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 5
Horres
"Greetings, Alpha, I.... I..." Alpha Horres took me for a fool, huh? So his favorite daughter just happened to be the wolfless trash who didn't even qualify to be called a Holmes.
Hmmmph! What a joke! Did he think the Iron Fang Pack was a dumpsite? He really went out of his way with this peace offering.
She was only on a journey for two days, yet she couldn't even walk properly. How could she be anybody's Luna?
"Alpha," My first beta walked into the room, his presence reminding me of all the warriors who died under his watch.
Why didn't Kylie die as well? He didn't even sustain the slightest injury. It was as if he hid somewhere as the fight was going on. How else could he have escaped unscathed?
Even Gamma Lorna didn't survive the 'rogue attack.' She was one of my finest warriors, yet she succumbed so easily. Yet...
Calm down, Horres. This was just a ploy by that bastard, Holmes. He wanted to plant a seed of doubt, and you couldn't possibly allow him to have his way, right? Yet still...
Fuck me! I couldn't even have a proper sleep in the last three days. Thinking about the whole ordeal had drained me so much.
Alpha Holmes... Rest assured, I would surely give you a slow and painful death. For now, I couldn't thank you enough for sending a toy my way.
"Your father killed seven warriors and offered you for peace. What could wolfless trash like you offer the Iron Fang Pack?" I could feel her raw fear and horror as she knelt there weakly. She was right to be terrified of me. After all, she didn't have a clear conscience to begin with.
"Tell me, Celeste, do you think you really qualify to be a spy in my pack? Couldn't your father even send someone worthy?"
She raised her head abruptly, a petrified look marring her face. Did she think I was oblivious?
"Alpha, Celeste truly isn't the alpha's favorite. However, she volunteered to be the peace offering. She mentioned that she had her ways to make your pain go away. Alpha Holmes just couldn't refuse her sincerity. She is also his beloved daughter, after all..."
I couldn't believe a mere servant dared to speak in front of me. One thing I picked up from this was that she had no regard for my peace offering.
One look was all it took for Oxley to sever that annoying head from her neck.
I wasn't surprised to see my peace offering shivering like a leaf at the sight of the body.
"Alpha, please, have mercy. I swear by the moon goddess... I am not a spy." I guess she believed her own lie, because I didn't feel her pulse quicken when she said this. How interesting! She must have undergone special training to be able to keep her facade this calmly.
Alpha Holmes gifted me a spy Luna, huh? Interesting.
"Pass my orders. The daughter of Alpha Holmes would be my breeder from henceforth. If she doesn't bear an heir in a year, she will be punished according to the customs of the Moon Howler Pack. After all, we wouldn't want to judge her with rules that are unfamiliar to her."
My two betas stared at me as if I had developed a new head.
Well, as for the peace offering, she looked like I had just passed down her death sentence. She didn't have the slightest wish of living in peace here, did she?
"Tell me, breeder, what is the penalty for failing to fulfill a breeder's duties?" I wanted her to say the words herself. She would be more familiar with the rules than me. It's from her pack, after all.
"The alpha's breeder is a branded slave who must warm his bed to his satisfaction. She is not allowed to waste the seeds of the alpha by consuming any concoctions that stop pregnancy. In a given time, the breeder must provide pups for the alpha. Failure to do so..." I felt her tremble at this point, and I could tell my wait was worth it. All that explanation meant nothing to me. I only wanted her to get to this part.
"The breeder must serve all the warriors who protect the alpha as a way of lessening his burdens." Good.
"In other words, the breeder becomes the pack's whore after failing to provide an heir, right?" She bobbed her head up and down, grabbing the message. The daughter of Alpha Holmes, servicing my warriors and every other person I offer her to, huh? First, I have one year to make her wish she had never been born.
"According to the customs of your pack, the breeder is a slave who must also serve the Luna, and she could never become Luna, even if she were the last she-wolf in the pack."
"Y... Yes, Alpha." Her voice trembled at my words. She didn't match up to the pinkie of Gamma Lorna, but she would spend her days atoning for her father's sins, wishing for nothing but death.
"Come here. I need to take a closer look at those treacherous eyes of yours." She got up onto her feet and wobbled her way toward me.
When she was about two feet from me, my breeder went on her knees once again.
I raised my hands and grabbed her hair, and surprisingly, it felt silky and particularly smooth to the touch.
So he sent a temptress, huh? She looked exactly like the vixen she was meant to be. However, I also felt her body burning up.
Being doused with cold water so early in the morning did the magic. My pitiful little breeder. Tsk!
I threw her head back, forcing her to fall butt-down. I didn't like the sense of familiarity she evoked in me. I could swear I never met her before this, yet...
"You stink. Next time you appear before me, make sure you look like a she-wolf worthy to breed my pups."
I could always punish her for failing to meet the standards of my breeder, after all.
"Oxley," I called out to my second beta.
"Alpha," Came his response.
"My whore has tainted my eyes." Understanding that I wanted her punished, Oxley dragged her out of the room. I realized he was still careful enough not to leave a single bruise on her skin.
As for Celeste, she didn't even resist in the slightest.
"Kylie, go and rest. I would summon you after seven days."
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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.