The Werewolf King's Warrior Luna

"On the bed!" He commanded gruffly, leaving no room for questions. Everything was quiet and I heard my heart pounding. It was difficult to even breathe. He suddenly moved, reaching for me. I felt his fingers brush over my shoulder, the silky robe slowly slipping off of me. My heart filled with dread as I thought about how I looked in his eyes right now. My body trembled, my eyes shut and it felt like my face was on fire. "Please..." I begged in a broken and shaky voice. “I don’t want to be your breeder.” *** Talon the Black is as his name suggests. Dominant. Heartless. Ruthless. King of the Lycans, Talon is madly in love with his mate, Willow, but things start to fall apart when she cannot bear him a child. Driven to desperation, Willow begs him to breed a filthy human and while Talon is reluctant to, he does as his beloved wants. Abused and maltreated by her parents, Avalyn has been sold by her father to the Lycans. Her life is even made worse when she realizes that she is to be the Lycan King’s breeder. She is to sleep with him and carry his child even though he is already married. It is a cold business exchange, her curvy body in exchange for an heir, nothing more. But what happens once this ruthless King starts to fall in love with her? Can they hide their forbidden love from Willow or would there be to pay once she finds out?

If you don't find your mate by the age of 17, you will be forced into slavery. Your fate is decided by The Alpha King. My name is Brinley James, I'm 17 and due to rejection: I am mate-less, or I should say... Slave No. 508. ----- THIS IS THE ALPHA KINGS SLAVE rewrite BOOK TWO, THE ALPHA KING'S CURSED MATE I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THE REWRITE UPDATE DATES WILL BE POSTED SOON UPDATES WILL BE ON MONDAYS FRIDAYS AND SUNDAYS WARNING MAY BE SPELLING ERRORS BUT REST ASSURE I WILL FIX THEM.

“The moon goddess has blessed me with a fated mate, she would be my only bride and the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,” my groom Alpha Killian, announced, and then pulled my half-sister Leah into his arms. Pushed aside on her wedding day by her beloved, Zira Winston must pick herself up and not only does she have to move on from being ditched, she has to watch as her half-sister became the bride to the man she had loved and dated for the last eight years. But what happens when a trip to the capital for the coronation of a new king has Zira’s destiny and path in life swirling in a whole new direction when she finds out that her mate is the just to be crowned Lycan King? Born in the center of Eliza, Ronan has been trained all his life to become the possible future Lycan King. Bound together by the moon goddess wishes and blessings, would the two be able to mend the tears in their hearts despite the huge gap in status and background? Or is Zira bound for another heartbreak?

{Warning: R-18} "No, please don't do this to me," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Have I ever shown mercy to anyone, my dear Mate? Why should you be an exception?" he retorted, his voice oozing with malice. "Please, I beg you, don't do this to me," she pleaded, her words barely audible amidst her sobs,"Why are you doing this? It's so painful. I hate you. Please stop." "How dare you try to escape from me? Do you think you have the courage to defy me?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venomous rage. "I'm sorry, please, I promise I won't repeat this mistake. Please, have mercy," she pleaded, her words forming a desperate melody. "Your begging is like sweet music to my ears, Angel," he taunted, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure,"You dared to run away from our marriage. Today, I am going to show you the extent of my power." "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

“You are mine! Mine alone” He Kissed her neck, pulling her closer to her and a soft moan escaped her lips. “No. This is wrong. Can’t be yours. Kaleb will never…” She couldn’t finish her sentence and he crushed his lips against hers. “Please stop,” she implored him to stop, even though she said that to him. Her body craved his touch, the warmth it brought to her. She wanted to feel his muscular hands on her. “You are mine, Allie!” He whispered, pushing himself against her. They knew it was wrong, but it felt right. She was engaged to another, and he was her pack’s enemy, but fate brought them together.

Without warning, Ezra drags me over to his desk in the corner of the study room and shoves me towards it. There, he rips my dress and pulls my arms behind me, tying both my wrists with the torn cloth. It hurts. I shake my head and a strangled sob escapes my lips. “Part your legs, Alayna.” he growls I try to free my hands but this results in him tightening the cloth further. Ezra presses his himself against my back. “Spread. Your. Legs.” *** The black sheep. The unwanted one. The second choice. Those were the names I grew up with. But when my sister mysteriously vanished on her wedding day, I was forced to take on another name, the Luna. “I never loved you. You’re nothing to me but a substitute.” Ezra's words burn in my mind every night as I lay in his bed, letting him ravage and abuse my body. Tears spring to my eyes with every thrust, with every slap, with every bite of his wolf fangs. It was never meant to be like this, I was never meant to be his Luna, I was never meant to be his whore. He was meant to marry my sister, the beautiful, strong and brave she-wolf of our family. Instead, he ended up with a mute omega; me. My name is Alayna Morningstar. And this is my story.

"Kane stays unmoving, and I realize he’s barely breathing. I don’t think he needs oxygen to stay alive, so that’s not too surprising, but I can’t’ figure out why he is so still. His hand at my waist is so very close to my breastbone, the longing for him to slide it up only a few inches, to touch me in places no one ever has before, has a gasp leaving my lips. I have to bite down again to keep from moaning, and he hasn’t even kissed me yet." Emory I was born to be the Alpha of my pack. But now... I am here, in the castle of our greatest enemy, the Vampire King. I should hate Kane, but the more time I spend with him, the more I long for him. I am not here to be his lover, though. I am here to be his feeder. But even before his lips graze my skin the first time, I know I would give myself to him in every way imaginable if only he should ask. Kane I long to taste the wolf shifter, but not her blood, her body. But I'm already betrothed to marry another vampire, and if I call that off, I have resigned my kingdom to yet another war. There has to be a way to keep Emory as my feeder but not claim her in my bed. I just haven't figured it out yet. But I have enemies, and every moment she spends here in my home, Castle Graystone, she's in danger. I can protect her, but at what cost? Am I willing to risk everything to make her mine? Or should I put my duty to my kingdom first?

After mating to the prince, I was brutally killed by my jealous friend during pregnancy! Luckily I was reborn and the ugly scars on my face were gone. My husband, who never cared about me, suddenly came to my door. How dare he let my son call him Daddy？ —— “Wake up,” I willed myself desperately, to my sunken and sallow body. “You can’t die. If you die, the baby will die.” Moon Goddess, are you here to answer my prayers? Yes, child. But there is a reason I am here to grant you life again; your bloodline is too significant and rare to expunge. This is why you paired Prince Aldrich and I, I muttered, realization surfacing. You are just as important as him, even more so. My body thirsted for water, for food and a bath and sunlight. But mostly, it thirsted for revenge at that moment. I must return, was all I said.

*HIGHLY RATED AND GRAPHIC CONTENT. TRIGGER WARNINGS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED.* Elora, a young werewolf and daughter of the Beta of Darwin Pack, is forced into slavery together with her siblings when her father is betrayed and branded as a slaver by his own Alpha. Her only goal is to find a way to clear her father's name and find a good home far way from their kingdom where her family could be together but a lot of enemies stand in her way. Becoming the mistress of the Lycan king seemed a good way to get a step further in getting her revenge but it only exposed her to more dangerous enemies. Rome, King of the Lycans, is heartbroken by the betrayal of his wife and is decidedly fed up with matters of the heart. He is on a mission to ensure the new law he passed on slavery was being followed when he is bumped into by a female werewolf that steals his breath and command his attention. He finds out she's the daughter of a slaver and hopes to put distance between himself and the alluring woman but with the threat of losing his throne, he is forced to make her his mistress.

"Did you ever even love me?" "Laylin-" He tried to hold her hand but she slapped it away. "No. You were always ashamed of me! Did it even matter to you how I felt being ridiculed as your mistress?" ..... She fell in love with him at first sight and it hurt because he had a lover. He had no place for her in his perfect royal life. She was just a human Princess sent as a hostage to him, but it all changed the moment his lycan marked her. Laylin is given to the Lycan King of Rakhbar on his ascending to the throne after a successful coup as a sign of a peace treaty by her father. Stripped of her status, she’s forced to be a Mistress for the cruel King because he wants to hide his weak mate. Little does he know, Laylin is anything but weak. With all that she had to suffer for his love, is it even worth it? Should she stay in this messed-up relationship or give up on him? Will she even have a choice once her father breaks the treaty and instate a war?