Benzino Neck

"Take off your clothes," he ordered in his cool, baritone voice.My robe slid off my shoulders and I stood in front of him naked and ashamed.But when his wet lips worked their way down my neck, I found myself trembling in fear and desire.***I was 20 years old, a maid.I was given to the bloodthirsty Alpha, the cold and cruel demon that all had feared.Knowing my love for him was hopeless, I made a contract with him: he would take down my enemy in exchange for my life.On the day I got my revenge, I was ready to die, until I found out...***“Amber, do NOT run away from me again," he commanded as he took a step forward."Don't come any closer," I held a dagger up to my throat with one hand, and covered my abdomen with the other, my voice calm. “Or you will never meet your child.”Hybrid Alpha's Contract Bride is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Stay the away from my mate" he threw Alpha Aza to the wall creating a dent, with his speed he grabbed him by the neck and pressed it aiming to him. He was so mad that he would dare lay his hand on his mate, he looked at Claire who was crying and her dress was ripped off showing her . A young boy named Axel born on a cold starry night but was sought after to be killed by his father because of the prophecy that he would kill his own father and reign over the seven realms. Taken away by a powerful sorcerer, he lived and trained with witches protecting them until he found his mate. His father, Alpha Ethan struggles with the prophecy of a great war between the demon and wolves due to the resurrection of Hades seeking alliance with all the packs. Taken to another pack, Axel is forced to fight for his mate against a possessive Alpha who wants her all to himself. Would he be able to protect his mate and also save himself from being killed by his father?

I was born a Rogue. At seven, my sorry excuse of a father almost sold me to a disgusting old wolf. Julian the Alpha saved me. He taught me how to fight, to have dignity. Another Alpha, Lucian, showed me how sweet life could be. They treated me like their precious treasure. It all changed when their childhood sweetheart Claire returned. Julian and Lucian stopped spending time with me, and even severed our mind link. I thought that if I worked harder and was more obedient—if I changed myself to suit their tastes a little more—I could get them back, even if it meant losing myself entirely. One day, everything ended. To protect Claire, they intentionally rigged the game and lost the match. They threw me into the Death Forest, full of savage Beasts. There, a Beast pounced at me, its sharp fangs tearing my neck apart. I closed my eyes, the smell of blood drowning me amidst the cheers. No one cared for me… None. So be it! No longer would I have any expectations!

"You are getting married to Damien McMillan, the eldest son of the McMillan family" --- Claire was told to get married to a man she barely knew because of business income and public rumors. The McMillan family had been their enemy and business rivals for over ten years and all of a sudden, she was getting married into that same family. She couldn't object even if she wanted to because she was mute. Because of her disability, her family treated her like nothing and they only saw her as a tool for cleaning up their mess. Damien McMillan on the other hand was twisted. No one knew the real him because his attitude and intentions were hard to detect. Damien was also facing the same cruel life as Claire - cleaning up his family mess because he was a half-breed (stepbrother). Even if they saw him as a tool, Damien was something much greater. Damien was hiding his identity and was waiting for the right time to expose it but suddenly, he felt another leech around his neck when he was told to get married to Claire Adamson, the youngest daughter of the Adamson family.

In her right state of mind, she would never have even been in a strangers car more less kissing him deeply at the backseat, but she wasn't in her right state of mind. Jeff's hand came down her face, to her neck, he held her waist gently and she let out a soft moan. She had nothing on but a silk gown that had thin straps. “Sir, ma'm we're here" Walter said out loud. They hadn't noticed the car had stopped some minutes ago. Emily's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she quickly sat upright, and picked her purse and heels. …. They had a misunderstanding when they met, an intimate moment the second time they met. All a big misunderstanding and they swore to never cross paths again. Little did Emily know Jeff was her new boss and the first son of Frank Aston, Billionaire and Head of Aston corporations. Third time’s the charm, but not for these two who knew they had fallen for each other but couldn’t be together.

After spending a night together, Nova never expected to see Damian again. That is, until three months later when their paths crossed once more. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he murmured against my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin as his lips grazed me. Damian’s nose traced along my jaw before he pressed a slow, possessive kiss under my ear. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers brushing over my slick folds before teasing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My breath hitched, and his low groan vibrated against my throat. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep as his thumb kept stroking. Heat coiled in my belly, my hips grinding into his touch. I glanced down and caught the sight of his tattooed hand buried in my lacy underwear, moving with skill and hunger. I smirked through a gasp — I loved seeing him there, claiming me like that.

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

He is looking so upset and he doesn't want to say why. He just pinned me to the wall that moment and looked into my eyes saying to me. “...I have no intention to cause you any pain but today l have to do that. You can call it selfishness or whatsoever you choose to call it but l don't have a choice". Once he said these words to me l began to shake in fear. Although l didn't know why but l knew something bad was about to befall me. What could it be though? Immediately he showed me the collar l didn't just assume any longer l was sure now. He put the collar around my neck and made it very tight. Lord Ethane never makes me wear my collar when we are alone. I almost broke down in tears but l knew a day would surely come when he would do this to me but I really didn't expect it to be on my second day with him. It really is too soon.

“I, King Damien Thorne reject you as my mate.” I always thought I was Cinderella, that I was gonna find my mate the day I turned eighteen and then happily ever after. But I was all wrong because it came as a slap in the face. Bringing me to the cold reality of my fate. I was a slave, not a princess. And he was King, not a prince. Viola Graham fell from being the princess of her pack to having chains and shackles around her neck and feet, battered and torn and betrayed. Her identity of being the Alpha’s daughter, she must hide from the man who stared at her with hatred and contempt. He realized the slave brought to him is his mate. A second chance mate he never hoped for after his fated mate died cruelly in his arms and he lived in the emptiness to strengthen his pack. Will he be able to open his heart to the weird violet-eyed woman and love again? What happened when she fake her death and run away because of secrets that had made their love turn into hatred?

After returning from three years of exile, I had fallen from prominent heiress to despised outcast. I traded my birthright for tips and endured the touch of strangers' hands against my skin, all to survive—all to find my family. One night, a disgusting drunk wolf cornered me in a filthy alley, his intentions clear: "Just one night with me, and I can get you a decent job." As I hesitated, he appeared. Thorne Grey—the youngest Alpha in Grey Moon Pack history, the ruthless high judge, the bastard who had banished me with a single decree. His scent hit me like a drug—mint and steel, dominance and uncontrollable hunger. His hands locked around my waist, his cool lips pressed against my neck, and his voice in my ear was pure sin: "Freya... I can give you everything you've lost, everything you crave. You need only come to me, seduce me, destroy me as I destroyed you."