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Meine Adoptivschwester Hanna Bauer wurde beim Pharmaziewettbewerb durch das Elixier, das sie mir gestohlen hatte, schlagartig berühmt. Niemand hatte geahnt, dass dieser Wettbewerb eigentlich zur Brautschau für den von Geburt an zeugungsunfähigen, grausam hässlichen Schlangenprinzen diente. Noch in derselben Nacht überbrachte die Schlangensippe ein Heiratsangebot: Man verlangte die Bestienfrau, die dieses Elixier gebraut habe, zur Gemahlin. Mein Verlobter geriet außer sich vor Panik und vollzog noch in derselben Nacht mit Hanna die Bindung. Als die Sache besiegelt war, schwang Hanna triumphierend ihre Hüften und zeigte mir das wolförmige Siegel auf ihrem unteren Rücken. „Dein Verlobter gehört jetzt mir... Was wirst du nur tun, Lea? In drei Tagen bist du fünfundzwanzig – wenn dich niemand heiratet, wirst du einfach irgendeinem gewalttätigen, heimatlosen Bestienkrieger zugeteilt.“ Doch sie irrte sich. Ich hatte eine andere Wahl. Ich ging zu unseren Eltern, die im Empfangssaal die von Hanna verursachte Misere ausbügeln mussten. „Wenn sie den Schlangenprinzen nicht heiraten will – dann nehme ich ihn!“

Je vais me marier, sous le regard de la Déesse de la Lune. Mais Karl, mon compagnon depuis dix ans, n’en sait encore rien. Depuis quelque temps, Karl a engagé une nouvelle assistante — Ivy. Leur proximité alimente toutes les rumeurs dans la meute. Ils "travaillent" jusqu’à trois heures du matin... presque chaque nuit. Notre anniversaire de couple est devenu… la fête d’Ivy. Karl a commandé un gâteau à dix étages, mangue et crème, sa saveur préférée à elle. Ils en ont mis partout, et ils ont oublié que je suis gravement allergique à la mangue. Pour moi, ce fruit est aussi mortel que l’aconit. Quand j’ai repris connaissance à l’hôpital, il n’y avait personne à mon chevet. Karl, lui, levait encore son verre à la santé d’Ivy. Ma louve a hurlé de douleur. Tout l’amour et tous les espoirs que j’avais... se sont brisés en un instant. C’est alors que j’ai dit oui — sans hésiter — au mariage arrangé par ma famille. Avec un véritable Alpha.

The church was full of different kinds of majestic decorations. A theme of white and gold, the color that is perfectly expressing both purity and prosperity. Indeed, it is really f*cking wonderful. But then... On this fre*king wonderful day who would have thought that a mere guest like me who was forced to attend this d*mn wedding of my damn stepsister will become the bride??! “She is right here. The… bride is here. We shall start the ceremony, Mr. Morgan” “Is it her?” “Y-yes. She is the one you will marry.” “Wait what, me?!”

No conscious? Check! Inappropriate humor? Check! Breaking several laws to be with their mates? Check! No f*cks left to give? Check! These wolves have gone through hell and back - and now they're back for revenge, claiming back what was once taken from them... Book 1: Hell's Alpha (Chapter 1 - 66) (WARNING: Polygamy) Book 2: Hell's Angel (Chapter 67 - 140 updating) (WARNING: huge age-gap couple) Book 3: Hell's Beast (Coming soon!) (WARNING: Contains actions of fur-to-skin sex)

Ever wished life could be more interesting? Then be careful about what you wish for... Chloe Tennyson is an 18-year-old wolf-less spoilt princess who had everything easy for her until one day a heartbreak leads her to commit a grave sin by sending some Rogues to kill her frenemy all because she and her boyfriend were fated mates and not her... But when the cruel deed is done, and the Alpha her father finds out what she has done. He immediately sends her away from the pack to a ruthless friend Alpha for disciplinary action and protection from the rebelling pack mates... But things don't go as planned because it seems the ruthless older unmated Alpha is attracted to the spoilt princess... His wolf won't give him a break. *** "Behave," he said icily when I grabbed his crotch. "What is it? Can't handle a sexy woman like me, AlPHA?" I mocked haughtily. He scoffed. A smirk crossed my lips when I felt him grow under my palm. He grabbed my throat and squeezed, earning a gasp from me. "Continue teasing me like that and I'll make you beg me to f**k you." I huffed a laugh while rolling my eyes, "I've never begged for anything in my life... Instead, you will beg me to f**k you."

[WARNING: This novel contains EXPLICIT CONTENT. Not suitable for YOUNG READERS] My naivety was immediately noticed when I tried reciprocating his kisses. Ethan paused and looked deeply into my eyes as if he was trying to draw energy from mine “I can wait,” he whispered while caressing my hair. “Go on” I said without hesitation. I was already lost in passion. I was so f*cking h*rny. In my own defence, he is now my husband and so there's nothing wrong with that.

ONLY 18+ 🥵🫦🔥🔥 "Aaah, please f*ck me hard, Doctor!" Sienna Cole, a young medical student aspiring to become a surgical doctor, never expected her life to change so drastically after meeting Liam Darkmane — a renowned surgeon and a powerful, charismatic alpha werewolf — following the betrayal of her boyfriend. When Sienna arrived at the hospital for her clerkship, she was captivated by Liam’s charm, while Liam felt a deep desire and irresistible attraction toward the young woman who dared to challenge him.

Im sechsten Jahr meiner Beziehung mit Kai Krause sagte ich zu ihm: „Kai, ich werde heiraten.“ Er zuckte erschrocken zusammen, riss sich aus seinen Gedanken und wirkte verlegen. „Yara, du weißt doch... Die Firma steht kurz vor einer entscheidenden Finanzierungsrunde, ich habe im Moment einfach keinen Kopf für...“ „Macht nichts“, sagte ich mit einem gleichgültigen Lächeln. Doch er hatte mich falsch verstanden. Ich werde heiraten – aber nicht ihn.

“I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against her ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” she murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la médaille du service distingué de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon venaient de terminer la fête de remise du diplôme qu'ils avaient organisée pour ma sœur. Pendant que ma sœur Élise publiait une photo de famille chaleureuse sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre sous-sol, appuyant sur mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler à l'aide. La seule personne qui a répondu était mon compagnon, Richard. Tout ce qu'il a dit, c'était : « Sophie, arrête de faire des histoires. La fête de remise du diplôme d'Élise est importante. Assez de crises de colère ! » C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils faisaient cela. Je gisais dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons immobiles. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste une scène, que je me cachais quelque part, que s'ils me donnaient une leçon, je reviendrais en rampant. Mais ils ne savaient pas, j'étais à la maison tout ce temps. J'étais déjà morte.