An omega born without a wolf, Cassandra was neglected and rejected by her alpha mate. Desperate to get away from her life of being shunned by her own alpha mate, she turned to a virtual blind date where love was finally within her reach. But fate turned dangerously when she went off to meet her internet lover. Pursued for the alluring scent of her pheromones, Cassandra was ambushed by rogue wolves. However, it's not just any rogue who's ensnared, but Zero, the notorious and ruthless rogue alpha with a bloodstained reputation, was captivated by her scent as well. In order to save her, Zero marks Cassandra as his mate, creating an unbreakable bond that neither of them wanted. Furious and deceived, Cassandra's heart hurts for the love she really yearns for and believes in as her true mate—and that was the man she met on the internet. Yet, with Zero’s dark claim on her, she must struggle to resist his enthralling pull before she loses herself control of this rogue alpha permanently. [BOOK 1 OF THE NAUGHTY ALPHAS SERIES]
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“I really should’ve fucked you from the very beginning...”
The thought punches through my mind, sharp and relentless, like a dark whisper I’ve been trying to ignore for too long. It feels wrong to admit it, but it’s the damn truth. From the very beginning, I knew what I wanted. No, I felt it.
I remember that first day—how she screamed, how she cried for me to let her go, to release her from the cage she willingly walked into. Back when I hated her. Back when I hated myself for wanting her so bad.
Even now, as her scent wraps around me like a drug that I couldn't seem to quit, a reminder of every moment I wasted denying how I wanted—no, needed her.
My obsession with her was triggered suddenly as her eyes met mine, and it was full of fire and defiance. It made me hiss how I wish I should've claimed her sooner, marked her early, and bound her the first time to me.
But instead, I waited. I played the long game, not because I was cautious but because I wanted her to suffer for what she did to me—without even knowing it. Yet now, looking at her, vulnerable and trembling on my lap, I wonder if I ever really did.
I’ve got my hands around her throat, my grip tight enough to remind her who owned her. Her body trembled under my grasp. Her breasts rise and fall, and her breathing becomes heavier, but still, she dared to lift her chin and meet my eyes head-on.
There was that spark of defiance flickering in her eyes like it always does.
“Stop,” she whispers, her voice low and shaky. It’s a warning, but it’s laced with something else. Something she couldn’t say out loud.
And fuck, my dick becomes even harder. Every bit of my thrust screams to claim her, to take her in every way possible. But she’s still fighting, still trying to resist. It’s laughable, really.
Does she think she can still deny this? Deny me?
Suddenly, her pouty lips said something that I didn’t expect. “This is how it was supposed to be.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of me. I feel her breath coming faster, her body bowing under mine as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
She’s at my mercy, and yet she dared to look at me with such protest. She had the audacity to believe that she had any control left in this situation. Yet the truth was, I only allowed her enough control to make things interesting. Because deep down, she already knows who got the upper hand between us.
She’s known from the beginning that she’s mine. Every part of her, from that fire in her eyes to the way her body responds to my touch—she’s been mine since the day she came to me, seeking protection.
She thought I would save her. She thought I’d be her salvation. It’s almost funny. how naive could she be after not realizing what she had walked herself into—that I wasn’t the hero of this story. I never was. I’m the one people fear. The one they whisper about in dark corners of the city and even the entire state, the rogue wolf who don’t go by any rule book.
and yet, despite knowing that, she still came to me.
She offered money at first, believing that was what I would want, as though she could buy me. She spoke how her family had turned their backs on her, and she thought throwing cash at me would make everything gain the power and influence she needed to exact revenge.
But I didn’t want her money. Hell, I didn’t need it. I accepted what appeared to be a daring deal she proposed in exchange for wanting something far more valuable. even if it would mean I would have to play a part in her pity vendetta against her family.
Regardless, it was still a gain for me, because in exchange of help, I know she wouldn't be able to dare refuse what I would really want to ask her in exchange.
And that was her. Yes, her body, her soul, and everything she had left to give—I wanted it all. And I wanted her to pay until she’s all consumed.
My obsession went far deeper than anything I’d ever experienced. It was fast and hot, an inferno that levelled everything around me like a trigger being pulled. And I know she felt it too, even as she pretends to hold on to her last scrap of defiance.
I humiliated her, played with her mind, and made her believe I didn’t care. I made her think that I didn’t want anything from her except the satisfaction of watching her squirm under my control. But that was a lie. The biggest lie I’ve ever told her. Because the truth wass, I’ve always wanted to taste more of her—every part of her.
And now, I have her exactly where I want her to be.
Her body pressed against mine, and her breathing ragged as she closed her eyes, trying to unsee the reality of her situation. Well, she couldn’t, not anymore.
I could feel her breaking within slowly, and it’s satisfying. However, it’s not enough…not yet.
it was a pity how she came to me asking for protection, and revenge. I could’ve easily turned her away, I could’ve let her deal with her own mess, but I didn’t. Because the moment she walked into my world, I instantly felt that luring sensation that forced me to want her into my world and become a part of it--a part of me.
I brushed my thumb along the curve of her jaw, and her lips parted slightly, her body reacting before her mind could even catch up. She didn’t want any of this, well, at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. But her body said otherwise. Every breath, every movement—it’s all a lie.
“You think this is how it was supposed to be?”I muttered, my voice low and taunting. I then pressed my lips to her ear, and she shuddered, her hands clenching into fists.
“You’re right. This is exactly how it was supposed to be. You, on your knees, at my mercy. Mine,” I added.
Her body trembled, but she didn’t pull away. She just couldn’t. She knows what I’m capable of and what I could do to her. And there was no denying from the look on her eyes how she anticipated it, how she craved for it.
“I hate you,” she whispered, but even as she says it, her voice falters.
“No, you don’t,” I replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. “You hate that you want me. You hate that you can’t stop lusting over my dick inside your pussy,” I said as I pound my dick in a rougher way inside her hole. “And I am here to make all your wetdreams a fuckin’ reality.”
Her eyes grew wide with anger and shock, and at that moment, she looked at me as though she might fight back. and yet she didn’t. Perhaps she knows it would be pointless, as she realize I'd already won.
I pulled her closer as she was sliding towards the edge of the bed, my lips brushing against her breast while I sucked her nipples and nibbled at them as well. She squirmed and gasped, her breath catching in her throat.
Her body tenses, and the way she looked at me now was full of regret, and I couldn’t blame her. Because I made her think that I wanted nothing from her. Yet it was a lie. Because what I truly wanted was everything from her.
Unfortunately, I was the villain, not her protector. I have always been the bad guy, the notorious rogue alpha, and not the hero. And unfortunately, I was her destined mate, and...
She’s my prize to claim.
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing us in with the consequences of my defiance. The only sounds were Kael’s ragged, pained breathing and the frantic hammering of my own heart.Lyra was at Kael’s side in an instant, her hands gentle as she examined the brutal break. “It’s clean, but it’s bad,” she muttered, her voice tight with a fury she didn’t dare voice aloud.Zero didn’t move. He stood perfectly still, his back to me, his shoulders tense. The blazing energy that had surrounded him since his resurrection had banked, replaced by a silent, stormy intensity. I could feel it through the bond—a roiling tempest of pride, fury, and cold, calculating strategy.“Why?” The word wasn’t an accusation. It was a demand for Intel. A tactical debrief.I hugged my arms around myself, the adrenaline fading to leave me cold and shaking. “Because if I used it for him, on his command, it stops being mine.” I looked at Kael’s pale, sweating face, guilt twisting in my gut. “I’m sorry, Kael. I’m so sorry.
The Alpha’s voice was deceptively soft, a thin layer of ice over a bottomless, frozen lake. The air in the training pit, still crackling with the remnants of my stolen power, went dead and still.Zero didn’t flinch. He shifted his weight, ever so slightly, placing himself more squarely between me and the Alpha. The gesture was protective, but also possessive. A claim.“Just testing the limits of our new asset, Alpha,”Zero said, his dual-toned voice smooth, devoid of any hint of the insurrection we’d been planning seconds before. “The results are… promising.”The Alpha’s icy gaze slid from Zero to me. It felt like being dissected by a scalpel made of frost. He could smell the lie. He could feel the tension, the unspent energy of a plan aborted.“I see that,” the Alpha said, his words measured. He took a single step into the pit, his guards fanning out behind him, blocking the exit. “The entire stronghold felt the… disturbance. It seems your mate’s abilities are more volatile than we an
The air in the training pit was still charged, humming with the aftermath of stolen power. I stood there, a live wire of crackling energy, Zero’s strength a roaring tide in my veins. The pack members in the doorway didn’t move. They just stared, their terror a palpable scent in the air.Then, a low groan from the far wall.Zero pushed himself up, shaking his head like a dog clearing water from its ears. Sand cascaded from his shoulders. He got to his feet, and a slow, wide, utterly unhinged grin spread across his face. There was no anger, no humiliation. Only pure, unadulterated delight.“Now,” he said, his dual-toned voice full of dark wonder, “that’s what I’m talking about.”He took a step toward me, and the pack in the doorway flinched back as one. He ignored them, his glowing eyes fixed on me.“You feel it, don’t you?” he purred, stalking closer. “The raw potential. You’re not just a conduit. You’re a reservoir. You can hold my power. Wield it.”I could feel it. It was intoxicatin
The silence in the medical room was absolute, broken only by the steady, powerful beat of Zero’s heart on the monitor. He stood over me, a god resurrected, his touch on my chin branding me. The air crackled with the remnants of whatever power had just passed between us.Then, a whisper from the doorway. “By the Goddess…”It was one of the medics, her hand clasped over her mouth, her eyes wide with a fervent, terrifying awe. She wasn’t looking at Zero. She was looking at me.The spell broke. The room erupted into a chaos of sound.“Did you see that?”“She brought him back!”“The light… it was like moonlight made solid!”“She has no wolf! How is that possible?”Kael was the first to find his voice, though it was rough with shock. “Zero? Brother? Are you… are you whole?”Zero’s dual-toned voice rumbled, his gaze still locked on me, a possessive, blazing heat in his eyes. “I am more than whole.” He finally released my chin, straightening up to his full height. The room seemed to shrink ar
The Alpha left me alone in the cold, silent war room. The schematic of the city stared back at me, a map of territories and power plays that meant nothing. All I could see was the grainy video feed. The monster. The thing that might be my father.It operates on instinct and rage. It has no humanity left.You remember the man it was.The Alpha’s words were a cold seed of hope planted in frozen, barren ground. How could memories be a weapon against that? How could the smell of burnt pancakes and the sound of a familiar laugh stop a beast designed to tear me limb from limb?I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t just wait for dawn and my own execution. I had to see him. I had to see Zero.The hallway outside was clear, the pack members having scattered under the Alpha’s wrath. I moved through the stronghold like a ghost, the whispers starting up again the moment I passed, then quickly dying. They were afraid of me now, but not for the right reasons. They were afraid of the Alpha’s displeasure.
The words didn’t make sense. They were just sounds, syllables that slammed into me and shattered against the uncomprehending wall of my mind.It’s your father.The monitors beeped, a steady, mocking rhythm. Zero’s eyes closed, his head lolling to the side as the drugs or the pain dragged him back under. His hand went limp in mine.I stared at him. I stared at the too-pale skin of his face, the dark lashes against his cheeks, the faint, pained line of his mouth. I replayed the words in my head, over and over, trying to force them to mean something else.It’s your father.The monstrous thing on the screen. The hulking, distorted abomination with too many limbs and rows of jagged teeth. That… that was supposed to be my dad? The man who taught me how to change a tire, who burned pancakes every Sunday morning, whose laugh could fill our whole small apartment?No.It was a lie. A trick. A pain-induced delusion from a dying man. It had to be.But the look in Zero’s eyes in that final moment…
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