash down as Lucen tears the contract apart and pulls Eli into his arms, his wolf roaring through his voice as his fangs brush Eli’s nape.
“Leave?” Lucen growls softly. “My little wolf… your scent has soaked into my den for three years. And now you want to run? Too late.”
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Chapter: CHAPTER 105: BEFORE THE CONTRACT ENDSLUCEN'S POVThe door had barely finished echoing shut behind the last of them when the silence settled again... thick, heavy, almost intimate.I didn’t let go of him. Not after the kiss. Not after the way his lips had softened under mine, the way his hands had instinctively clutched at my suit like I was something solid he could anchor himself to. That reaction… it lingered. It stayed with me longer than it should have.”Lucen,” Eli murmured after the kiss.Eli was still close. Too close.Close enough that I could feel the uneven rhythm of his breathing, still trying to steady itself. Close enough that the faint trace of his scent... jasmine, gardenia and something softer tonight, dampened by tears and fountain water... curled into my lungs and refused to leave.Dangerous. I should’ve stepped back. I didn’t. Instead, my hand remained at his waist, firm, grounding. Keeping him exactly where he was.Mine. The thought came uninvited. I exhaled slowly, forcing it down before it could take
Last Updated: 2026-04-13
Chapter: CHAPTER 104: ONLY FOR AUTHORITY?ELI'S POVHis hand didn’t let go. Even after the kiss or even after the music swelled again and the world slowly returned around us like nothing had just shifted.His hand stayed wrapped around mine... firm, warm, unyielding. And that… that alone was enough to unsettle me more than anything else that happened tonight. Because Lucen didn’t hold on to things. Not people. Not me. Not beyond what was necessary. And yet... Here he was. Still holding on mine. At some point, I want to believe this is all real. But I'm afraid that it is just wishful thinking... because I'm not in Lucen's side as myself but a temporary replacement to my brother.The doors to the ballroom opened, and the noise crashed back into me... music, laughter, the low murmur of conversations layered beneath chandeliers and gold light. The same place that had suffocated me earlier now felt… different. Not welcoming. Not comforting.But different because this time I wasn’t alone. Lucen didn’t slow as we stepped in. If anyt
Last Updated: 2026-04-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 103: FINALLY WHITE AND SILVERLUCEN'S POVFor you.The words left my mouth with a simplicity that betrayed nothing of the storm beneath it. But there was nothing simple about this. Not anymore.I watched him as he held the suit… the silver catching the faint garden lights, reflecting against his damp skin, against the tear tracks he thought I hadn’t noticed. His fingers trembled slightly against the fabric, careful... too careful, like he was afraid it would disappear if he held it too tightly. Like everything else in his life. My chest tightened. Annoying. Unnecessary. Dangerous.“Change,” I said, my tone steady, controlled. “We’re not finished yet.”That was easier. Command. Structure. Distance. It was how I kept everything in place.Eli blinked, pulling his gaze away from the suit to look at me. His eyelashes were wet, clumping together in small, dark fans, and his lower lip quivered... a flicker of vulnerability that sent a jolt of alarm through my system. There was something in his eyes… something softer now.
Last Updated: 2026-04-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 102: A SONGELI'S POV The marble of the fountain’s edge was an icy, unforgiving anchor, biting into my thighs through the layers of my sodden, soaked trousers. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. The ballroom behind me...a cavernous space of gold leaf, crystal chandeliers, and the stifling fragrance of expensive perfumes—felt like a reality I had been evicted from. Everything had dulled. The music, a frantic, swirling waltz, had bled into a rhythmic thrum that pulsed behind my eyes, distorted and distant. I felt like I'm underwater, trapped in the freezing depths of my own quiet misery, while the world above danced on, oblivious. My fingers, pale and trembling, traced the surface of the fountain water. Ripples. They were small, pathetic things that vanished as quickly as they were born. Just like my time here. Just like the phantom status I’d been granted. "Three months," I whispered, the words catching on the jagged edges of a sob. The count was a death sentence I had signed the moment I stepp
Last Updated: 2026-04-10
Chapter: CHAPTER 101: CALELUCEN'S POVI had chosen black for Eli tonight, a stark, obsidian void that swallowed the natural radiance of his skin. I told myself it was for the aesthetic of the gala, a requirement of the high-society Alphas who prowled these marble floors. But that was a lie.I dressed him in black because white made him look like something that could be saved. White made him look like a dawn I wasn’t allowed to own. Black was the color of our reality: a three-year contract with only three months remaining on effectivity, a convenient arrangement signed in ink and sealed with cold indifference. Or so I kept telling myself."Focus, Lucen," I thought, my eyes tracking the movement of the elites around me. He’s a tool. A shield against the elders. Nothing more.But every time he moved, the scent of him... jasmine and gardenia—cut through the heavy perfumes of the ballroom. It irritated me. It drew me in. When he excused himself, claiming he needed a moment, I didn't look at him. I simply nodded, my
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Chapter: CHAPTER 100: THE GALAELI'S POV. The black wool of my tuxedo jacket felt like a shroud. I had spent my life gravitating toward white and the reliable comfort of linen—fabrics that let you breathe, that didn't demand a certain kind of posture. But Lucen was a man of contrasts, a man who saw the world in high-definition ink. To be his partner was to be painted in his colors, whether or not they suited the canvas. "Elion wears black," he had commanded, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that left no room for negotiation. It wasn't a suggestion; it was an instruction on how to exist within his orbit... within the shadow of his true mate... my brother I adjusted the cuff for the tenth time, staring at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of our foyer. My face looked less joyful, or perhaps just hollowed out by the artificial light. I was two years into a life that had become increasingly performative, and yet, staring at the man in the mirror, I felt like a stranger. I was a prop in the Blackthorne n
Last Updated: 2026-04-08
Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover
ADRIAN'S POV
My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged.
One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness.
I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation.
"I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us."
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time."
Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me.
Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t.
It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.
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Chapter: Epilogue: Raines-Dickins FamilyADRIAN'S POVThe clock on the wall glowed 2:03 a.m. in the dim light. I stirred awake to a familiar, dreadful-yet-endearing sound — a chorus of crying that could probably wake the entire penthouse floor.Beside me, Damien groaned, dragging a pillow over his head.“Oh no,” he muttered into the mattress, his voice muffled. “Please tell me that’s just a dream.”I snorted softly. “Unless your dreams include five very loud, very hungry children, I’m afraid not.”He peeked out from under the pillow, one bleary eye open. “Which ones are it this time?”I strained my ears. “Sounds like Selene… and possibly Cassius. No, wait—” another wail joined in “—definitely Cade. So that’s three out of five.”“Only three,” Damien sighed dramatically. “Progress.”I swung my legs out of bed, rubbing my eyes. “Come on, partner-in-parenthood. Let’s divide and conquer before they summon the other two.”He rolled onto his back, glaring at the ceiling. “I’m beginning to suspect the phrase ‘we have so much love to
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
Chapter: Chapter 176: Kids?DAMIEN'S POVI stared at the man sleeping beside me, the soft morning light just beginning to paint streaks across the penthouse bedroom. Adrian was deep in slumber; his breathing was soft, slow, steady. He looked utterly peaceful, probably exhausted, and I knew exactly why.The bedside table was a silent witness to the night’s events: a scattering of metal handcuffs, the black silk blindfold crumpled carelessly next to a single white feather. It had been intense.A familiar knot tightened in my gut. This felt less like something I shared with my husband and more like a ghost of my past life, the one filled with casual, sometimes harsh, encounters with strangers. That life was supposed to be buried the moment I committed to Adrian. Those past relationships were one-night things; this was forever.I had been so reluctant to revisit that part of myself, especially with him. Adrian was everything that was steady and good. But he was also the one who pushed for it.“I want to see all of y
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Chapter: Chapter 175: Damn Dom III (R18+)ADRIAN'S POVMy pulse thrums in my throat as I lie on the soft sheets, my wrists bound tightly overhead with Damien’s black rope, the fibers biting just enough to remind me I’m his. The rough texture digs into my skin, but I don’t flinch. I want the bite. I need it.Damien stands before me, his broad frame silhouetted against the low light, his presence alone enough to make my cock twitch. I see the way his knuckles whiten, the way his jaw tenses just slightly. He’s holding back. Always fucking holding back.“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a rough purr that slides down my spine like a blade. “On your back like the good little boy you are.” His words should humiliate me. They should make me bristle. Instead, my breath hitches, my chest rising and falling faster as heat pools low in my gut. I lick my lips, my mouth already watering for him. “I’ve missed this,” I admit, my voice rough. “Missed you like this.”Damien exhales sharply through his nose, a sound that’s almost a laugh, bu
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Chapter: Chapter 174: Damn Dom II (R18+)DAMIEN'S POVI trace the outline of his body with my gaze, memorizing the way his muscles tense and release, the way his nipples pebble tighter when I exhale slowly, my breath ghosting over his collarbone.Then I reach for the ice cube sitting in the whiskey glass on the nightstand. The cold bites my fingers as I drag it down his sternum, following the trail of dark hair that leads to his cock.Adrian screams... a high, broken sound... as the ice hits his heated skin, his back bowing off the bed. “Fuck—Damieen, ah, Sir—” His voice cracks, his bound hands clenching into fists. I don’t stop.I circle his nipple with the melting ice, watching it bead up even tighter, the cold making it ache. Then I replace the ice with my mouth, my tongue hot and wet, lapping at the stiff peak before I bite down—just hard enough to make him gasp.“Such a responsive little sub,” I growl, my free hand sliding down to wrap around his cock. He’s burning up, his skin flushed, his pre-cum slicking my palm as
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Chapter: Chapter 173: Damn Dom I (R18+)DAMIEN'S POVThe cool wood of the door pressed against Adrian’s back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my pinning body. My whispered promise, laced with a predatory edge, hung in the air between us, thick with anticipation. “We are not going to use any of those twenty boxes of condoms tonight, Adrian.”His breath hitched, a soft, involuntary sound, a blush, delicate as rose petals, bloomed across his cheeks, a testament to the effect I had on him. It was a thrill to feel the responsive thrum of his body against mine, a mirrored echo of the desire churning within me.“We’re going to savor this,” I murmured, my voice a low growl against his ear. “Consider it an extension of our honeymoon phase, my love.”Adrian’s eyes, wide and luminous in the dim hallway light, met mine. A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he asked, feigning innocence, “Again?”“Every night,” I promised, the words a vow as much as a threat. “Every night will be like our wedding night. You’ll get used t
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Chapter: Chapter 172: POSSESSIVENESSADRIAN'S POVThe moment we stepped out of the drug store, I could still feel the heat creeping up my neck. Damien’s shameless antics were nothing new, but the way he’d practically announced our sex life to that poor staff member was next-level audacious. Even now, as we walked back to the car, his fingers tangled possessively with mine, I could see the smugness radiating off him."You’re insufferable," I muttered, though there was no real bite to it. "You enjoy making people uncomfortable, don’t you?"Damien chuckled, the deep rumble of it vibrating against my side as he pulled me closer. "Only when it involves you," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Besides, you love it when I remind everyone who you belong to."I rolled my eyes but didn’t deny it. There was something undeniably thrilling about Damien’s possessiveness—the way his voice dropped into that warning growl whenever someone so much as looked at me wrong. It was primal, intoxicating. And, okay, maybe a little arousing.
Last Updated: 2025-10-29
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession
Tristan Hayes' life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow.
Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed.
After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have.
Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter."
Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me."
Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."
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Chapter: EPILOGUE: FOREVER AND ALWAYSTRISTAN'S POV As we stood on the balcony, gazing out at the gardens, Giovanni's hand still clasped mine, I couldn't help but think about how far we'd come. From the darkness of the Bratva to the warmth of our little family, it was a journey I never could have imagined. "Hey, what's on your mind?" Giovanni asked, his voice low and husky, as he squeezed my hand. I turned to him, a smile spreading across my face. "Just thinking about how much our lives have changed," I said, my eyes locking onto his. "I mean, we're married, we have twins, and we're living a life that's completely our own. I'm a doctor, you're a successful CEO." Giovanni's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "We've come a long way, haven't we?" he said, his voice filled with emotion. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were someone special. That's why I never let you again. And now, here we are, building a life together." I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him, my h
Last Updated: 2025-12-14
Chapter: CHAPTER 165: DOUBLE TROUBLEGIOVANNI'S POVWe waited at the school gate, hands in our pockets, eyes scanning the bustling crowd for our troublemakers. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the familiar chaos of the schoolyard. Tristan and I stood side by side, silently judging the spectacle that was our twins.Gio and Trist... our sons, were as different as night and day, but they were, in their own chaotic way, both perfect reflections of us.It didn’t take long before we spotted them emerging from the gate, their disheveled uniforms and wide, sheepish grins telling a story we didn’t need to hear.Tristan sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest, and his gaze narrowed on the twins. “Uh-oh, that looks like trouble.”I couldn't help but grin. As much as I wanted to scold them, part of me admired their spirited approach to life. It was just… everything they did was always turned up to five. They were mine and Tristan’s, after all.Tristan gave a low chuckle. “And I bet I know what ha
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Chapter: CHAPTER 164: PEACEFUL LIFETRISTAN'S POVThree years had passed since that day—the day I said yes to Giovanni’s stubbornness, to his promise of a life together that I never knew I needed until I had it. And now, as we walked hand in hand through the bustling corridors of the hospital, it was hard to believe how much had changed. Giovanni, who once breathed danger and authority into every room he entered, had become a man who still wielded his power but did so quietly. The old Giovanni, the one of shadows and secrets, was still there, but now he had the warmth of a husband and soon, hopefully, a father.And me? Well, I was the chief trauma surgeon, a title I wore like a second skin. There were days when I could still hear the echoes of my first year... when I didn’t know how I was going to make it through. Now, I was the guy everyone called when things were at their worst, when lives hung in the balance. I had awards hanging on my walls, recognition from colleagues, and yes, even the occasional swooning nurse.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 163: BETTER MANTRISTAN'S POVWe walked up the long, marble staircase to the Sokolov estate, the familiar echo of our steps a new reality. At the entrance, a figure perched on the steps, arms folded, waiting for us like a sentry.Anastasia was draped in a silk coat of midnight blue, her hair pinned back with a single silver hairpin that caught the light. She turned when she heard our footsteps, and a smile broke across her face that was equal parts mischief and relief.“Ah, there you are,” she said, her voice lilting. “You’ve been gone too long. I was beginning to think you’d been swallowed by the very shadows you promised to flee.”Giovanni laughed, “Anie, I’ve dragged my husband here to keep you from monopolizing him.” He nudged me gently with his elbow, a teasing glint in his eyes.Anastasia rolled her eyes dramatically, “You two have been together since sunrise. I was hoping for some drama, but I suppose the drama lives inside you.”I could feel the heat of Giovanni’s hand on my back as he guided
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: CHAPTER 162: STEPPING OUT FROM DARKNESSTRISTAN'S POVThe next morning the sun slipped through the cracked shutters of the Sokolov manor, stealing the last remnants of night‑time heat that still clung to my skin.I was still half‑asleep, the memory of Giovanni’s grin lingering on the underside of my eyelids, and the faint scent of his cologne... spiced sandalwood and something darker, still wreathed my thoughts. My tongue still tasted of his, salty and sweet. I opened my eyes to the sight of Giovanni’s chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was both terrifying and comforting. He was still, for a heartbeat, a lion in repose, his hair a dark halo against the pillow.I could hear the faint flutter of his breath, the way his nostrils flared when a stray thought nudged him awake. Then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, his hand... large, calloused, found the patch of skin where my non-existent drool had gathered.“Stop drooling on me, you idiot,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep. “You’re going to ruin the leat
Last Updated: 2025-12-08
Chapter: CHAPTER 161: TEN ROUNDS TILL SUNRISEGIOVANNI'S POVI pressed my sweat-slick torso against Tristan’s, pinning his wrists above his head with a force that left no doubt who was in control. The now messy silk sheets clung to our bodies, surprisingly cool against the heat radiating between us. The air in the master bedroom was thick, heavy with the scent of cum and the lingering traces of five spent cum loads. Midnight had long passed, but we're not done yet. Our tongues tangled in sloppy, breath-stealing kisses, each one a declaration of unyielding desire.I growled against his swollen lips, my voice low and rough, “I’m not stopping till that sun crawls through the curtains. You still have a pulse, which means I haven't tried hard enough.”Tristan’s eyes sparkled with defiance, his chest heaving beneath mine. His taint was drenched, my renewed erection grinding against it with an iron insistence.The sheer size and heat of my shaft left a wet, slick trail across his perineum every time I shifted. He smirked, his lips curl
Last Updated: 2025-12-06
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