Collar Drawings

Nine years into our marriage, Linda Chancers was constantly surrounded by admirers. She enjoyed captivating inexperienced young men, making them infatuated with her.I understood and accepted it while she took pleasure in it.We continued quietly like this for nine years. It wasn’t until the day I achieved success and left without looking back. That night, Linda smashed everything in the house and grabbed my collar, screaming, "So, all these years, you've never loved me!"Love?What I loved, what I wanted, was nothing more than status and wealth.

When I miscarried due to a car accident, Aidan Brown drove past my car with his Beta. He glanced at the blood on the ground in disdain and covered Seraphina Gross’s curious eyes. “Don’t look at this horrible sight. It’s bad luck.” I tried to use mind-link to call him when I saw his car. However, he did not respond to me, and his car disappeared from my sight. That night, I saw the lipstick stain on his shirt collar and smiled bitterly. I felt pain shoot through my heart. I immediately understood what it meant. I called the Alpha of the Valoria pack. “Kieran Wesley, I’ve thought it through. I’ll join your company next week.”

Beautiful, headstrong Aria has one rule: never let anyone control her—even if it means risking her family's fortune. But when her inheritance is tied to marriage, she's forced into a deal with a mysterious stranger whose name she barely knows. The twist? He doesn’t show up to the wedding. Instead, a perfectly groomed puppy arrives in his place—wearing a diamond-studded collar and a note: “This is only the beginning.” Thrust into a tangled web of secrets and shadows, Aria finds herself drawn to her unexpected companion—and the deeper mystery behind her vanished husband. With loyalty tested, truths unraveling, and a love story unlike any other, Aria’s journey begins not with a kiss, but with a wagging tail and a trail of clues.

On the night of the Blood Moon Pack's grand ceremony, my Alpha fiancé Ethan solemnly announced before all pack members that we would soon complete our lifelong marking. The pack's blessings surged toward us like a tide. My face flushed red as I pressed against his strong chest, which carried the scent of pine. Suddenly, a figure blocked the moonlight at the temple entrance. Ivy, my friend who had vanished five years ago, stepped inside, accompanied by a pup with eyes like stars. Ignoring everyone's gaze, she walked straight toward us. Her collar slowly slipped down, revealing a deep Alpha bite mark on her neck. Under the moonlight, that mark was as shocking as a brand. "Lucas, come to meet your father."

“You belong to me, in body and soul.” His voice comes out rough, thick with emotions. “Do you understand or should I make you?” He trails his lips down my collar bone, every contact sending fire through me. *** Freya is an Omega. Yet she disguises herself as an Alpha girl and attends an elite high school only for Alpha bloodlines. If her cover is blown, the consequences will be death. With everything she has on the line, Freya needs to lay low but soon enough, she catches the attention of a golden boy, Silas Bloodmoon, Alpha prince of their pack. Troubles keep coming at her, and she finds herself falling for the playboy. Even though everything she's risked might be a simple game of his.

The last time I mentioned my engagement to Walter Reagle, everyone in the room went quiet at first. However, after seeing Walter's annoyed look, they all started laughing. "Who still believes in old-fashioned childhood betrothals these days?" "Is Ms. Lawson feeling insecure?" I ignored their teasing. I just looked at Walter, who was lounging on the couch with his shirt collar open, showing off the lovebites on his neck and collarbone. My heart felt like it was being stabbed. The pain came slowly. "We were too young to agree to something so silly," he said. Walter looked up with a faint, mocking smile. He gave me a lazy look. "We're grown up now, Emma. "Let's just forget about the past."

"Dont- DON'T TOUCH ME!" His frantic voice rang out through the store. Why now? Why did his heat have to come NOW?! Rayan Neel is a mistake of nature, a male omega. Omegas make up less than 5% of the world's population, and only about 1% of them are born male. Omegas in general are looked down upon as the lowest social class, and have only recently, as far as political timelines go, been given rights as citizens. The collar he wears both labels him and keeps him safe, but it doesn't make life easier. He doesn't need any help. He's perfectly capable of supporting himself, in spite of what he is. Sure, there's not much room for luxuries, but it's an okay life. No time for romance. Well, maybe just a little...

Wisps of smoke escaped his fine lips. “Spread your legs.” The rod of his cane felt cold against my skin. I shivered, my lips frozen under the weight of his blazing gaze. “Obey! Sweetheart.” He roared, and I parted the guards of my secret alley for him. Serving him the best appetite for tonight. ……. One day while she was rushing to bakery to get a cake with customised apology on it to patch up with her boyfriend. Bella hit into a man, with steely blue eyes, showing no affection but fear. She didn’t hesitate to grab him by the collar and make him pay. Her confidence crushed when reality struck her hard in the privacy of his room. And the random man he hit into turned out to the dad of her ex. Yet it was too late to save her fate.

Every anniversary, Mark had some twisted surprise for me. Our tenth? He strutted into the ballroom holding hands with an escort wearing straight up lingerie. "Jenna, she's cold. Hand over your dress." Then, like that wasn't sick enough: "And the lingerie. She likes your vibe." I clutched my collar, trying to keep it together. He didn't care—just yanked it open. "Cut the act. Your dad sold you to me, remember? That slutty look you used to give me—I still see it." Everyone stared, waiting for me to break. So I did the one thing I could. "I want a divorce." Again. Mark just laughed and chucked a stack of photos on the table—me, covered in marks, curled in bed, a total mess. "You say that every year. And every year, you're back in my bed. Think your mom keeps that hospital spot if these get out?"

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.