Alyssa Milano Nsfw

On my wedding day, my arranged fiancé abandoned me and chose my sister instead. As I became the laughingstock of every elite guest in attendance, my business partner James Crawford shocked everyone by publicly proposing to me with a passionate declaration of love. After we married, he was incredibly attentive, especially during my pregnancy when he catered to my every need. I thought my suffering had finally ended. Until I overheard his confession to my sister: "I've only ever loved you." James's voice carried a passion I'd never heard him use with me. "Marry her? I was only after her resources, connections, and her talent for making money. She's nothing but a useful cash cow." "Now that she's pregnant, even better." His tone was coldly calculating. "With the baby, she'll be even more dependent on me, more devoted. She'll never leave." Everything I had treasured—our love, our marriage—was all a lie. Learning the truth, I turned and walked away without a word. I was done with this charade. Everything that belonged to me, I would reclaim with my own hands.

I was a she-wolf in heat. During this cycle, I needed release multiple times a day, or the ache became unbearable. Every morning, I woke up soaking wet, my panties clinging to my slick entrance. Even the slightest movement made the emptiness feel maddening. My Alpha mate, Ethan, was supposed to be home taking care of my needs, but he’d been away on pack business for over two weeks. After patrolling the territory, I couldn't suppress the urge any longer. Panting heavily, I ducked behind a secluded thicket and began to touch myself. Just then, a rough, large hand grabbed my ass from behind, squeezing hard. A shiver ran through my entire body. I intended to snap at the intruder, ready to tell him to fuck off, but when I turned around, my face burned with a blush. It was Liam—Ethan's brother who had just arrived at the pack. He was a tall, handsome Alpha with rock-hard muscles and eyes burning with lust. He hadn't recognized me; he thought I was just some random she-wolf in heat and continued to grope me shamelessly. "Let's see who we have here," Liam murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Just a little she-wolf in heat, acting like a bitch in need." His Alpha pheromones enveloped me, driving my inner wolf wild with the heat. My slick coated my thighs as the wetness increased. My muscles tensed, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain, aching to be pinched by him. Embarrassment warred with desire. I knew this was wrong—he was my mate's brother. What if Ethan found out? But my body wouldn't listen. My hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, chasing the pressure of his fingers. But just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan……

As Gamma of the Creed Pack, I'd held the Northern Border alone for three full years. Every time I called in to ask when I could come home, my mate — the Alpha of Creed — picked up the phone himself. He told me the rogues weren't cleared. He told me the rival packs were still circling. He said, "Nora. One more year. Once we have completely eliminated all our enemies, I will hold the grandest mating ceremony for you. I swear it on the Moon." I believed him. When I dragged myself out of a pile of dead rogues with a silver arrowhead still lodged an inch from my heart, bleeding too fast for a medevac, my warriors had to shift and run me back in wolf form all the way to Creed territory. The moment we crossed the border, I saw fairy lights strung from every streetlamp along the road to the pack house. Pack wolves on the sidewalks were talking loud, smiling at each other. "The Alpha's Mating Ceremony is tonight. He's taking the Elder's daughter as Luna. Three years of peace on the border. It's a good time to be Creed." I coughed dark blood into the fur on the back of my warrior's neck and laughed, short and bitter. He hadn't needed me holding the border. He just hadn't wanted me home.

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

Our family road trip ended in a cliffside plunge. The Moon Goddess told us that to survive, we must enter the werewolf world and conquer the cruelest Alpha in existence. Only by obtaining the Alpha’s "Token of the Blood Oath" could our family be reborn. My cousin Chloe, brimming with confidence, chose the identity of the "Savior." She attempted to replicate the "White Moonlight"—the lost love—from the Alpha's memories. Meanwhile, the "Spectators" from this world were blowing up the chat stream: "This family is interesting. Much smarter than the last batch." "As long as one of them gets the Token, they all resurrect. I’m betting on the blonde hottie." "For sure. The way that Alpha looks at her? His favorability is already maxed out." Just when we thought victory was in the bag, the next day brought devastating news. The first batch of family members who entered the instance were wiped out. And Cousin Chloe died the most gruesome death of them all. The tone of the chat instantly shifted to mockery and ridicule: "LMAO. Did they really think this was some fluffy romance novel? That’s the Rogue King who crawled out of a pile of corpses." "Forget his 'White Moonlight.' He wouldn't hesitate to kill his own Fated Mate."

My Alpha mate Derek secretly inherited his sister-in-law Sarah after his brother's death. On the surface, I was his Luna, but in reality, Sarah was the one who truly held his heart. He praised me as the most exceptional Luna, tasking me with caring for all pack members, yet when Sarah tended to an injured male wolf, his jealousy flared so violently that he bit off the poor wolf's paw. In public, he proclaimed me as his beloved Luna to the entire pack, while keeping Sarah hidden safely in the shadows. When enemy wolves kidnapped me after discovering my identity, I desperately reached out through our mind link, begging for help. His response cut deeper than any physical wound: "Olivia, Sarah is carrying my pup. We'll tell everyone it's my brother's son. I must protect her and the baby without leaving her side for even a moment." "Just endure for a few days. Once Sarah's morning sickness improves, I'll lead all our warriors to rescue you." In the days that followed, I sent countless pleas for help through our link, but received nothing in return. Eventually, our connection shattered completely. For an entire year, those wolves imprisoned and tortured me. They broke my hind legs and ripped out my fangs, stripping me of my wolf's dignity. Derek never came for me. When I finally escaped and stumbled back to our territory, blood-soaked and broken, I discovered my daughter locked in the silver prison where rogue wolves were kept. She was being torn apart as food, her small body covered in wounds. Meanwhile, my mate—my pup's father—was joyfully celebrating the first birthday of his and Sarah's pup, announcing that Sarah's child would become the pack's heir. Tears streaming down my face, I gathered my skeletal little pup in my arms. "It’s OK, sweetie. I'll find you a better dad."

Mon compagnon Damien, l'Alpha, ignorait tout : je l'aimais en secret depuis sept ans. Ce jour-là, lorsque Sofia, son premier amour, avait fui leur cérémonie d'union, j'avais enfilé sans hésiter la robe de mariée pour prendre la place de la Luna. Malgré les supplications de tous, j'avais tenu bon et m'étais unie à cet homme au cœur brisé. Après notre union, il avait été d'une attention constante, présent à chaque instant, se souvenant de chaque date importante. Je croyais qu'il avait fini par m'aimer. Mais le jour où Sofia est revenue, tous mes rêves s'étaient brisés. Lorsque les loups errants nous ont attaquées, il m'avait abandonnée sans hésiter pour voler à son secours : « Elle n'est pas aussi forte que toi. Elle a besoin de moi. » Cette fois, je ne l'ai pas retenu. J'ai simplement rompu, de mon côté, le lien qui nous unissait, et j'ai quitté notre meute. Mais pourquoi cet Alpha, si épris de Sofia, me cherchait-il comme un fou à travers le monde ?

Meine Pflegeschwester Sophia, die letzte reinrassige weiße Wölfin im Dorf Grell, war von einem unbekannten, abtrünnigen Werwolf vergewaltigt und zu Tode gefoltert worden. In ihrem Abschiedsbrief stand nur ein einziger Satz: „Lina hat sein Gesicht gesehen.“ Von diesem Tag an wurde ich zur größten Sünderin des Rudels. Denn ich wusste, wer der Mörder war, und schwieg dennoch fünf Jahre lang. Erst als mein Pflegebruder Damien zurückkehrte, der mächtigste Alpha Nordamerikas, änderte sich alles. Er brachte das Seelensicht-Gerät mit sich und ließ gewaltsam Erinnerungen aus meiner Werwolfseele extrahieren. Alle Werwölfe, an denen das Seelensicht-Gerät eingesetzt worden war, waren entweder gestorben oder dem Wahnsinn verfallen. Meine Wölfin wurde im Gerät immer wieder grausam gequält, doch Damien unterdrückte den Schmerz in seinen Augen und brüllte: „Wenn ich die Wahrheit finde, werde ich dich und den Mörder gemeinsam in die Hölle schicken.“ Doch als die Wahrheit schließlich ans Licht kam, verlor Damien den Verstand.

When I was three years old, my twin brothers, Silas and Julian, nearly died in an explosion while trying to save me. The Vampire King happened to pass by and turned them into high-ranking vampires. He had wanted to turn me too, so our family could stay together forever, but they refused. The King's power was too overwhelming, they said-the transformation would be agonizing. So they promised to turn me themselves when I turned eighteen. They spent every last penny they had on an impossibly rare serum-a blood-calming agent that would ensure I survived the transformation safely. But six months ago, they brought home a fifteen-year-old human orphan named Elena. Silas snatched my serum and handed it to Elena, his voice cold as ice. "You're strong enough to endure the transformation on your own. Elena is far more fragile than you-she needs this more." Julian's face twisted with undisguised contempt. He pointed at the door and snarled, "Get out! Don't come back until you learn to share!" I didn't say a word. I picked up the suitcase I'd already packed and disappeared into the rainy night. They assumed I was just throwing a tantrum. They figured I'd come crawling back in a few days. To celebrate ridding themselves of their "burden," they took the orphan on a vacation to the Caribbean coast-the trip I'd been dreaming about for years. But when they returned to the castle two weeks later, they were stunned to discover that I had undergone the Vampire King's transformation personally. Not only that-I had voluntarily signed a hundred-year agreement to join a classified isolation research project studying resistance to holy silver and crucifixes. A century of solitary confinement. I was never coming back. That day, they completely fell apart.

Damien et son ex-femme ont divorcé il y a cinq ans, puis il m'a épousée. Quand je l'ai épousé, il avait déjà une fille adoptive de treize ans, Lily. Après notre mariage, Damien me traitait exceptionnellement bien et je traitais toujours Lily comme ma propre fille, même quand elle montrait occasionnellement de l'hostilité envers moi. C'était normal pour une adolescente. Un jour, mon père a été accidentellement renversé par une voiture et plongé dans un état végétatif. J'ai accidentellement surpris une conversation entre Damien et son assistant. « Patron, je ne comprends pas. Pourquoi refuser la craniectomie ? Les médecins disent qu'il y a de grandes chances qu'il se rétablisse. » « Il ne peut pas se réveiller », la voix de Damien était étouffée par la douleur. « Il a vu le visage de Lily. » Je me suis couverte la bouche, mes ongles s'enfonçant profondément dans ma chair. Lily est la fille adoptive de Damien et de sa défunte ex-femme, Sarah. Sarah est morte en sauvant Damien, donc il traitait toujours Lily avec un mélange de culpabilité et d'indulgence. Damien a continué, la voix teintée de contradiction. « Mais Lily ne l'a pas fait exprès ! Elle a seulement treize ans... Si elle a un casier judiciaire, sa vie est finie. La seule dernière volonté de Sarah était que je prenne soin de Lily et que je la voie grandir saine et sauve. Je ne peux pas l'abandonner. » Son assistant est resté silencieux quelques secondes. « Et votre femme ? » « Je me rattraperai », la voix de Damien s'est adoucie. « Je lui offrirai la vie la plus confortable, et je garantirai la plus grande chambre privée ainsi que les meilleurs soignants pour son père victime de l'accident de voiture. Je me fiche du prix. » Mon cœur s'est serré. Parce que tu te sentais coupable envers Sarah et Lily, tu voulais sacrifier mon père ? Les mains tremblantes, j'ai sauvegardé l'enregistrement et j'ai demandé à mon avocat de préparer les papiers du divorce. Mais quand j'ai disparu, le PDG, si puissant, est devenu fou.