Addicted To My Ex's Alpha Uncle Novels & Stories

"Please…" He did. Slow at first. Controlled. Each thrust deliberate. Deep. My nails dug into his back. Holding on. "Please." I gasped. Pleading. Begging to be taken by my ex's uncle. The Alpha King. "I don't want to hurt you." His ragged breath fell against my neck. "I trust you." I pulled him closer. Something broke behind his eyes. The gentleness vanished. He drove into me. Hard. Fast. Relentless.

Something inside Of me made me wonder why my husband couldn't look at me with those kind of eyes. Why did it have to be his brother instead? I slid easily into the seat that was opposite him and got straight to business; “so how much do you want?” “What–aren't you going to at least order something first?” I snorted. “we're not here on a date in case you forgotten, so tell me how much you need,” He laughed. “Sweetheart you seem to be forgetting that I'm an alpha myself, what makes you think that of all things I could be lacking it would be money,”

Alpha Liam is the richest and most powerful alpha on this continent. His territory spans three states, and Noah is terrified his uncle--Alpha Liam, will annex the Blackwood Pack someday and absorb us into his empire. That fear might be the only leverage I have. I take a breath and walk through the gates.

“Do you have any idea how insane this whole thing sounds right now?” I stayed silent. Because honestly? It sounded insane to me too. Mia folded her arms tightly across her chest. “You slept with your ex-fiancé’s uncle,” she said flatly. “Who also happens to be your terrifying billionaire boss. Then somehow you started having… whatever this thing is between you two while Ethan publicly loses his mind.” When she put it like that, it really did sound catastrophic. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” “I know.” My eyes lifted toward her in surprise. Mia sighed heavily before leaning beside me against the wall.

Cecilia's POV : This is the day I have been waiting for years. Today, I’m marrying my best friend, Alpha Caleb… The thought sent a thrill through me, making my heart flutter with excitement. I couldn't help but smile as I sat in front of the mirror, my reflection looking back at me with wide, sparkling eyes. Caleb and I had been friends since the old Alpha found me during his weekly visit to the borders. They treated me like a real family, and we trusted each other.

My uncle. Draven had taken Allene from me boldly. As if he wanted to carve the humiliation into my bones. An idea slowly formed in my mind, there was a way to make him loosen his grip on her. I was going to hurt him where it mattered most. If I couldn’t reach Draven directly, then I would start with his biker men. I would strip away his strength piece by piece until the pressure became unbearable. Until he let her go. If Draven wanted to play king in exile, then I would remind him that I was still an alpha. And alphas didn’t forgive theft.

I couldn’t help but giggle under the blanket. I’d never been pampered in any good way, but Alpha Raze… he made me feel wanted, like I was okay. But I was still scared. What if I fall for him and the plan backfires? I really didn’t want to give my heart to anyone. I was scared it would be crushed again. Especially since he's Kael’s uncle. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t help but shriek into my pillow. “Can you forget your revenge for once?” my wolf Lauren scolded, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

"I watched my nephew nearly sink his claws into your womb because he was convinced that you were carrying a bastard. And then he rejected you, throwing you out even though you were bleeding, leaving you for dead. If I wanted to harm you or your unborn, I would have." "How... how did you—" "I'm a good hacker." He shrugged. And I instantly knew that he was likely referring to the surveillance stones in our pack. Right. He was going to be Alpha before he was banished anyways, of course he would have found a way to have access. "Then why did you bring me here?" "Because we've both been wronged by people we've loved. Because we both deserve second chances. I found mine, here in the north, in my d

His voice had taken on that smug, self-assured tone he always used when he spoke about his family. My mind keeps drifting back to the alley, to the man with the gun and those intense grey eyes. The world around me felt static, a dull hum compared to the vivid, dangerous memory of that encounter. With feigned curiosity, I cut him short and ask, “And how about your uncle? You’ve mentioned him a few times, but I don’t know much about him.” Josh’s response is terse. “He’s fine.” He gives me a suspicious glance, clearly wondering why I’d brought up his uncle out of the blue. I play it cool.