I Bought The Exiled King

I, Knox Mercer, future Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Mila Carter, as my mate.” Seven years ago, Alpha Knox Mercer rejected me as his mate… in front of everyone. He rejected the bond because I was a lowly omega. Now I’m forced onto a legal auction stage to pay a debt to my pack, and get money for my dad's treatment, Knox is the last person I expect to see there. He sees me and he recognizes me. And with a single bid, Knox Mercer buys me—claiming what he once rejected. The bond between us flares back to life. The hatred lingers. And the desire? That’s impossible to ignore. How can I live with the Alpha that hates me and once rejected me? And How can I deny this force of attraction between us. ***

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]

”Please, don't hurt me…” I whimper, ”You are my mate, I could never hurt you…” He whispers, He's the new Lycan-Vampire Hybrid King She's an orphan with a mysterious past Their fates intertwined Their future together uncertain A rival pushing for power Visions of a new war Who will survive??

“I’m s-sorry *hiccup* I won’t try to run again *hiccup*” Kayla pleaded when she saw him coming towards her like a grim reaper. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed the last of the distance between them, backing her into a corner of the room. She closed her eyes and covered them with her palm, unable to endure his dark gaze. He curled his fingers around her arms and pulled them back, but a frown set on his face when he saw that her eyes were still closed. “Look at me Kayla...” he demanded, his voice thick with the need to see her golden-brown orbs. He let go of her hands and cupped her face. “Open your eyes...” he tried a little gently this time. Kayla ever so slowly lifted her eye lids, giving him the sight that he had been deprived of. A rare smile flitted on his lips when his eyes collided with the most stunning pair of pearls that adored the girl that he had become obsessed with. “Will you *hiccup* p-punish me?” she asked. “For what you did, you deserve a punishment. Don’t you think so, Malyshka?” he smirked as he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. Even even before she could say another word, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, gaining a surprised yelp from her. “W-what are you *hiccup* doing!?” she felt scandalized to be hanging upside down on his muscular torso. “You’ll find out soon enough” he stated coldly and strode towards the bed. And upon reaching it, he transferred her onto the mattress. “And now for the punishment...” he muttered as he leaned onto the bed and hovered above her, sending a cold shiver down her spine.

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my pussy ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my cock or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.

A mysterious magic sucks Aileen to another world, whereas the bloodlust king who was under the spell had decided to take her to his kingdom as his queen. She was desperate to find the mystery behind her transmigration in hope to find a way back to her own world before the spell wore off. And, if an opportunity to go back to her world knocked on her door, will she still leave the king after seeing his desirable traits?

“Don’t get me wrong” the hybrid king said looking at the human king, his eyes blue eyes piercing the human king’s green ones, it was like he was begging for the king to object, but he knew that he couldn’t it was his people’s life on the line “but this is just a mere game of thrones” “The child is not even born yet, and we do not know if it’s a boy or God forbid, a girl” the human king glared at the hybrid who was making a bargain with him over his own child. “I did not say that it had to be this child King Leonardo” the hybrid king smiled his eyes genuine as he looked at king Leonardo. “And yet, you are forcing me to make a bargain over my own child King Niklaus” King Leonardo snapped. “I am not forcing you King Leonardo, I am merely giving you the option, should I marry your child, then your kingdom is safe, and should you object, then you are forced to accept us on your realm, with your people, until of course our creatures manage to overthrow all of you” the look on King Leonardo’s face told King Niklaus that he had already gotten what he wanted, which was all he needed to hear right now. “Should my daughter be born, and come to age, she will marry you” King Leonardo said in defeat, the hybrid smiled and nodded at King Leonardo. “Pleasure doing business with you King Leonardo”

Sabrina was dared to punch the Mafia King. She's beautiful, stunning, a full-package type of a woman that every man dreamed of. Damien Cullen, the Mafia King who was abruptly punched by a woman he never met before. He's handsome, dominant, ruthless and a naughty pervert. After that incident happened in the resort, the two of them met once again when Sabrina was advised to meet the owner of Cullen's Enterprise. What if she learnt that the CEO and the owner of the company is the same man who became the victim of her dare in the resort? What would she do?

Hera is a hired assassin sent to kill the king, but what she doesn’t know is this job will change her entire world. When she arrives at the annual ball and meets King Ambrose, she discovers not only that shifters exist but that the entire court is part of the pack. Ambrose reveals she’s his mate and asks her to stay to find who is behind the plot against him. With no other choice, Hera is thrown into dangerous court politics, flirtatious seductions with both the king and prince and a mystery that continues to evade her.  *** Ambrose takes the second knife and, somehow, without touching my chest, slides it beneath my corset from the top. His lips are inches from mine, his breath warm against my own. I’m still frozen, unable to think or react. I swear I see the light catch his eyes, making them glow. But in the next moment, it’s gone.    *** The Shifter King is written by Amara Nelson, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.