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My Alpha Spirit bursts from me like an atom bomb. “What… are you?” He whispers horrified as his body shakes before me. “A fucking Alpha,” I growl, my voice overlapping with Zara’s. I plunge one clawed hand through his chest wrapping my hand around his heart, and the other I plunge into his neck wrapping my fingers around his trachea. With one tug I rip his heart from his chest holding it in my bare hand and with another tug, I rip his trachea from his neck. Blood coats my skin like a blanket as I watch the life leave this bastard’s eyes and blood gurgles through the hole in his throat as his body falls to the forest floor in a heap.

Lucifer Alpha's Slave is a Dark romance novel intended for adults readers only. This book has a villainous heroes, enemies to lovers, angst, and explicit/ intense/ kinky-forced situations. If you're looking for a sweet romance, then this book is NOT for you. *********************** Exempt from the story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You should have knelt down when I asked you to. You shouldn't have challenged me but you did. Now, you will see my warth." "I am begging you, stop this." she tried again, maybe he will change his mind. It wasn't her fault she couldn't bow down to him. She just can't.

he says. “The rogues clearly know she is a healer and believe she may be able to heal them,” the Alpha muses. I am lost and ask him to explain. “Well, it is no secret rogues are dead inside. They lose their sense of humanity, their sense of right and wrong. If they believe she can heal, they may well believe she could heal them,” he says clarifying for me.

Notes from healers long gone filled the margins, written in different hands and different inks, as though each had added a piece of their own knowledge before passing the book on. I leaned against the shelf, my eyes racing across the page. With every line I read, my gift stirred beneath my skin, responding to the words as though they confirmed what it had sensed all along. The book described a sickness inherited through Alpha bloodlines, one that slowly corrupted the body while leaving the mind painfully clear. My heart began to pound. It was the same sickness I had felt inside Alpha Dimitri. The resistance in his blood. The tightening through his veins. The stubborn darkness that had pushed

Our fists continued their merciless assault against our own skulls, driven by a force far greater than will, logic, or instinct. Each impact echoed dully, bone against bone, flesh against flesh, the sickening rhythm of punishment unending. The metallic stench of blood clogged the air, heavy enough to taste. It coated my tongue, burned my nostrils, clung to my lungs with every labored breath. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled—but whether they were real or just figments of my fractured mind, I couldn’t tell. As an Alpha, my healing factor was monstrous, three times faster than any regular wolf’s. Under normal circumstances, it was a blessing. A mark of dominance. Of strength.

The Alpha had simply been sitting in his high tower, checking off the dates on his calendar, waiting for Freya Marlowe to finally break under the weight of the engineered misery so he could step out of the bushes and be the one to put her back together in his own image. I let my breath out slow, forcing the tremor out of my fingers until my palms went flat and steady against the leather binder. The math was finished. There was no more calculating the exit routes or weighing whether the mountain packs should just stay behind their ridges and watch the valley chew itself to the grease. Zevren wasn't just a greedy Alpha trying to buy a rare hound. He was a monster who had spent five years diggi

But the whiskey had loosened something inside him, and the weight of the unspoken pain pressed against his ribs, threatening to spill out. “Yesterday, I was making plans to make things better between us, I was ready to swallow my pride, even if she did something really bad. I was willing to take her in and protect her because she is my world, yet I am feeling like a loser. Feeling like I was born to lose. Yeah… I am a Ruthless Alpha, an alpha born to lose.” The instrument sound increases, making the words sound like real music. “Some days you were born to lose.” He riffled his long hair making them disheveled, he smiled, “And my friend Brake, got a song to sing. Because he is a ruthless beta

[ Well the girl has a sharp mouth ] Before Dexter could say anything again in a blink of an eye they watched as their Alpha rushed towards the vulnerable young girl and grabbed hold of her fragile neck in a tight grip with his height towering over her. “ F*ck... I thought you said he wouldn't hurt his mate, ” Dexter said as he got out of the car. “ Jeez Dex, why don't you go and separate him from his mate huh ” Ryder said, sneering at him. On the other hand Muna hadn't expected the Alpha to attack her with such speed. She used both her hands to push his strong hands away from her neck but it was all to no avail. She could feel herself choking but the Alpha doesn't look like he was going to r

There's a suffocating silence in the house, and I'm happy to let it keep on existing but again… I hardly ever get what I want. I'm reading one of my books, the one where the Alpha doesn't resent his wife and where he doesn't seem repulsed by the sight of her I'm right at the part after kisses and well detailed foreplay, the part where they fuck and hold each other all through the night, when I hear the rough purr of a familiar engine. Only one person has a truck that makes a sound like a demon possessed wolf growling. I'm out of my seat in a second, book forgotten on the windowsill and all thoughts of sex with a loving alpha out of my mind.

He spoke to his beta, who was sitting in the passenger seat, “Find the nearest pharmacy and get me a healing cream.” The beta looked confused at first as he turned behind to look at us with furrowed brows, but he didn’t say a word and stepped out of the car. Healing cream was created to speed up the process of healing in wolves. The formula was miraculous and the person who formulated it was a sure-shot genius. Once the beta bought the tube, the Alpha held my hand and started to apply the cream on my wrist. I winced in pain and his movements became more gentle. He was being considerate of how I felt.