A Breeder For The Vindictive Alpha
Celeste was an abandoned princess and a wolf-less she-wolf who held no value to her father.
Horres was the ruthless Alpha of the Iron Fang Pack-a ticking time bomb.
As a peace offering to a rival pack, Celeste Holmes knew her life would be difficult as the Luna to an Alpha who would give anything to wipe her pack from the surface of the earth.
Even then, she felt it was her ticket to escape her father's clutches, yet nothing prepared her for the horror awaiting her.
People said Alpha Horres was scary, but to Celeste, he was a demon.
Alpha Horres Thorne had everything planned out for the daughter of his nemesis. The humiliation, pain, torture, and everything that could break her was set the moment her father thought of offering her to him.
Horres enjoyed watching her bleed. Relishing her despair and seeing the helplessness on her face gave him the energy to plot more schemes against her evil father.
Everything was supposed to move smoothly, but there was a flaw in his plan. After that fateful night, he experienced every single pain he inflicted on her, just the way she felt it. Even her subconscious fears and insecurities were felt by him.
Didn't they say Celeste Holmes had no wolf? How then did she do it, or did Alpha Holmes' daughter succeed in bewitching Alpha Horres while he was enjoying his time torturing her? Did he lose in his own game of chess? How would he take revenge when he couldn't even hurt her anymore?
Was he supposed to just surrender and love her now?
What about his grievances?
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Chapter 1
Horres
I stood in my study, waiting impatiently for the team to arrive. My second beta scrambled to sort out the messages delivered by the messenger ravens, but he still didn't find what we wanted.
Our major concern was the whereabouts of our delegation.
I kept this meeting between the two of us because I received a distress call that rogues had ambushed the delegation sent to the Moon Howler Pack.
How could rogues roam so freely within their pack's borders like that? The Alpha wanted to take me for a fool, huh? I bet he got impatient playing in the shadows.
This should have been a simple gathering of Alphas, as ordered by the Alpha King. I never showed my face at such meetings because I was always sick at the scheduled times. I never gave a fuck about whether they believe my excuses or not, but my first beta always attended on my behalf.
I ordered my men to return, but they still haven't sent any response. I was particularly restless because it was an open secret that I was sworn enemies with the Moon Howler Pack. I wouldn't have sent a delegation there if I could openly defy the Alpha king.
"Alpha, a raven just came in." The head guard rushed into the study with a folded sheet of paper in his hand. My blood boiled at the mere sight of it. That old fart sent a message instead of my people responding to me.
Was he keeping them hostage or what?
[Bam!]
I bumped my fist on the table, not bothering about the scattered items or the trembling guard.
My beta looked toward me, a thousand questions on his mind, yet he wouldn't dare to ask.
Just like he came, the guard retreated as quickly.
"That old fart wants to send a tribute to atone for the warriors we lost in his borders. He thinks one person from the Moon Howler Pack is worth more than the eight warriors he murdered in his land? If he wants war, he will get just that!"
I was ready to eradicate the Moon Howler Pack for good. Their existence had been an eyesore for the longest time. Now, I would take them all out in one fell swoop, and there wouldn't be anyone to stand in my way..
"Alpha, please reconsider. This is clearly a trap, my lord. Don't play right into his hands. P... Please..." My second beta made sense, but that wasn't what I wanted. I lost my men, and all I was to get were a few gifts and... a damn daughter of the devil.
"My lord, if this was plotted between Alpha Holmes and the Alpha king, then there should be more at play than they're letting on." I couldn't believe my ears. He fought side by side with me in the Great War and never seemed like a coward. What could be the problem now?
"Oxley, are you scared to fight?" I couldn't think of any other reason. I was prepared to pay back the Moon Howler Pack for decades. "Why the heck would I need to care about the Alpha king now of all times?"
"My lord, the message states that Holmes wishes to offer his favorite daughter. She has the alpha's blood running through her veins. A princess at that. Why not allow her to be the temporary entertainment you need?"
Hmmph! Interesting!
"I haven't heard from my first beta and gamma. I don't know what state they're in right now, and all you can say is to allow a daughter of that bastard to warm my bed? Does the Iron Fang Pack lack women so much?" The heck!
"My apologies, my lord. Please, permit me to explain." He'd better!
The killing intent that filled the room was enough to make my second beta go to his knees. He knew for a fact that one wrong word, and I could snap his neck.
"My lord, he wants to plant a spy in our pack. However, we could accept her and make her wish she had never stepped into our borders. Stepping on his favorite child would be just like stepping on the man himself. Besides, you wouldn't need any reason to hold her hostage, since she would come as a peace offering. We could even get some first-hand infrmation from her."
I began to think deeply about his words; after all, using my enemies' weapons against them was my best ammunition. I guess I was just too angry about my warriors to think properly.
"Hmmm! You have a point." I drummed my fingers on the table, finally taking a seat after standing for hours.
"Your hesitation to fight would make Alpha Holmes believe that he had already won. He would think you were too scared to act, which would make him act more recklessly." That's true. I have been attacking him in the shadows, causing him a lot of losses, which he never failed to retaliate at the least chance he got.
This wouldn't be a bad idea, after all.
"He would think I fear him too much to act against him, huh?" Tsk! Nice one. Oxley, Oxley, Oxley, ever the strategist.
Oxley nodded and rose to his feet when I signaled him to do so.
"That's a good point you made, Oxley. In that case, round up all the other spies and execute them secretly. Alpha Holmes should hear about the bodies within the next two hours."
Beta Oxley nodded with so much enthusiasm that I couldn't help shaking my head. Even I had my hands itching to snap their heads for the longest time. They thought I never found out about them infiltrating my pack all these years. Tsk!
Oxley was about to step out of the room when something suddenly clicked in my mind.
"Leave two spies." We'll need them to report back to Alpha Holmes, and Oxley understood that perfectly. "Make sure one is poisoned. He can die in his pack later."
He had a smile that made it clear to me that he understood the task.
"As you wish, Alpha." That said, Oxley hurried out of the study, leaving me to my thoughts.
"I accept your peace offering." With those words scribbled on the paper, I folded it and tied it to the feet of my messenger raven.
I watched the bird flap its wings in the air, heading toward the direction of the Moon Howler Pack.
Alpha Holmes had taken too much from me, yet he still wanted more. Hmpph!
"The stage has been set, Alpha Holmes. May the best man win."
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8.2
After years of marriage, Adrian Foster still only spoke to me in bed.
The moment he got out of it, the warmth vanished, replaced by cold indifference.
I, Nora Bennett, had endured it all in silence, hoping that if I stayed obedient, he might show our daughter, Nina Foster, a little more care.
Yet in his eyes, Sophia Graham was his one and only-the woman he put on a pedestal, shielding and indulging her at every turn.
For her child, he had even taken my daughter's bone marrow.
In that moment, I finally understood. I was nothing more than a pawn in his battle with the woman he truly loved.
So I stopped holding on. I took my daughter and left without hesitation.
9.6
She was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world.
Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance-as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness.
Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her-even if it kills him.
On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters, Lyra and Stellan discover an impossible bond growing between them. The moon has chosen them as mates. But Stellan's memories are returning, and with them, a devastating truth: he's not just any wolf. He's the Alpha of the North Star Pack. And a half-blood can never be his Luna.
Now Ronan's brother has sworn revenge, an ancient prophecy awakens, and three packs prepare for war. Lyra must prove that bloodlines mean nothing-and that the most powerful bond of all is forged in ice and fire.
He lost his memory. She lost her freedom. Together, they'll find everything.
8.3
Bound by fate, Torn by desire, Forbidden by choice.
Rhyna, a healer omega, never asked for war, or to be taken prisoner. But when the feared Alpha, Conan, drags her into the heart of enemy territory, her world flips upside down.
He claims she is his Luna, destined by a bond she refuses to accept. She is determined to fight, to resist, to survive... but Conan's dominance, power, and the pull of their inexplicable bond test everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
In a world where packs clash and hearts are weapons, can a healer survive the Alpha's desires, and resist the pull of a mate she never wanted?
9.5
Isla Rivera's mistake was being too good at her job. When she uncovers money laundering at Vitale Imports, she becomes the captive of Dante Vitale - a dangerous mafia don who needs her forensic accounting skills to find the traitor stealing from his empire.
The deal is simple: find who's taken fifty million, or lose everything she loves.
But nothing about Dante is simple. Behind the ruthless exterior is a man who never chose this life, who protects innocents even as he rules a world built on blood and power. A man whose dark eyes see straight through Isla's defenses, awakening a desire she never expected to feel for her captor.
As Isla unravels a conspiracy buried deep inside Dante's own family, the professional arrangement turns personal. Every heated glance, every stolen moment in his penthouse pulls them closer, blurring the line between fear and forbidden attraction.
When she uncovers the truth - the enemy is someone Dante once trusted - the stakes explode. Now Isla must choose between walking away safely, or standing beside the dangerous man who has claimed both her heart and her fate.
Because she's no longer just his prisoner. She's his partner. And some bonds are forged in fire, loyalty... and love.
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8.5
Yiso Kenoly, has lived a life of luxury from her teenage years after her dad's food business finally made the news headlines.
After her studies in the United States , she took over her father's business as the new president but her world took a different look when her father, insisted that she got married and retained the family business, not knowing what to do she opted to use a dating app to get a potential husband.
Her husband, Marshall Emerald from the dating app, pretends to be of the upper class just to gain access into Yiso's life. He plans with her best friend, Karen to betray Yiso and kill her then take over Jang Food company and marry themselves.
They succeed with their plan of killing Yiso but Yiso, is re-birthed by her late mother who gave her a second chance to come back to the world and seek revenge .
Will Yiso succeed with getting her revenge ?
7.5
It took seven years for Ethan to convince me I was the center of his universe, and exactly seven weeks for his "business partner," Chloe, to prove I was just a placeholder.
I was the woman who ironed his shirts and managed his schedule, yet she was the one he comforted at 2 AM.
But the real end didn't come with a fight. It came with an explosion.
At a family gathering, a gas heater malfunctioned. Glass shattered, and fire erupted. In that split second of life or death, Ethan didn't look for me.
He threw his body over Chloe.
He shielded her from the flames, cocooning her in his arms, whispering frantically to her while I stood twenty feet away, watching my boyfriend of seven years act like I didn't exist.
When I confronted him later, he didn't apologize. Instead, he let Chloe carve her initials over ours on our anniversary tree.
When I tried to stop them, he shoved me into the dirt to comfort her over a broken nail.
"You are dead to me, Ava," he screamed. "Jealousy makes you ugly."
He thought I would beg. He thought I was an appliance he could unplug and plug back in whenever he wanted. He was arrogant enough to believe I would always be there, waiting for his scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was playing hero to his mistress, I didn't cry.
I booked a one-way ticket to Portland, snapped my SIM card in half, and vanished.
By the time he realized the silence in his apartment wasn't peace, but abandonment, I was already gone.