Trembling Madness

⚠️ Warning: Abuse, descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, BDSM, sex control, manipulation. "Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice quiet but commanding. One guard hesitated and tried to speak, “But, sir—” Damian’s cold stare silenced him immediately. “I said take it off,” he repeated, this time with no room for argument. The guards exchanged nervous looks and then left the room, closing the door with a chilling finality. Aurora was now alone with this man, the one who had bought her like an object. Her dress felt heavy, her heels like chains. Taking a shaky step toward him, her breathing echoed in the silence. “Please,” Aurora whispered, dropping to her knees. “I’m only eighteen. Don’t do this.” Her voice was small, trembling, but she knew he held all the power.

Alpha Ares was vicious and heartless. Driven by the need to be at the top, his pack– the Coldcrest pack, was a no-nonsense pack. It was the largest of them all, and it was comprised of brutal and strong warriors who were drilled to come back triumphant after every battle. They were terrified by all. The sheer mention of his name would have the other packs trembling in fear. Infuriated by the demise of his parents, who were both slaughtered by wolf-hunters, Alpha Ares had only one rule – No pack member of his was to be mated to a human. Anyone who was to be painstakingly blessed with a human mate had to be killed or exiled, no matter their rank in the pack. And this rule was never to be broken. Appalled by his harsh judgment and vicious ways, the Moon goddess decided to bless him in the cruellest of ways. She gave him a mate, after so many years spent by Alpha Ares yearning for one. The only problem was, she gave him a human mate. A timid human mate named Akira.

“Spread those thighs, little one.” His voice was a low growl as his hand closed around her hips. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped, trembling as he dragged her down to his mouth. “Mmmhh… Daddy’s good girl,” he muttered darkly against her slick heat. “From this moment, your body, your screams, your soul—belong to me.” **************************************** He bought her with blood money. He keeps her with chains and silk. She swears she’ll never bend, but in his world of shadows and sin, defiance only feeds his hunger. In Naples, he’s “Il Diavolo”—the devil every man fears. To her, he’s the ruthless savior who dragged her from an auction block straight into hell. And hell has never felt so addictive. Claimed by the Don is a dark mafia romance laced with filthy dominance, dangerous obsession, and a love story sharp enough to cut.

She was born to be nothing, an Omega, a nobody and destined to live in the shadows---- until her 18th birthday changed everything. Iryn Vale spent her whole life in silent envy of the Beta’s daughter, the golden girl who was surrounded by the powerful Alpha sons. She knew her place — omegas mated omegas so she would not touch the stars meant for others. But destiny had darker, wilder plans for her. On the night of her 18th birthday, she discovers that her mates are none other than the Alpha's three infamous triplet sons---- the heirs who were feared for their savage strength, dominance, and brutal loyalty to each other. Now, Iryn finds herself tangled in a dangerous, passionate web of obsession, power, and primal wolf love. Three Alpha males, one fragile Omega heart and a bond so fierce it threatens to burn down their entire pack. Caught between territorial fights, erotic madness, tender moments, and brutal truths, Iryn must find her way through a savage love that was never meant for one— let alone three Alphas. They will love her, claim her, break her and share her but they will never let her go. Welcome my readers, to a world where being loved by Alphas is both the sweetest paradise... and the deadliest hell.

Money, power, and fame may not be everything in a person's lifetime, but if you want to possess everything, those are the necessities. The girl asked, "What about love?" The man smirked and mockingly replied, "Love? It's the cheapest thing, only those who are lowly and contemptible believe in something called 'love'." Speaking of "love" as well, the man knelt at the feet of the other girl, tears streaming down his handsome face. He pleaded, his voice trembling, looking up at the girl and said, "I beg you... you can beat me, you can kill me however you want... but please don't abandon me, don't abandon our child... I love you, Verity, I love you..." The girl, named Verity, gazed down with misty eyes and said, "Noah, you're absolutely right... love is indeed the cheapest thing in the world. It's thanks to you that I've come to understand this 'truth'."

Riven is carrying the last child the world was never meant to see. An outlawed Omega, swollen with a forbidden pregnancy, he’s been hunted from the moment he drew breath—his scent alone enough to drive Alphas into madness. He’s survived by hiding, running, and trusting no one. Until he stumbles into the territory of Cazriel Vane. The Hunter Alpha. Ruthless. Unyielding. Bred to spill blood and erase threats like Riven from existence. But when Cazriel catches him, trembling and defiant, something ancient snaps into place. Something primal. Something irreversible. Now bound by a curse that defies every law, the coldest Alpha alive finds himself tethered to the boy he was meant to kill. And protecting him might be the only thing that saves what’s left of his soul. The world wants Riven dead. Cazriel wants him safe. And the child growing between them? It might burn the entire kingdom to the ground.

Pagkatapos maloko ng agency na nangako sa kanya ng trabaho sa Guam, Bella will find herself in the hands of the biggest human trafficking syndicate in the world. At kung siswertehin nga naman talaga siya, siya pa ang napili ng leader na tikman bago ibenta sa isang Russian client kasama ng iba pa. She was already trembling in fear for her virginity when the leader's most trusted man came to her and took her to his room. He didn't promise freedom though. Instead, he gave his word to help her prepare to bed with the leader. Ngunit matapos ang isang mapusok na gabi kasama ang binata, Bella will find herself in Trojan's car, getting sneaked out from the syndicate's hideout carrying inside her something she didn't plan to have with Trojan.

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collapsed, but he held me firm, drawing out every last wave until I was shaking.

On the day I miscarried and suffered from haemorrhage, my husband posted a photo of a newborn’s tiny feet on his Instagram Story. The caption read: “Welcome, little angel. Daddy will always protect you.” With trembling hands, I called him. “The baby’s gone. Can you come to the hospital?” On the other end, I heard a baby crying, followed by the man’s impatient voice. “In that case, take good care of yourself. Louise just gave birth and needs someone to care for her. I can’t leave. “Besides, the dead shouldn’t compete with the living for affection. Got it?” He hung up right after. I broke down alone on the hospital bed, and when I finally wiped away my tears, I dialed the number of his sworn enemy, Levi Snow. “Marry me, and the entire Wright Corporation will be my dowry. All I want is for you to bring Finn Yeaton down. Do we have a deal?”

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.