Rebekah And Damon

Eve never believed in fate...until three ruthless alphas claimed her as theirs. Desperate to save her dying mother, Eve works as a masked dancer at Eclipse, the city's most exclusive club, where anonymity is her only protection. When the infamous Blackwood triplets—Damian, Damon, and Silas, offer her an obscene amount of money for a six-month exclusive contract, she accepts despite the terrifying rumors. Girls whisper about their brutality, their insatiable appetites, and the way they share everything... including women. The first night, Eve discovers the rumors don't do them justice. Together, they overwhelm her....three predators claiming their prey in the most primal way possible. But something is different about Eve. While other women break under the brothers' dark desires, she endures. She matches their intensity, craves their brutality, returns night after night hungry for more. The brothers don't understand why they can't stay away from her. Why her scent drives them to the edge of madness. Why the mate bond...something they never believed they'd find...pulls them to this masked human with increasing, undeniable force. Then Eve's body begins to change. After three days without them, she collapses, her body shutting down from a hunger no food can satisfy. When Damian touches her fevered skin, her eyes glow amber and an ancient binding spell shatters. The truth explodes between them in a wave of desperate, consuming need: Eve isn't human. She's a succubi—a creature who feeds on sexual energy to survive. And they are her fated mates. Suddenly, Eve's nightly visits become her lifeline. She needs them...needs their touch, their dominance, their insatiable desire....or she'll die. A dark paranormal romance of fated mates, brutal alphas, and a queen who was born to rule them all.

WARNING:⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE CONTENTS Damon's eyes blaze with unholy delight as he watches Hazel struggle to take his massive cock, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. He can feel her throat constricting around him, the pressure exquisite, and he knows he's pushing her to her limits.Fuck, yes, he snarls, his grip on her hair tightening almost painfully, that's it, take it all. Swallow my cock like the obedient little cumslut you are.He rocks his hips, fucking her face with shallow thrusts, relishing the feeling of her saliva coating his shaft, her nose pressed to his groin. The sounds of her gagging, choking, and slurping only spur him on, stoking the fires of his lust.Damon's roar of pleasure echoes through the chamber as Hazel's hands find his sac, massaging and caressing his most sensitive flesh. The added stimulation pushes him closer to the edge, his cock pulsing and throbbing in her mouth.Enough, he growls, yanking her off his dick with a wet pop. On your knees, bitch. Time to fill that greedy cunt with my seed.He grabs her arms and forces her onto her knees, spreading her legs wide apart. With one hand, he unfastens his belt and frees his cock, stroking it impatiently as he positions himself at her entrance.Open wide, he snarls, pressing the head of his cock against her slick folds. Take it all, like a good little whore. Let me mark you as mine.Forced into a marriage with a mysterious, dangerous man known as "the Devil," a young woman must survive his dark world while uncovering secrets that blur the line between hatred and unexpected desire.

"He was the fire I should’ve run from. But I walked straight into the blaze, begging him to burn me. He loved me so hard it bled. Then, he left me — shattered— and now when I hold the power to destroy him, he wants to claim every broken piece." In a world of deceit, can love survive the truth? Kiss of His Betrayal– for those who love dangerous men and the women who dare to love them back. A dark romance of obsession, betrayal, revenge and the kind of love that scars. Read if you crave enemies-to-lovers, twisted chemistry, and secrets that refuse to stay buried. Character Intro: Shefali D'Souza - Barely eighteen… A pure soul with dreams bigger than the sky. Ambitious, fearless, breathtaking— A girl whose beauty wasn’t just on her face, but in the fire burning quietly in her eyes. Her charm? Chaos and poetry wrapped into one. Her sass could stop hearts, and that dimpled smile… dangerously unforgettable. One look at her— and his whole world surrendered at her feet. Damon Knight - He was the sole heir to the most powerful empire in the country— a name that made business tycoons bow and enemies tremble. To the world, he was the renowned boxer, the young CEO, the most eligible bachelor everyone dreamed of. Elegant. Charming. Untouchable. But beneath the tailored suits and angelic reputation… lived a devil carved out of fire and darkness. A man obsessed with the idea of taming innocence, claiming purity, and turning an untouched soul into his most prized possession. Her beauty caught his eye. Her fire… ensnared his soul. What began as a spark of curiosity twisted into an obsession he couldn’t control— and before he even realized it, the devil himself had fallen hopelessly, dangerously in love.

J'étais une gamine des bas-fonds quand je suis tombée amoureuse de Damon Vitale, le Parrain le plus redouté de Paris. Pendant cinq ans, j'ai été à lui. J'ai encaissé neuf balles pour lui. Il embrassait mes cicatrices pendant que je me vidais de mon sang pour lui. Il me serrait contre lui. Il passait le collier de la reine autour de mon cou. Puis, une fois remise, il me baisait jusqu'à me faire perdre toute notion de moi-même, avec une passion qui donnait l'illusion de l'éternité. Je croyais que nous passerions nos vies ensemble. Je pensais qu'il m'épouserait. Mais lors de notre neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième nuit ensemble, il m'a annoncé qu'il était fiancé. À Bianca, une princesse de la mafia issue d'une famille rivale. J'ai avalé mes larmes. Il s'est contenté de m'attraper par le menton, de souffler la fumée à mon visage et de rire. « Tu n'as quand même pas cru que tu pourrais m'épouser, n'est-ce pas, Nora ? Soyons clairs. On baise. C'est tout. Tu n'es pas une partenaire. Tu es une œuvre d'art que je collectionne. Une chatte qui m'appartient. » Une chatte. C'est tout ce qu'il a jamais voulu que je sois. Alors j'ai attrapé un téléphone jetable. « J'accepte ton offre. Trois jours. Sors-moi de Paris. »

They said a wolfless omega like me should be grateful for any mate. They didn't mention he'd reject me in front of three hundred wolves on my twenty-second birthday. For fourteen years, I survived as Silverpine Pack's punching bag, always starved, beaten, and told I was worthless. Tonight was supposed to change everything. My fated mate, Beta Marcus Kane, was supposed to claim me. Instead, he chose my cruel stepsister and condemned me to the silver chamber. So I ran. Straight into rogue territory. Straight into them. Kael, Damon, and Reece Blackthorn: three exiled alpha bikers with reputations as dark as their wolves. Dangerous and deadly. And somehow... all three are my fated mates. They say shared mates only occur in the most powerful bloodlines. They say it's a gift from the moon goddess herself. But I'm nobody. I'm broken. I don't even have a wolf. Except I do. And she's not just any wolf. She's a White Wolf, a bloodline extinct for two centuries. The kind of power that alphas kill for. The kind of power my stepfather has been suppressing with poison and dark magic since I was eight years old. Now my wolf is awakening, the Blackthorn brothers are falling for me despite their blood curse counting down to destruction, and the corrupt Wolf Council wants me dead or controlled before I become unstoppable. The stepfather who tortured me is coming to finish what he started. My ex-mate is dying from our severed bond and is desperate to reclaim me. And three devastatingly possessive alphas have made it clear: anyone who wants me goes through them first. I'm done being the victim. Done being weak. Done apologizing for existing. They wanted a monster? The White Wolf has awakened. She's coming for everyone who tried to break her.

My son, Tim, was kidnapped by a group of rogues. My husband, Alpha Kieran, spared no effort, using every resource at his disposal to find him. Finally, he tracked him down to an pub training center nearby. But when Tim regained consciousness, he discovered that he was disabled. As the only son of Kieran, destined to inherit his father’s title, he couldn’t bear the reality of his condition. Despair consumed him, and in his grief, he attempted to take his own life by drowning himself in the lake within our territory. I arrived too late. By the time I pulled him from the water, my strength was nearly gone. Kieran rushed me to the pack hospital, holding me close as he whispered into my ear, "Please, Selene, stay with me. I cannot lose you too." But after my surgery, as I lay in bed, I overheard Kieran speaking to his Beta, Damon, in the hallway. "Alpha, sacrificing the rescue mission that could have saved Tim seemed… excessive. Finding another heart donor wouldn’t have been impossible. Using Tim’s—he was your only son with Luna Selene." "I allowed him to be born because I knew he could save my daughter. I’ve already raised him long enough. It’s only right that he gives me what I need now." "And the doctor said siblings have a better chance of surviving heart transplants. Ana is my most precious child—I won’t risk her suffering another heart attack." Kieran’s words shattered me. He was my fated mate, the love of my life. Yet he had sacrificed our son—our son—to save the bastard child he had with his mistress. The marriage I once cherished, the fated mate I once believed in, had now become my own personal hell.

La primera decisión que tomé tras renacer fue rechazar el rito de marca con mi compañero Alfa, Ethan. En mi vida anterior, cuando Ethan intentó aplazar nuestra ceremonia de unión por trigésima segunda vez, lo amenacé invocando las leyes sagradas de la Diosa de la Luna. Al final, Ethan cedió. Para apaciguar mi furia, juró que nada volvería a interrumpirnos. Sin embargo, esa misma noche murió Ivy, su amante Omega. Desde aquel instante, Ethan me odió con cada fibra de su ser. Cuando le confesé que estaba esperando cachorros, me ahogó en las aguas gélidas del Mar del Norte. —Tú y la abominación que llevas dentro merecen morir por lo que le pasó a ella. Me escupió las palabras mientras me hundía la cabeza bajo el agua. Morí sumida en la desesperación. Pero al abrir los ojos, me encontraba de nuevo frente al altar. Ethan lucía impaciente. —A Ivy le duele el pecho... Tenemos que posponer la ceremonia de unión otra vez. Esperaba que le suplicara. En lugar de eso, me desabroché el collar ceremonial y se lo arrojé a la cara. —Ve con ella. Yo me largo. Ethan hizo una mueca de desprecio. —Deja el drama. Sin mi aroma, vas a regresar arrastrándote de rodillas en una semana. No sabía que, una hora más tarde, yo estaría tocando a la puerta de su enemigo mortal: Damon, el Tirano del Norte. Cuando publiqué una foto luciendo el anillo del Alfa Winterborn en mi dedo, con la leyenda “Un Alfa Mejor”, Ethan enloqueció...