Pounding

He was never meant to be mine. It began with my mother's marriage to the Alpha. Overnight I acquired a bag, a new house, and a stepbrother I couldn't resist. cold eyes. Commanding physical presence. Dangerous in ways I had still to grasp. I reassured myself it was innocent. One crush. Intuitiveness. I then went into my first class and encountered my instructor. The same man. My alpha stepbrother. Guidelines became indistinct. Bounds broke open. After hours, I was in his office; my heart was pounding beneath the tables; seduction was buzzing in the air. Originally a wild wager—something exciting and foolish—turned into stolen moments and charged silences that communicated more than words ever could. I missed the game ending. I never realised when desire evolved into need. Or the man I adored was when the Alpha I was not permitted to desire. Bound to the one man who could destroy me—or claim me—I am now stuck between pack rules and my own heart. Falling for my alpha stepbrother was never intended. I also have no idea what could ever move me away.

Late nights. Locked doors. No rules. An innocent intern bends over her CEO’s desk and begs for his thick cock to ruin her tight pussy, raw, relentless, filling her until cum drips down her thighs. A quiet barista closes shop with his “straight” manager, only to end up bent over the counter, ass spread, tongue deep in his hole before getting fucked raw and bred until he can’t walk. Best friends share wine, secrets, and tongues—licking each other slow until clits throb and they’re scissoring hard, squirting on the couch. A stressed office girl books private yoga and ends up face-down on the mat, instructor’s strap pounding her dripping cunt while nipples get sucked swollen. Every story drips with forbidden heat: boss/employee power play, first-time gay awakenings, friends-to-lovers filth, workplace risks, raw breeding, anal obsession, edging that breaks you, oral that leaves you shaking, multiple loads, possessive growls, and climaxes that soak everything. M/F dominance, M/M rough claiming, F/F sensual surrender. 100% raw, no limits, no regrets. Short steamy stories. Lock your door, because once you start reading, your hand won’t stop moving.

Kylie stood by, watching her husband introduce his lover to the pack as their new Luna and all she could do was stare at them in tears, Even though she was pregnant with her husband's baby, he treated her like she meant nothing to him. But when the most important thing is being taken away from her by her husband and his mistress, Kylie must fight, and what better way to do that than seal a contract deal with her true mate, the most formidable Alpha in North America. ____________ "Marry me, and I will make your mate and his mistress pay for hurting you. I will get back everything you lost as well." His deep yet desperate voice uttered and as I stared at him, I could only wonder why he was willing to marry me instead of taking the offer I had earlier proposed, "Why Alpha Damon? I made you a better deal so why do you want me?" He took a few steps closer to me and I could feel my heart pounding in my ribcage as I heard, "Because you, Kylie Anderson is the key to what I want."

I told Charlie my biggest secret—I was the long-lost daughter of the powerful Moore family in Dreslane. He swore he'd help me reunite with them. But the night before I met them, the Moore family made a grand declaration—they'd already found their missing daughter. A ceremony was set. I rushed there, heart pounding, only to see Charlie standing beside his childhood friend, Raine. She was being introduced as the Moore heiress. And somehow, she had the exact same birthmark as me. Before I could do anything, Charlie locked me in a restroom. "It's just a name," he said. "You still have me. So why does this matter? Raine's parents died saving me—she never had a real family. For my sake, can't you just let her have this?" Then, to erase any doubt, to make sure Raine could live as me without fear—Charlie took a knife and carved the birthmark off my body. The shock. The pain. I lost my three-month-old unborn baby that night. And as I lay there, blood soaking through my clothes, I finally gave up.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

Prologue Yanking my hairs back he asked "now where were we" before forcing his lips on mine, I bit his lips making him more annoyed. Within a twink of eye he tossed me angrily on the bed, throwing his towel away, he quickly reached for my clothes ripping them off leaving me stranded only on my panties. I tried fighting him off but got slapped so many times, still I didn't give up until he pinned me down making me powerless."no!" I screamed out still struggling with him "you can't let him win" my conscience kept screaming at me. Joe stayed still enjoying the view of her struggling, groaned out in pleasure "damn your so sexy" he cussed out before devouring her. She screamed, cried and begged him to stop but it he ignored her pounding her like a wild animal till she passed out, waking up later on she found herself still naked and alone in the cold room, that was when she swore to get her revenge at all cost.

“Show me,” he said, voice low and rough, “how good you're willing to serve me.” I should’ve spat in his face. Except, I nodded…because outside that tent, his men waited. The ones who’d tear me apart piece by piece if I said no. The ones I’d be handed to. I slid my palm between my thighs, breath hitching at my own touch, just a warning stroke and to stay alive. But when I brushed again, deeper this time, I gasped. “Keep going,” Malrik said, leaning back, watching like I was the most fascinating sin he’d ever seen. So I did. With shame thick in my throat and my heart pounding against cracked ribs. I did it for my sister, for survival, for him. *** Kaelith thought being rejected by her mate was the worst thing that could happen but she was wrong. Sold to a rogue warlord as leverage, branded like cattle, and forced into a savage camp where women are broken for sport and pleasure, Kaelith expects to die or worse. But she ends up in the mercy of Malrik Dren, the warlord himself. What happens when a broken girl becomes a weapon, and the monster meant to break her starts to fall?

"You're a curse!" exclaimed Austin. Agatha flinched at his hurtful words. "Everyone on this land knows that!" Agatha remained silent from his outburst. "I wanted your sister as my mate, my Luna!" Agatha felt her heart aching painfully.  "You will never be anyone important to me." She clenched her hands tightly together at his words. Her heart was pounding loudly. "You better live as if you are invisible." "Then let's make a contract," said Agatha. "What?" "In one year's time we will get divorced. Thus, breaking this bond. And by that time, you can marry any woman you want. Especially the woman you love. And I will get my freedom." "Do you know how serious mating is?" "I do," said Agatha, nodding her head. "You may never mate again." "So? You're willingly to set me free." "Now, don't ever say I forced you into this contract." "Of course, I wouldn't your majesty." Agatha took off her head cover, unveiling her face. Austin gasped at her beauty. His beautiful little wife left him speechless. She was so beautiful that he could have swore she was a hidden deity standing before him.

On the night of his 18th birthday, Tristan feels the tremor of something wild beneath his skin. A night of celebration in the woods ends with a shocking transformation—he becomes a wolf, and his mother Laura collapses in terror. Fleeing into the forest, Tristan encounters Rosalind, a fierce she‑wolf who hints at a destiny he never imagined, while a tormented slave named Athena struggles under the iron rule of the ruthless alpha Jasper. As secrets unravel, Laura reveals she stole Tristan as a baby, and a hidden lineage of twin wolves emerges, tying Tristan to a powerful pack, a forbidden love and an ancient prophecy. Caught between duty, betrayal, and a growing bond with Athena, Tristan must navigate brutal training, ancient artifacts, and a looming war that could shatter the fragile peace between packs. When a cruel assault forces Athena into Tristan’s arms, they forge an unlikely alliance, determined to topple Jasper’s tyranny. With loyalties tested, a twin’s wedding, and a mother’s sacrifice, Tristan’s quest for identity becomes a fight for freedom—and a love that might be his greatest weapon. “THE STOLEN ALAPHA” is a dark, pulse‑pounding tale of were‑wolves, hidden heritage, and a young man torn between two worlds, who must decide whether to claim his birthright or forge his own destiny.