The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha
They say fated mates are sacred, practically unbreakable. But Aiden wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his. That didn’t stop me from loving him like he was the last man left in this cursed world.
He swore he didn’t need a bond to love me.
Said it was pure. Said he’d love me unconditionally.
Said he’d choose me—always.
But now he’s in our bed, moaning another woman’s name like a prayer. Wearing a forbidden pendant laced in black magic—magic strong enough to block the mate bond so I wouldn’t feel the betrayal.
Too late, Aiden. I felt it. Like a dagger slicing straight through my soul.
And just as I hit rock bottom, he shows up.
A young, enigmatic Alpha—feared, powerful, far too young for me.
Alpha Damon.
He’s asking questions about illegal mate bond magic. Magic my husband used to cheat without consequences.
Magic that ties back to a dark conspiracy. Turns out, my perfect little marriage is just the rotten tip of a magic-smuggling empire.
Damon wants my help.
Needs me close.
Says I’m the only one who knows enough to crack this wide open.
But every time he says my name, something in me stirs, something I swore was long dead.
I shouldn’t want him. I couldn't him.
He’s too young.
Too dangerous.
Too…everything.
But goddess help me—he’s the first man who’s ever looked at me like I wasn’t something broken.
Like I wasn’t disposable.
Like I was worth fighting for.
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Chapter: Chapter 139 — The Currency of Want Mara Morning tastes like honey and warmth. Not the kind born of victory or relief those are sharp intoxicating but the quiet sweetness of survival. Of choosing each other before the world intrudes again. Of waking beside him and knowing we fought for this. That we earned it. Sunlight illuminates the long breakfast table in Damon's private dining room, gilding the edges of the china and glass. Light is captured by the crystal and thrown in broken rainbows across the walls. The windows are slightly open letting in the crisp scent of pine and dew. A breeze stirs the curtains and carries with it the scent of the gardens below. Somewhere beyond the estate walls the pack is waking already murmuring with politics and plans and unease. I can feel the pulse of it even from here that low hum of wolves preparing for whatever comes next. But in here— In here it is just us. With his sleeves pushed up to his forearms and his jacket thrown away Damon sit across from me. His hair is still a t
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: Chapter 138 — The Shape of Lies Mara Morning arrives gradually. Not gently nothing in the past twenty four hours merits that term but softly enough that the world doesn't instantly break me again when I wake up. Sheer curtains let in pale, circumspect light, as though even the sun knew better than to rush me. The room has a subtle scent of crushed herb and something sweet and metalic that I know is magework. Traditional magic. cautious magic. Grounding magic. I lie still for a moment cataloging myself. I'm hurting. Everywhere. The kind of pain that penetrates deep into the bone and is persistent rather than acute. My wrists are slightly bruised where the rope formerly bit into the skin and my throat is raw from howling. But I am alive. And whole. Kira? I ask quietly. Here she answers at once solid and steady a presence curled warm around my spine. I did not go anywhere. Relief loosens something tight in my chest. I breathe in. Slowly. Deliberately. The mage is standing close to the distant wall, carefu
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Chapter: Chapter 137 — When the Night Answers Mara's POV The wrong type of silence greets me when I wake up. Not the hush of Damon's estate where even silence breathes with intention. Not the measured stillness of guards changing shifts or the distant heartbeat of a pack at rest. This quiet is empty. Hollow. My thoughts get too loud inside my skull as it pounds against my ears. The first thing I register is cold. It was a moist uneven cold that seeped into my back, shoulders, and palms rather than the crisp coolness of stone flooring or morning air. Earth. leaves. The smell of old rain and pine sap, strong and unpleasant. Forest. My eyes flicker open. I am met with darkness. layered rather than complete. Moonlight fractures into thin streamers that cut across gloom and vanish again as it filters weakly through an unseen canopy. With their sturdy trunks and tangled branches with trees tower like vigilant sentinels. No sounds. No birds. No insects. Wrong. This is incorrect in every way. My head aches. Pounding. Sick
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Chapter: Chapter 136 — When the Moon Draws a Line Mara's POV The pack gathered like a living tide. Not orderly. Not perfectly unified. But present. That alone told me how deep today had cut. They came from all around Redwind, elders leaning on carved canes polished by decades of rule merchants who had shut down their stalls in the middle of comerce and hunters with dirt stil on their boots. Wolve who had never held a sword in their life stood side by side with warrior. Rank blurred. Blood tie vanished. The fact that they had arrived was all that was important. I had never seen that many in one location. The grounds could barely hold them. They spilled out beyond the formal gathering space. Into the gardens. Along the pathways. Some climbed trees to see. Children sat on their parents' shoulders. Before the council rose the open spaces were alive with tension. I could sense it in the way the air quivered against my skin heavy with scents too complex to distinguish: wonder mixed with dread, old and bitter bitterness and relief
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Chapter: Chapter 135— The House Knows Seraphina's POV The house knows we've lost. It greets us with silence too heavy to be accidental, the wards dimmed, the lights low, the air stale as if it has been holding its breath since word traveled faster than we did. Even the stone beneath my feet feels colder and resentful. This place was built for Alphas. It does not welcome dethroned kings. The doors seal behind us with a sound that feels final. Like a tomb closing. Darius does not speak. Neither do I. We walk through the entry hall like ghosts with cloaks discarded and boots echoing too loudly in a space that once bowed to us. The Alpha crest still hangs on the far wall, our crest, but I know it is already meaningless. Symbols die quickly once power abandons them. I can still see it when I close my eyes. The trial. The circle scorched into the ground. The watching packs. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. All of them witnessing. Damon standing across from Darius, bloodied but steady eyes clear with a certainty
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Chapter: Chapter 134 — After the Moon Speaks Mara's POV The arena did not empty all at once. It never did after moments like that moments that rewrote history. Wolves lingered in clusters, voices low, eyes sharp and every movement charged with aftermath. Victory did not dissolve tension. It refined it. Some were celebrating. Embracing. Laughing with relief. Others stood apart. Watching. Calculating. Deciding what this meant for them. I stood at the edge of the arena with Damon beside me. His breathing had steadied. The silver was fading from his eyes but slowly. He was still riding the high of it. The Moon's power. The dominance. I could feel it through the bond. Hot. Electric. Elder Summers found me before the weight of it all could settle too deeply. She moved slowly still healing but her presence remained formidable, unyielding in a way only elders who had survived both loyalty and betrayal could manage. Her husband stayed a respectful step behind her silent as ever but watchful. Always watching. Always ready. "M
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Kings Of The Bratva
“Beg me to lick you, malysh.”
There was no way in hell I’d beg him. But that was until his finger slid into my pussy, stretching me at a deliciously slow curl. “Please.” I whimpered, trembling.
“Say it like you mean it, baby.”
“Lick me, please,” I panted. It was hard not to with the way his finger was curling inside me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly.
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Do you crave men who dominate every room they walk into? Men who won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who dares threaten what’s theirs? Men as lethal as they are possessive, yet drop to their knees for the one woman who sets their cold hearts on fire?
Meet the Kings of the Bratva—ruthless, dangerous, and utterly unstoppable.
From brutal assassins to stolen brides, these stories will drag you into a world of forbidden love, raw passion, and unrelenting danger. Arranged marriages, deadly betrayals, and second chances that will shatter your soul—these men live by their own rules, and their women? They’re the ones bold enough to break them.
Love isn’t soft here—it’s a war, a fire that consumes everything in its path. These men will fight, kill, and burn for the ones they claim.
The Kings of the Bratva don’t just promise passion—they deliver obsession. Are you ready to meet them?
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Chapter: Epilogue - MariaThe hot sun beat down on the beach below and made the water twinkle beneath its rays.Sprawled out on a comfortable chair with a book in my hand, I felt my skin soak up that warmth. It was a beautiful day, and I was more than happy to cook in that sunshine, listening to the waves crashing and reading at my leisure.The beach was a private one that Dimitri had scoped for us and wasted no time gaining ownership of it the moment I said I thought it was beautiful.Dimitri was in the water cooling down since he couldn’t handle being in the sun as long as I could. He swam out as far as he wanted before slowly coming back in.The tanned skin looked ethereal beneath the sun, and I wondered how I got so lucky. How did I manage to be married to someone so reminiscent of a god?When the book lost my attention to the beautiful man wading through the water, I couldn’t help but watch him from over my sunglasses.Eventually, he stepped out and walked across the sand, dripping with water. His
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Chapter: 46. Safe At Last - DimitriMaria’s face was void of emotion as the night came to a close, and the rest had been taken care of by my brothers and some of our men.The two of us walked almost aimlessly to the car, not saying a word. The silence was only broken by the scuff of our boots on the gravel. Aside from the streetlights that lit up our path, everything else was dark around us.The sound of the ocean brushing up against the dock moved with us and paired with the dissolving adrenaline inside me, I had half the mind to lay down right then and there and fall asleep.There was so much I wanted to say—so many things I felt had gone ignored and unspoken. But I didn’t know where to begin. I didn’t know how.My nerves had been strung out for hours by that point, and the exhaustion made me drag my feet.But knowing Maria was unharmed and safe made it all worth it. The constant wash of relief reminded me again and again that I had so much to be grateful for.She is alright. We are alright.The words circl
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Chapter: 45. Punishment Without Death Maria Despite my legs feeling numb, I peeled away from my place and hurried toward them. I couldn’t let her die too. I just couldn’t.“Drop your weapons!” Yaro shouted at the Ricci men, who were all cornered and at a loss. “Surrender and you won’t be killed.”Surrounded and outnumbered, they had no choice but to give in. Dying for a dead man was no longer worth it.Dimitri held his gun firmly on Nera, arm flexing as he contemplated ending it once and for all. But I was there in an instant, riddled with panic.“You can’t kill her,” I blurted, feeling as my eyes burned. “Dimitri, you can’t do this.”Not taking his gaze off her, should she do anything, he clenched his jaw. “She knocked you out, Maria. She worked with her father to kidnap you.”Another rush of burning fear coursed through me and sat heavily in my stomach. “I know, but we’re friends. We have been since we were kids. I would be crushed if she were to die too, even after what happened here.”Dimitri only glanced at me then,
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Chapter: 44. Shot On The Dock- MariaMy eyes burned as I cried, trying to fight through the waves of emotion that pulsed through me.But seeing Dimitri with a gun turned on him, and many of ours on Nera—including Vik’s and Yaro’s—I couldn’t take it. The thought of losing either of them made me forget all about Aldo’s barrel pressed against my head.“Enough of this,” Nikolai said as he emerged from the crowd of Lanstov men with his gun poised on Nera. He eyed her, making sure she didn’t shoot without getting the chance to retaliate. “Nobody needs to die here.”Nera tsked at him. “You’re going to threaten me when your family’s newest pet made it clear she didn’t want me dead?”Nikolai’s anger flared. “If I’m not mistaken, your father is the reason we’re even here.”“How observant of you.”“Now is not the time,” Aldo hissed at his daughter, tightening his grip on me. “I have made my demands and now I need your confirmation. If not, we won’t mind taking it by force.”“Like hell,” Dimitri growled, eyes shifting betwee
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Chapter: 43. Threats And Guns Dimitri Cutting the engine, Roman and I grabbed our gear and headed straight for Nikolai and Valentin. Yaro and Vik were standing not far away and had all the men organized for me.“We’ve located them, and everyone is in place. The drop-off hasn’t happened yet either,” Nikolai said, putting a supportive hand on my shoulder. “Give the word and we move in. Their numbers are bigger than we expected, but we have them surrounded.”With urgency flowing through my veins, I tipped my chin in Yaro’s direction.“Send them out. I’m not wasting another minute.”Everyone seemed to feel my resolve, and our forces were a wall of movement, leaving the shadows and bombarding the dock. Yaro was leading them with his rifle raised, using the training he had been taught.While Vik looked apprehensive about what was going down, he followed his older brother dutifully, armed and ready just like the others.The sound of guns cocking filled the space in one big wave, and warning shouts came from the Ricci m
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Chapter: 42. The Rescue Plan - DimitriNight had fallen over the park by the time I recalled having put a tracker on Maria’s phone. The streetlights were on to illuminate the main path that ran through the green space, reminding me that time was ticking. I could only hope we’d find her before they turned back off.Staring at my phone screen, I waited for the tracker to load, but the moment it showed up on top of our location, I deflated.The phone had been left there after Nera and her men nabbed her. They didn’t want to give away any leads.Huffing, I popped the door open while Roman spoke with Nikolai over the phone going over the details, and started across the grass, now torn up by tire tracks. It had been beautifully manicured once.Reaching the bench Maria had sat on before she was taken, I found her phone sitting perfectly on the weathered wood.I grabbed it and sighed.We hadn’t left the park yet, even if we should’ve. Our men were on the roads tracking them down, but we stayed behind to try and figure s
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