White Leather Headboard

"Spread your fucking legs for Daddy…" The moment those growled words hit my ears, my thighs trembled, going weak at the knees. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with envy, aching to be the one spread wide and commanded by that deep, dominant voice. Heat flooded my core, soaking my panties with slick arousal, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Like the foolish, needy girl I was, I nudged the door open just a crack, peeking into the dim light of his bedroom to see who he was claiming on that massive bed. But shock slammed into me—Alpha Kane wasn't with anyone else. He lounged against the headboard, his massive hand wrapped around his thick, veined cock, stroking it slow and firm while his piercing eyes locked on a spread of my photos scattered across the sheets. Pictures of me in innocent poses, but the way he pumped his shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip and dripping down his length, turned them filthy in his gaze. **** I'd been just ten when rogues tore through our pack in a brutal war, slaughtering my parents and leaving me orphaned in the blood-soaked ruins. Alpha Kane Laskovic had charged in like a storm, ripping through the attackers with savage fury, saving me and the survivors. He became my guardian, my armored knight, pulling me from the ashes and raising me under his powerful protection. I was supposed to call him Dad—respectful, safe. Not Daddy, not while fantasizing about him pinning me down, growling filthy commands as he fucked me raw, claiming every inch of my body as his. But gods, I couldn't stop. The taboo hunger burned too hot, making me crave his cum flooding my womb, marking me as his forbidden little slut.

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

Like any other teenager, Jane has only two wishes in her life. One is to be mated to Malcolm White, future Alpha of Nightfall Pack. Two, she wants to become the Luna of Moonshine Pack. However, imagine her disappointment when her first wish didn't come true as the moon goddess has bound Malcom to her best friend Shauna and she is bound to the enemy. Will she accepts her Lycan mate or reject him for life?

FORMERLY TITLED THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT "Do you, William Hugh White take Jennifer Benjamin King to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to adore, to respect and to love for the rest of your life?" Mr. William Hugh nodded. "I do." "Do You, Jennifer Benjamin King take William Hugh White to be your lawfully wedded husband, to cherish and to adore, to respect and to love for the rest of your life?" Jennifer turned to her mother, then to her father who had a huge scowl on his face. He looked like he could do anything to her and her mother if she tried to do anything other than she was told. "I do." she answered. "Does anyone sitting in the church right now, have a tangible reason as to why this marriage should not be held? If you do, then speak up now, or forever hold your peace." "I do." Jennifer finds herself suspended from school on her father's wish, and he tells she will get married to some man. In a bid to escape, she falls in the hands of Elijah who instead asks to marry her. She needs to run, and he is offering her a way out. With no other way out, she accepts.

The last thing Olivia Smith ever wanted was to become a hotel cleaner, She is a 23-year-old workaholic woman who had thrived very hard to care for her mother who was diagnosed with a terrible illness that has kept her in and out of the hospital for years. Olivia least expected to bump into Nathan White her high school bully who is now a business tycoon known around the states and the CEO of the hotel she's currently working at. Despite meeting after five years, He had not changed a bit, He is still the narcissistic jerk she had always known and always ready to diminish her at every given opportunity. In other to save her reputation and self-esteem from being ridiculed by Nathan. Olivia is forced to lie about her current status portraying herself as a businesswoman. Although her charade won't take long before it's discovered. Olivia's cooking skills got her a job as a chef at the White's mansion bringing her and Nathan closer. The war between them continues as the days go by. Nathan finds it interesting to make her life a living hell. Trust me, This must be where the fun stuff happens.

Part 1 - Genevieve: I found my mate the same night my parents were murdered. Stuck at the White Forest Pack, Alpha Prince Nikolai disappears for days at a time. Only when our mate-bond overwhelms him with desire does he find me. Then he loves to both punish and pleasure me, but I can’t live like this. Now my visions suggest my worst fears are true, even as I yearn for his affection. Was Nikolai involved in my parents murder? Part 2 - Cillian: I became Alpha of the Shadowlands Pack overnight and in the midst of grief and anger, I lost control. Somehow my actions have left my wolf mute. When the girl I have loved for years finally comes of age something goes terribly wrong. She is mated to another. It isn't how it is meant to be. I can't accept it. My father was the perfect Alpha but I'm already failing. I won't lose Matilda too. When the truth comes out can I be the Alpha my pack deserves or lower myself to enjoy savage, satisfying vengeance against those who plotted against me? Shadowlands Book 1 - a standalone continuation of the world created in the White Forest Pack series, exclusive to GoodNovel.

Kate fled from the pack after her friend helped her escape from the alpha prince, her mate who sought to kill her. She was pregnant with his child, but as an omega, the alpha prince deemed her an insult to his status and tried to eliminate her. Kate ran for her life, but her pursuers refused to give up. Just when all hope seemed lost, a Lycan wolf named Kael, the cursed alpha of the Dark Twilight Pack, intervened and helped her escape. Kael was under a curse that could only be lifted by finding a white wolf willing to suck his manhood and drink his fluid. Kate, it turned out, was that white wolf. In exchange for her services, Kael made her the CEO of a successful company and raised their triplet children. However, their arrangement was disrupted when Alpha Charles returned to claim Kate, while lycan Kael became obsessed with her. **** "Someone else has touched you, you slut!" Kael growled. "It's none of your business," Kate replied. "Our agreement doesn't stipulate that no one else can touch me." "Shut up!" Kael snarled. "You are mine, my pleasure alone, and no one else's!"

Alpha Syd is a side-story of Scars. “I was reborn the heartless demon wolf, Syd Vicious. I became a nightmare, an urban legend, folklore, a monster.” The only daughter of the fallen White Ridge Pack’s Beta, Sydney Eld, was forever changed on the “Night of Raids.” Losing the last of her family and fighting against her own pack. Her natural wiry flame-red hair and amber eyes leave others shaken with fear. It’s no wonder the goddess has chosen Sydney to take over as Alpha since she has proven again and again to fight for what is right and will not let anyone stand in her way. She is not without opposition, as pack elders are not thrilled with the prospect of a female Alpha. She also has to fight off a group of rogues led by a Rogue Alpha hell-bent on seeing the White Ridge Pack burnt to the ground. Sydney’s only light and hope are her Lumiere (a term for male Luna), Silas Youngblood. He is the third son of the Amaris Pack's Beta and her destined mates. Can Silas pull Syd out of her dark path? Can she learn to trust again? Can this fated mated pair rise above to bring prosperity back to their pack?

As the daughter of the Silvermane Pack's strongest Alpha, I was born with two enviable protectors. My brother, Adrian, couldn't bear to see me get a single scratch, and my mate, Liam, couldn't stand to see me shed a single tear. But at my transformation ceremony, Iris, an exile's daughter, stole the Moon Goddess Potion that was meant for me. She shifted first, becoming a rare, pure white wolf and capturing the awe of the entire pack. I only confronted her about it, yet my brother handed me over to enemy rogues as a bargaining chip for a truce. And my mate used wolfsbane to block my transformation, stealing my last chance to fight back. With their silent consent, I was tortured by my enemies until death was a mercy. Before I died, one of the rogues gloated, "So what if your father exiled me? My daughter, Iris, will soon be their Luna. The entire Silvermane Pack will be mine!" I died, consumed by hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day of my transformation ceremony. Eyeing the preening white wolf before me, I sneered. "Guards! Shave all her fur!"