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Mated To Four, Fated To One

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.
Pastel_Peach · 3.6K Views

His to Break, His to Keep

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.
Akash_Chaudhary_0940 · 7K Views

A Raven's Hell: The Spartan Wolf and Little Abby Spencer

His royal highness, Prince Abbott Raven is a mighty lord commander who despite the obstacle in his way is the greatest warrior the hemisphere has ever seen. He is oblivious of the fact that he is a werewolf. All he knows is that on every full moon he turns into a beast he can’t control and it was a secret he has to keep till death and he has managed to keep it until a red-haired girl with a pendant for mischief shows up unannounced in his life. They have a history. She saved his life thirteen years ago and now, he has a debt to repay. Even if it is the last thing he ever did, he has to get Abby Spencer as far away from the grasps of the ruthless king but Abby isn’t the typical damsel in distress. She seems to be hell bent on becoming a Raven. Abbott tries everything in his arsenal to get her away which includes kidnapping and stabbing obviously But Abby may just turn out to be the one thing the prince of darkness can’t crack. Abby is supposed to be betrothed to the king’s grandson, Prince Markle but when an attack on the royal family leaves Abbott in coma, he wakes up to find same red hair with a pendant for finding mischief and an insatiable urge for knowledge looking down at him with those green eyes that was filled with an emotion he wasn’t familiar with – worry, love and affection and for a man who is never afraid, Abbott is thrown off balance. And so, he sets off to keep this blasted creature as far away from him as humanly possible. Abbott is cold as ice and with a secret of his own. He is a werewolf without a pack and a million enemies. The last thing he needs is a little frightened girl as a wife and a ten years age difference *** Excerpt I opened my eyes and at first, it was like looking through a wet glass but then everything became clear. “Drink this, it will help” I took a sip. It felt so good. With my thirst quenched I decided to focus on the more prominent problem in front of me - the fact that I was bound with bronze cuffs! “What is going on?” “Hold still Miss Spencer, the nausea will pass, it's just a symptom of the horse tranquilizer you were dosed with” “I am not a horse, why would someone doze me…Abbott!” My eyes flew open and my last memory came flooding back. Abbott did this. I looked around but I couldn't see much. Then fear crept in like a thief. Where were they taking me? I tried to jump out of the open carriage door. Better broken bones than a still lifeless heart. I almost succeeded but he was faster, he grabbed me and he latched on. “Let me go!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but he didn't. “Are you hurt, Milady?” he asked me I am sorry, what? Why was he concerned about my welfare if he was going to slaughter me? “No” I answered slowly “Jumping out of a moving carriage is dangerous and…” he followed my eyes and it rested on the part of my forearm his hands were currently holding. He tilted his head to the left and exhaled. “I need your word that if I let go of you, you won’t try to jump out…” I blinked. “Are you going to kill me?” “Kill you?” he looked confused. Was my punishment something more awful than death? “Yes, kill me…slaughter me…chop off my head!” I asked loudly. “No. calm your heel, Miss Spencer…this is just a kidnapping not an execution” Book cover is not mine. if owner wants me to take it down, please contact me.
King_Starr · 1.8K Views
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