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Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince

"A Rejected Omega, A Dark Alpha Prince and their twisted dangerous fate." Amelie Conley, the eldest daughter of a revered Alpha family, was once expected to carry on her family’s proud legacy. However, when she turned sixteen, she failed to awaken her wolf, which made her earn the scornful title—the Curse of the Conley Family. At eighteen, she found her destined mate and carried his child, believing she had finally been given a chance at happiness. But when she rushed to share the news, she found him in a compromising position with her younger sister, Flora. Betrayal cut deeper than any wound, but the final blow came when he rejected her without hesitation, declaring Flora as his true mate. Shunned and heartbroken, Amelie made the painful decision to leave her pack for the sake of her unborn child. But just as she tried to escape, she was ambushed—hunted down like prey. Desperate to protect herself and the life growing inside her, Amelie fled to save herself and her unborn child, only to collapse into the arms of an enigmatic stranger—Gabriel Sinclair. Gabriel was no ordinary man. He was the Alpha Prince, a name feared across the nation. For twelve long years, he had scoured the lands for his mate, only to find nothing. He had convinced himself that the Moon Goddess despised him, just as his own mother had. But the moment he laid eyes on Amelie, everything changed. "You were marked, weren't you?" His voice dropped, edged with something dangerously close to possession as his gaze met hers, demanding the truth.  The question left Amelie in a dilemma. She didn't wish to tell him the truth. "I am not an ordinary wolf, Amelie. Who the fuck marked you before me?" Gabriel voiced in a possessive yet intimidating tone.  Amelie didn’t know that the man, who saved her was none other than the infamous Dark Tyrant—the Alpha Prince, Gabriel Sinclair, whose intentions were still unknown to her. ~~~~ **The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.** Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight__pcy
Light_ray · 993.2K Views

Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)

I never asked to be a part of werewolf society - or this world. Every day that passes, the mating bond between my protector and I threatens to occur, once and for all. To consume me entirely... and lock my path with this world on the brink, even when I still think of home. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ One minute I was Citra Lomdi - a Princess to a kingdom of silk and secrets in a whole other place. There, I was a *magnificent* Fox shifter... maneuvering in the gilded cage that was my life. The next thing I knew... I was trapped in the body of a she-werewolf being rejected by her mate. A man that wanted the original owner, Helene Duskpaw, to accept the rejection of the mate bond so badly that he'd be easily convinced to kill me. He did *almost* seem to be trying! But my problems didn't end there. An 'Apocalypse System' has chosen me and a countdown timer reminds me whenever I look that fate can be measured. That there might be a point to my arrival here. A fierce & brilliant CEO of a supernatural society tech empire has their sights on me, too. The Alpha of the Rimecoat Pack that is quite annoyingly... as sexy as she is powerful. This Kyrie Voss also seems to believe she is my fated mate. Silly wolf superstitions. Whether that is true or not, isn't really important! I'm caught in between a cold-snap future and a hot-love pursuit... but I am Citra Lomdi and I will not be tamed. Not by the wolf within me I share this body with, the rogues that see me unmarked, or the Alpha that can set my blood on fire with her amazing restraint. The only problem is: Helene was pregnant before she died. So now, I am too.
Seraphelki · 264.9K Views

La Masacre de Los Laureles

En la tranquila mañana del 15 de mayo de 2024, la rutina diaria de la Unidad Educativa "Los Laureles" en Maturín, Monagas, se vio brutalmente interrumpida por un acto de violencia sin precedentes. Liam, un estudiante de 16 años, consumido por años de acoso escolar, el silencio de su entorno y la desconexión familiar, irrumpe en la escuela armado con un fusil de asalto AK-47. Movido por una mezcla de ira, desesperación y una distorsionada búsqueda de "justicia" contra quienes percibía como sus victimarios, Liam desata el horror. El caos se apodera de los pasillos y aulas mientras los estudiantes y el personal intentan buscar refugio, enfrentándose a una situación para la que nadie estaba preparado. Al final de los minutos que se sintieron como una eternidad, la escuela se convierte en la escena de una tragedia nacional. Liam deja un total de 45 víctimas: 30 heridos de diversa gravedad, muchos de ellos con lesiones que cambiarán sus vidas para siempre, tanto física como psicológicamente. 15 fallecidos, entre estudiantes y personal de la institución, cuyas vidas fueron arrebatadas de forma prematura. La masacre de Los Laureles no solo es un registro de números, sino una lacerante herida en la comunidad, que obliga a confrontar las profundas fallas en el sistema de apoyo a la salud mental, la gestión del acoso escolar, y la negligencia colectiva que permitió que la "semilla del silencio" de un joven se convirtiera en una devastadora tormenta de violencia. La historia explorará las secuelas, el proceso de duelo, la búsqueda de culpables y, más importante aún, la búsqueda de lecciones para evitar que una tragedia similar vuelva a ocurrir.
Sebastiano_Davide · 0 Views

Alpha's Pregnant Omega

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.
Kelenne · 147.7K Views

Laurel

--- Alora Serano is a therapist with a gift for healing broken minds—but she never expected to be forced into marrying one. Her husband, Laurel Ashford, is a powerful CEO with a sharp tongue, colder eyes, and a past he keeps buried in silence. Their marriage is nothing more than a calculated transaction between two families—but beneath the formalities and tension lies something far more dangerous: chemistry. From the moment Alora enters Laurel’s world, he makes it clear—he didn’t ask for a wife, especially not one with eyes that see right through him. "You’re wasting your time trying to fix me, mia cara," Laurel mutters one night, jaw clenched, eyes dark with everything he refuses to say. "And yet, here you are... letting me in, inch by inch," Alora replies softly, holding his gaze. He smirks, the edge of something darker curling at his lips. "You like how my fingers make you feel, don’t you, Alora?" Their dynamic is a storm. Passion tangled in pain. One moment, they're at each other’s throats, the next, they’re pressed against the walls in breathless silence, trying to pretend the desire doesn’t mean anything. But it does. Every glance burns. Every accidental touch leaves a mark. Alora never meant to fall for a man who weaponized distance, and Laurel never expected a woman who could unravel him with just a look. "You don't get to touch me like that and pretend it means nothing," she snaps during one of their many arguments. His voice is a low growl as he steps closer. "And you don't get to look at me like that unless you're ready for the consequences." As Alora digs deeper into his psyche, she uncovers the wounds he’s buried for years—wounds he never let anyone see. But love isn’t easy, not when trauma lurks in every corner and trust feels like a luxury neither of them can afford. When Laurel’s demons rise to the surface and Alora begins to break under the weight of loving a man who might never be able to love her back, the line between devotion and destruction begins to blur. "You make me want to believe in things I swore I never would again," Laurel whispers against her skin one night, vulnerable and raw for the first time. "And I want to be the reason you finally do," Alora breathes. Their story is messy, complicated, and maddening—but also intoxicating, healing, and unforgettable. In a marriage born out of duty, they discover that sometimes, the person you were forced to marry becomes the only one who can truly set you free. ---
nellyshantai5 · 1K Views

My Billionaire Ex Who Left Me Pregnant Wants A Second Chance

Synopsis: Olivia Reed never asked for too much. Just his love. For two years, she stayed in the shadows as Ethan Blackwood’s secret lover. He told her to wait. That one day, the world would know about them. That he would marry her. She believed him—because when you love someone, you hold on to hope, even if it hurts. But everything shattered the day she held the golden engagement invitation in her hand. Ethan Blackwood was marrying someone else. The man she had loved, trusted, and given everything to looked her in the eye and said she was nothing more than a “convenience.” And when she found out she was pregnant? He denied the child and told her to get rid of it—because his fiancée was pregnant too. Alone, heartbroken, and destroyed, Olivia wanted to end it all. But the doctor’s words changed everything: “If you end this pregnancy, you might lose your life… or your womb.” With only 10% chance of surviving, she chose life. For herself. For her unborn child. Five years later, Olivia is no longer the broken woman she once was. Now, she’s powerful, successful, and the name on everyone’s lips. A single mother. A woman who built an empire from nothing. Then she walks into a business meeting… and sees him. Ethan Blackwood. The man who destroyed her. Now, he wants her back. Begging for a second chance. Claiming he was lied to. That he looked for her for years. That he wants to be a father to the child he once told her to erase. But Olivia is no longer the woman who begged for his love. “After letting me bleed alone, you want to hold my hand again? Over my dead body.”
Osasssss · 2.8K Views

Recuerdos de aquel pasado

¡Me arrebataron aquello que amaba!. ellosno me amaban, ahora me encuentro sola fría y despotejif da, tomó aquel fresquito de cristal,recordando esas palabras -tómalo de todas formas eres solo un estorbo, ellos me aman.- sus palabras suenan como una victoria ganada. mis lágrimas se desbordan sin control por mi rostro. hazel su Guardia nos observaba con una mirada burlezca, mis ojos son de su plica. -oh...pobre indefensa, Daphne al fin obtienes lo que mereces por arrebatar lo que nunca fue tuyo-. su tono despectivo,lleno de malicia resonante en la Sala, antes de ser tomada de el cabello sintiendo un dolor agudo e insoportable. -en tiende no eres mejor que yo, siempre. fui mejor que tu lo tengo todo y tu nada-. siento como mi cuerpo se desploma en el piso, colapso sobre mis propias lágrimas, antes de beber el pequeño frasco. ella mira feliz el momento, a ella no le importa mi sufrimiento solo desea mi muerte más que nada. -¿por que?..., ¿que...hice para merecer es...to?- mi voz tan débil como nunca apagando se en un susurromi cuerpo temblando, ella solo sonríe. -te odio eres algo que debo quitar de el camino,además de ser solo un estorbo-. su voz suave pero llena de malicia ,sus ojos observando me con una mirada llena de maldad y codicia aún cuando mi cuerpo colapsa escupiendo sangre, ¡nunca existió un por que solo me odiaba.! sonrió colapsando por el veneno en mi cuerpo, aquello que me hace escupir sangre, mi vista nublada se despide de este mundo oscuro sin pizca de emoción. oh... la voz de aquella chica sonando como un débil susurro , su cuerpo muerto ya hacia en el piso, la amante celebrando su victoria. --- -!esto es injusto si yo estuviera allí, la haria arrepentirse!- rechino los dientes con furia.
laurel_Perdono · 296 Views
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