Ex's Enemy My Alpha

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt.    "What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out.    "Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée."   "Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled.    "You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness."    I moaned, feeling his hand trailing close to my anticipating cunt, "No talking of another man now," his finger brushed my clit, "You are mine now!" He growled and dove a finger in me. *** After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger. To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely. By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle. And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back. How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?

At the pack gathering, I ran into the ex-mate who had betrayed me. His Beta sneered at me with open contempt. "Well, well. Isn't this the rogue who got banished for breaking pack law? This isn't a place for just anyone to wander into." "Alpha already has a Luna. What are you doing here, shameless as ever?" With that, he called for guards to throw me out. I cut him off, my voice cold. "I'm here to pick up my mate." My ex-mate stared at me, his gaze thick with disgust—like I was something stuck to the bottom of his shoe that he couldn't scrape off. "Alice, I already dissolved our mate bond. I have Tina now." I tilted my head, genuinely confused. What made him think I'd come crawling back for a mate who'd betrayed me?

Simula nang mag-transfer sa unibersidad na pinapasukan ni Max si Ridge ay wala ng ginawa ang lalaki sa bawat araw na nagdaan kung hindi buwisitin ang araw nya. Hindi naman nya alam what Ridge can get from doing it so. Satisfaction? Happiness? Nah. Imposible. Malamang, napasobra lang ang nalanghap na usok ng katol ang lalaki kaya't sya ang napagdiskitahan. Ngunit nang lumipas ang ilang araw, her enemy's action and act gets destructive, weirder and seductive. Kaya't naging mariin ang pagpapaalala nya sa sarili na kaaway nya ang binata, that he's an enemy.

“Olivia.” His voice was husky with want. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” She took his one hand in both of hers and pulled the index finger into her mouth, gently sucking on it, then releasing it. Her eyes were bright with lust, and his cock hardened as her tongue flicked the end of his finger, teasing him. “I believe you,” she whispered. She moved his hand over her breasts now, down her flat stomach. His fingers found her hot, wet centre and they both groaned. “Touch me, Dallas.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she shifted her hips to give him greater access. “Please…” **** Olivia Jameson has it all: beauty, fame, money, adoration. But one fan wants more than her image. When his messages turn obscene, then terrifying, and he crosses the ultimate line by appearing inside her home, Olivia realizes her perfect life is a carefully lit illusion. She needs protection. Now. **** Dallas Foreman is a former sniper turned bodyguard: big, lethal, disciplined. He’s wanted Olivia for years, but wanting her and protecting her are two very different things. His job is simple: keep her alive, keep his hands off her, and stop the man hunting her. Desire can wait. **** Until Dallas uncovers a truth far more dangerous than a stranger in the shadows: the stalker may be someone Olivia trusts. As the walls close in and violence strikes close to home, Dallas must choose how far he’s willing to go to save the woman he loves. And if Olivia survives, will fear leave room for trust – or for him?

The scoundrel cheated on his sister, and she caught him in the marital bed. In a fit of rage, she put on her wedding dress and climbed into the bed of the scoundrel's younger uncle, and thus transformed herself into his little aunt.

"I have a proposal for you," Levi said, as he relaxed into his chair. "One that would be beneficial to the child, and my company." I leaned forward with raised brows, my interest piqued. "What is it?" "We have to get married." Despite the seriousness of the situation, I laughed. I expected him to say that he had been joking. Rather, he gazed at me with furrowed brows. "Did I say something funny, miss Hailey?" Hailey's world shattered when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her best friend. Seeking solace, she had a one-night stand with a stranger, unaware that it would lead to something she hadn't bargained for. Pregnancy. When she tracked down the man she slept with that night, she was stunned to discover he was her ex's boss, Levi King. Expecting rejection after confronting him, she was surprised by his proposal: a contract marriage. What starts out as a pretense begins to feel like something real, and the line between love and pretense is blurred. They begin to explore the feelings that come with wanting something real—but lies don't stay hidden forever. And when jealous exes also refuse to accept their new reality, Hailey and Levi must face the challenges that come with it, and fight for a future together. One that isn't bound by a contract. "Why don't we make him pay?" Levi proposed, a smirk playing on his lips. I stared at him in shock. Even after I got cheated on, the thought of revenge never crossed my mind. Only one thought rang in my head at that moment. 'This man must be sick.'

Aurora caught her boyfriend having an affair with his guy best friend. She went to a bar to get herself drunk. Aurora woke up naked under the sheets with a guy next to her. What's more surprising was she knew the guy, and it was her ex's uncle!

Dean pinned her to the wall, holding her there with his whole body. His cock was throbbing, reaching for her, and he was barely holding it together. She was totally spread to him, completely open, her hips moving in small circles on him. Dean wanted to just rip away the barriers between their bodies, to put his mouth on those lush breasts and that pulsing pussy. He needed her in his bed. Now. ** Emma Cartwright doesn’t cry when she gets devastating medical news. She goes to a bar, and decides to have her first one-night stand. One reckless, anonymous night before real life, treatment, and fear take over. Just one night. What could it hurt? Dean Jessop has built his entire life around that rule. Since returning from Afghanistan, nothing lasts longer than a single night: not desire, not trust, not hope. So when Emma slips out of his bed before dawn, he assumes that’s the end. It isn’t. A month later, fate throws them back together. They make a deal: no strings, no secrets, one safe word to walk away. But rules blur. Feelings grow. And both are hiding truths that could shatter everything – Emma’s illness, Dean’s buried guilt from war. As their connection deepens, the question isn’t whether love is possible. It’s whether honesty will destroy it... and whether two broken people can survive telling the truth.

I thought my biggest mistake was dating Lucas Moretti. I was wrong. My real mistake? Falling for his father—Adrian Moretti, the ruthless Mafia King. When Lucas broke my heart, I swore I was done with the Moretti family. But fate had other plans. A dangerous twist of events forces me into Adrian’s world—a world of power, secrets, and undeniable temptation. He’s everything I should run from: cold, lethal, and twice my age. But when he looks at me, I forget every warning. Loving him is a risk. Staying away is impossible. But fate had other plans, I found out I was pregnant after my first night with him.

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."