First-Person POV Web Novels & Bully Twisted Stories

Her Alpha Father forced her to marry the most known powerful, tyrant, ruthless, and cold-hearted Alpha in the werewolf realm, who happened to be his fated mate too. However, he rejected her outright. She tried every possible means to make him accept her but she failed. He treated her like a worthless whore. When she ran away and gave up any hope that her mate would accept her, she met someone who treated her like a princess. She was already contemplating accepting this new lover when her mate who rejected her chased her and tried everything to win her back. Would she give her mate another chance or accept this new lover? Whatever her decision, could she find her real strength and value in the end?

You are weak, Rhea. Physically. Psychologically. You are a walking bruise." "I am handing you a grenade with the pin already pulled. If you drop it, it will destroy everything you still have left." That was my introduction to Logan McAllister. The NHL's most violent goalie. A man one scandal away from being erased from the league. And the monster I was hired to fix. I thought I was there to manage his reputation. I was wrong. From the moment I walk into his world, Logan decides I am not his publicist. I am something far more dangerous in his eyes. Something he refuses to let go. He invades my space like he owns the air I breathe. He watches me like I am already trapped. And every time I try to resist, he breaks another piece of my control without even raising his voice. There are no boundaries with him. No safe rules. No distance that keeps me untouched. He locks me in his penthouse and calls it protection. He humiliates me in front of powerful men and calls it strategy. And when I try to run, he simply reminds me that nowhere is out of reach. I came to rebuild his career. Instead, I am becoming part of his possession. And the most terrifying part is not his control. It is how easily my body starts to forget that I should hate him. Because Logan McAllister does not fall in love. He takes.

“I hate you.” His growl reverberates against my throat at my words. His mouth drags slowly along my skin, deliberate. Punishing. Claiming. My pulse betrays me. I want him to kiss me. Goddess— I need him to kiss me. I need him to do more than kiss me. But he doesn't. How he loves to toture me. He pulls back just enough to breathe against my lips. It takes every ounce of self control for me not to reach out and haul his face back unto my skin. It takes every ounce of self control for me not to start spouting out all the nasty things I need him to do to me. “Again,” he breathes against my lips. “Tell me how much you hate me.” “I hate you,” I rush out. “I hate you so fucking much.” “I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.” A dark sound leaves him. I fall in love with that sound. Immediately And then he’s kissing me. Like hatred and hunger are the same thing. And this time, he isn't stopping. ***** In the Eastern pack, power is currency. And Mia just became The New Alpha's favorite investment.