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 3
Celeste
"A... Alpha..."
I was speechless, and try as I might, I couldn't form a complete sentence. I could only call out to Alpha Holmes, hoping this was one big joke. Tell me this: if whatever was happening here wasn't a joke, why would Tabitha stand beside him, and he would refer to me as his favorite daughter?
It was an open secret in the Moon Howler Pack that I wasn't considered part of the Alpha's household. My room was far away from theirs, and it could as well be described as an upgraded storage room. I didn't even have the right to sit at the same table with them, much less have decent clothes to wear. How could this be the treatment of the Alpha's favorite daughter? Even omegas in the pack had it easier than me.
My knees were weak and wobbly, and my ears began buzzing. I couldn't hear anything else but the chaotic beating of my heart.
How could it end like this? How could Alpha Holmes sacrifice me like a mere cow?
It was okay when they tortured me just for the fun of it. I had no qualms about being treated like his dog, an eyesore he couldn't rid himself of, and lying down for Tabitha to step on me like a rug didn't even hurt this much.
This time was different. He wanted to throw me to the ruthless alpha who had always been out for his blood. Alpha Holmes murdered his people, for crying out loud. What peace could I possibly bring after this blatant provocation?
"Celeste, dear, I am so sorry this had to happen. I wish I could take your place, but Father had to be sincere in the offering to the Iron Fang Pack. You are his favorite, after all." The show wouldn't be complete without my dear sister's performance.
I felt the air in my lungs being sucked out of my body, and that was when I came back to my senses. The pain made me understand that I wasn't dreaming, even though I wished I were.
I found myself in Tabitha's tight embrace as tears trickled down my cheeks unhindered. She wasn't a wolfless weakling like me; hence, I could never match her strength.
At the moment, I felt that if I didn't stop her, my bones could be crushed. It hurt too much.
"I... I... I can't breathe." I forced out those words, drawing the attention of all the people in the room. My life depended on it, and I didn't care if I made Alpha Holmes lose face by screaming like that. His favorite daughter might have sucked it in, but when had Tabitha ever experienced such pain before?
"I... I'm sorry, sis. I got carried away." She feigned oblivion, making it seem she was just too hesitant to let me go. Tabitha then took my hands while I stood there weakly, my already weak knees wobbly.
I knew what she wanted to do, so, before she could squeeze my hands in punishment, I stepped away from her as if I'd be scalded if I stayed any closer.
"Tabitha, escort your sister to pack her necessities. It's a long journey to the Iron Fang Pack." Alpha Holmes commented casually, yet my blood boiled at his dismissive attitude.
How could he speak as if I were just going for a walk in the park? This was most definitely a journey of no return. It was as if he didn't know the dangers that awaited me in the Iron Fang Pack.
Tsk! Who cares if he knew? Alpha Holmes wouldn't give a damn if I were shredded to pieces on my arrival.
No. I have been a coward all my life, and I wouldn't accept this anymore. There was no way in hell I would willingly walk into the devil's territory. Before anyone could tell what was happening, I quickened my pace, distancing myself further from Tabitha.
Tabitha and her mother were not just going to watch me slip through their hands without doing anything. Hence, I picked up the pace and ran out of the council building. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me until I reached my secret hiding place in the training ground.
If I could wait till the soldiers left, there was a secret passage here that led to the woods. I would run away from this pack and never come back. Running was my only chance of survival, and I wasn't ready to let it go. I was willing to stake everything on this tiny bit of hope.
It was already frightening that Alpha Horres was widely known to be a beast among beasts, and the people who wronged him and lived to tell the story could be counted on one hand-my father being one of the lucky bastards.
However, this time around, I was the daughter of his nemesis, who caused the death of so many warriors from his pack-that too, unprovoked. What sort of welcome would I expect from such a person?
I didn't know how long I waited, but it was quite a while. Maybe about an hour or two. I didn't really take count. However, the sound of numerous footsteps running helter-skelter didn't escape my ears. They only reduced over time.
"Luna, I don't think she's here. We searched the whole training ground, but there's no sign of her." I picked up a frantic voice belonging to one of the guards.
Of course, they couldn't find me. I discovered this hidden room and always kept it a secret from everyone. They should be leaving this place soon, seeing that they couldn't spot me anywhere. Or so I thought, until I heard the smug voice of my stepmother.
"Celeste Holmes, I know you are here. If you don't show yourself in the next ten breaths, the blood of this wench will be on your hands."
Oh no!
I couldn't tell what they did to the hostage, but the person whimpered in agony, causing my heart to be pierced by a thousand invisible blades.
"I won't force you to come out, but I guess both of you can just die together then." My stepmother knew very well what my bottom line was.
Nanny Zelda...
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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.