Voice Claims

*🔞Warning! Only for mature audiences! Andrea was disgraced and rejected for being an omega. After an unintentional steamy night with a man she never should have touched, She left in a panic and never looked back. Three years later, Andrea never expected she would be the person to seek out the father of her hidden child on her own. Entwining their fates in ways she never thought possible. The man is sex and sin in clothes, challenging and giving her passion she'd never experienced before. No strings attached, that was their agreement. She claims to only be there for her child. To only seek him for his safety. But how long can she deny the growing lust and tension between the two of them? Will she get her second chance with the ruthless Alpha or will the dark secrets they both harbor make her lose it all again?

“He never claimed me. Not once.” - Elara Sloane - “Then let me show you what it feels like to be wanted.” - Jaxon Black - Elara Elara Sloane, once the esteemed Luna-wife of the powerful Alpha Cyrus Black, files for divorce after realizing her life is suffocating due to his lack of love and proper claim. This decision shocks their elite society. Seeking freedom, she unexpectedly finds herself living with Jaxon Black, Cyrus's estranged younger brother, who offers her protection from Cyrus’s influence. Their forced proximity ignites a complex bond, but their society forbids claims between two Alphas of the same bloodline. As Cyrus tries to reclaim her, a fierce rivalry between the brothers unfolds, leaving Elara to choose between safety and the desire to be truly claimed.

Derrick is a single father who is trying to do the best for his son and his pack. While working on a deal for more land acquisition, he meets his business associates lovely, human, wife, who turns out to be his mate. Will he be able to convince her to leave the human life she has known behind to become his Luna, or will the mental abuse she has suffered from her husband be too much for her to overcome? The only thing Derrick knows is that he wants Salara with every fiber of his being and he will stop at nothing until he finally claims her as his. Things get complicated for both Derrick and Salara when pieces of her past lives come back to meddle with their future together. Will they be able to overcome their struggles and find a way to be together? Or will they lose everything in the end?

You can't leave, Elena. You're mine to keep. Mine to touch. Mine to watch. Mine to claim. And definitely mine to fuck..." Days before her 22nd birthday, Elena is kidnapped by the dangerously powerful Diego Romano—a man she’s never met, but who claims her as his. In a whirlwind of fear and fury, she discovers the truth: her father signed her off in a contract marriage to the mafia kinglord when she was only ten years old. And now, Diego has come to collect. Thrown into a world ruled by blood, secrets, and control, Elena must choose—fight the man who owns her by law, or survive the heat that burns between them and threatens to consume her whole. Will Elena lose herself in Diego’s world… or will she make it her own?

He is 38, cold, calculated, brutal. A mafia king with blood on his hand and no room for softness in his world. She is 21, reckless, untouched. The forbidden stepsister he never wanted, but now he can’t stop thinking about her. When a contract forces them into marriage meant to protect the family’s legacy, she becomes his most dangerous temptation. He tell himself it’s just duty. She swears she hate him . But the tension between them is a ticking bomb. He’s twice her age. Twice as cruel. And once he claims her, he won’t let go. In a world of gun, power, and unspoken rules, she the only thing he can’t control. And the one thing he’ll burn everything to keep.

Cassie Reed never imagined that a routine day at college would end with her being kidnapped by a ruthless mafia boss. She’s thrown into a dangerous world she doesn’t understand—one ruled by Luca, a cold and powerful man who claims she holds a secret worth killing for. Forced to live as his secret roommate, Cassie is trapped in a shadowy underworld where every move could mean life or death. Luca is controlling, mysterious, and infuriatingly distant. As threats from rival families close in, Cassie must unravel the truth behind her father’s hidden past and the secret slush fund that could destroy them all. He says keeping her close is for her protection. But Cassie wonders… is she his prisoner—or his greatest weakness?

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

After the heated kiss, Sebastian's expression softened, his eyes still burning with desire. "I wasn't avoiding you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. "I just want you to focus on your studies, not me all the time. You're a topper, baby," he said, a hint of pride in his tone. "And if you don't score well, I'll think it's because of me." His gaze locked onto hers, intense and serious. "In college, we should remain like professors and students—professional and detached. But outside..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You can consider me your boyfriend, husband, friend... Daddy." **** "Adeline!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with emotion. But as he wrapped his arms around her, she distanced herself, her body language screaming rejection. "Sebastian, don't," Adeline warned. "Why didn't you answer my calls? I've been worried sick, imagining the worst, and feeling helpless. It's been three agonizing days since I last saw you, and I've been unable to focus on anything." Adeline remained silent, "What's wrong, Adeline? You're scaring me," he pleaded. "I'm pregnant," she stated. Sebastian's face lit up with joy, his eyes shining with excitement. "Oh, Adeline! We're going to be parents!" he exclaimed. But his happiness was short-lived, as Adeline's next words shattered his dreams. "I'm going to abort this child," Adeline declared. Sebastian's world crumbled around him, his heart shattering into a million pieces. "But before I do, I wanted to tell you," Adeline continued. "That's why I'm here—to end this chapter of our lives and move on." Adeline's voice dripped with finality. "Everything between us ends with this child," she declared.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

WE'RE BACK! Yes, your favorite cousins are back at it again, but this time it ain't about me. So, buckle up and grab your wine glasses, because it's gonna be crazy! Mina’s POV: Wait a damn minute. Am I in hell? Because if I am, I need to speak to HR. I didn't even get a chance to plead my case, give a reference or something. I'm about to start freaking out because, I'm not a “go to hell” and mean it type of person. I can't do heat for five minutes let alone an eternity. I feel like giving my life to save a baby and a man should have gotten me at least joint visitation six months in heaven and six months in hell. “Mina, are you awake?” I heard the voice quietly say next to my ear. I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like I had sand in them. I decided to try speaking, but only let out something that sounded like a sick animal. "Wait right there let me get you some water.” I heard a voice whisper again. Who the hell is that? I have heard that voice before but couldn't figure out who the hell it was. “! We need to move; they've found us.” The voice came again. Wait, what? Who the hell are they? I tried opening my eyes again, this time I managed to get them open enough to see the figure picking me up bridal style. Then the stranger turned his head to look directly in my eyes and I knew instantly who it was. “Blaze? You gotta be shitting me.” I said, obviously shocked. “Hey, can we join the party? I hope you are serving food because we are famished.” I heard a man say.