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For those, who are not 'enough'... You are the ocean. You drown 'enough'. .. .. .. .. .. .. THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL, ABUSIVE, AND VIOLENT CONTENT. HENCEFORTH, I ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS ABOUT THE ABOVE-MENTIONED TOPICS. THE AUTHOR OR THE READERS DO NOT SUPPORT ANY FORM OF ABUSE OR RAPE. THESE ARE GRAVE CRIMES AND SHOULD NEVER BE ENCOURAGED.

A new moon. The same story. But from a different view. A different monster. But he is like me and you. The first chapter of Season 2 of ‘The Alpha’s Broken Slave’ comes out tomorrow! Stay excited, don't forget to vote and let me know what you think of the synopsis in the comments section and also leave a review. I look forward to reading all your comments!

As I walked through the hallway that led to the exit of the building, the monsters were all clinging to different corners, whispering and sneering. "I'm glad she's finally leaving." "I never really liked her." "Ugh! I wish I had killed her last night." "I hate her." "I want her to die." These were the awful words spilling out of their mouths. They hated me, even when I didn't do anything wrong. Are they trying to say that they hate every human living in Velmora? A splash of cold, filthy water crashed over me, soaking my hair and clothes. The monsters began to laugh. I looked over to where the stinky water had splashed from, and I saw Lyra smirking from the stairwell, her hand on the rail.

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

“You missed the part about accidentally insulting river spirits.” “Is that real?” Amelia whispered. “Unfortunately.” He had soft blue skin and gills along the side of his throat that fluttered when he breathed. He looked maybe nineteen, though Amelia was beginning to distrust age at first sight. The woman in green turned. Her eyes were completely white. “Miss Vale,” she said. Amelia’s stomach dropped. The entire chamber shifted its attention toward her. “Yes?” “Since you were confident enough to arrive after the opening rules, perhaps you can define sanctuary territory.”

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

"Of course. You had quite the plan laid out, but unfortunately, this woman, whom you had almost sent to the slaughterhouse, understood every single word you said." I laughed again as I looked at the pack of werewolves that I'd subdued. Then I picked up my phone again and called the police, telling them everything that had happened. However, these weren't just regular police officers. They were the Supernatural Force Unit, which specialized in resolving conflicts between humans and werewolves. Felix heard me making the call and began to panic for real. Because that meant that his entire facade would be utterly shattered, and all of the things he used to own in human society—his fame, reputati

“I’m not the kind of man you think I am.” “Maybe not,” I breathed. “But maybe I’m not the kind of girl you think I am either.” Something in his control cracked then. I could feel it a shift, a pulse of power that brushed against my skin like static. His hand rose slowly, hesitated, then cupped my face as if afraid I’d disappear. “You have been through enough,” he said hoarsely. “You don’t need another monster in your life Vaness.” “Then prove you are not one.”

I didn’t even like dating one guy at a time, and now the universe decided to give me a whole starter pack of emotionally unstable monsters? I pressed my forehead to the tile and let the water scald me, I should be figuring out why my power keeps trying to consume me. I should be hunting the truth about my past, not collecting gorgeous disasters who look at me like I’m oxygen and they’ve been drowning for centuries. But no. Instead I’m standing here wondering why the bond let me feel Riven’s soul crack open while the twins apparently slept through the whole orgy-adjacent apocalypse. There’s something wrong with me, something weird, and something that calls storms and monsters like it’s Tuesda

"I gave you the chance to prove yourself to me, despite what you did to me in the past. But now you've only confirmed you're a monster. It is over between us!" Her words slammed into me, shaking me to my core. My eyes lit up in shock, I couldn't get myself to say another word. The weight of what I heard left me speechless. Then she walked away, and slammed the door behind her, leaving me rooted to my spot in total bewilderment. What do I do? I dropped to my knees as tears rolled down my cheeks, all I heard were her last words that kept replaying in my head. 'A Monster' 'It's over! It's OVER!'