Drama LGBTQ+ のウェブ小説 &AlphaAge Gapストーリー

Tristan Moretti never wanted to be Alpha. For years he's avoided his fated mate. Skipped the annual mating balls. Defied his father, the current Alpha of Frostlance pack, as long as Tristan could keep his secret: He's gay. If he mates another man, he'll never have pups to continue the Moretti line. If he succumbs to a fated Luna, he'll be stuck in a miserable relationship for the rest of his life. He doesn't know what to do except get ragingly drunk. And that's how he meets Slate. Bartender. Older. A seemingly unassuming, quiet wolf who minds his own business and keeps to himself. But Slate's hiding a dark secret--one behind Frostlance pack's bloody foundations, and the reason why he hates Tristan's father with a murderous passion. Nothing prepares them for the moment their scents reveal them to be fated mates. In all of lupine history, no one's ever heard of male fated mates. Slate may solve one of Tristan's problems--but how can Tristan take his place as Alpha when the man he's bound to not only can't give him heirs... But would slaughter Tristan's own father for everything he's done?

Jackson is an heir to the fortune built on the suffering of enslaved werewolves. Angry at the injustice of it all, he has no choice but to play along with his father's wishes and bend to the society's pressure. Until one day he is ordered to purchase a werewolf 'worthy of standing by his side' at the market. So, maybe he obeyed his father's wishes, but to him it's the first step in his one-man rebellion, a spark that will kindle the flames, when he chooses a werewolf who is needier than the rest. Now Jackson must stoke those flames, while nurturing the traumatized wolf to health, before the world crushes his soul for good. Check out the artwork from chapter ‘Date’ on my Instagram (willowwrites1994) here - https://www.instagram.com/p/CIgP2PQFF8W/

CLAIMED BY MY EX’S UNCLE Finding my Alpha fiancé in bed with my half-brother on our engagement night should have destroyed me. Instead, it set me free. I didn't scream. I didn't shed a tear. I simply stripped off my engagement ring, sprayed a heavy scent-blocker over my rain-and-ozone pheromones, and walked straight out of the penthouse. Desperate to burn away the taste of betrayal, I slipped into Elysium—the city’s most dangerous, off-limits VIP lounge—and threw myself at a dark, commanding stranger with silver eyes. One wild, uninhibited night of pure, revenge-driven sin. No names. No strings. No regrets. Then Monday morning arrived. To save my father’s family estate from bankruptcy, I walked into the skyscraper office of Vance Enterprises to negotiate our bailout contract—only to come face-to-face with the ruthless titan behind the mahogany desk. James Vance. The cold, trillion-dollar Prime Alpha who claimed every inch of my body forty-eight hours ago. And my cheating ex’s notoriously off-limits uncle. The second I step inside, his overwhelming scent of smoked cedar and bitter tangerine floods the room, locking onto my instincts and igniting the hidden bite mark under my collar. James doesn't just offer me a bailout. He offers me a devil’s bargain: a fake marriage of convenience to secure my estate, publicly humiliate his nephew, and put his collar around my neck. It was supposed to be a game of cold, calculated revenge. But as fake touches turn into primal hunger and business arrangements bleed into possessive protection, I realize the most dangerous part isn't getting caught... It's surrendering my heart to the one man capable of ruining me forever.