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 6
Celeste
No! No! No! No!
I know he has hated my father for ages. Alpha Horres wouldn't think twice about killing my Alpha Holmes. Meanwhile, he just lost seven warriors so unjustly.
My days in the Iron Fang Pack weren't supposed to be all rosy, but as the Luna, I would still have been able to achieve my goals. However, Alpha Horres' words truly confused me. He told Alpha Holmes that I would be his Luna. He agreed to that offer. How then did I become his breeder? Why would he even decide to treat me according to the customs of the Moon Howler Pack? I'm confused here.
I just rattled everything about how the Moon Howler Pack treated their breeders, but nothing else registered in my brain. How could I accept this fate?
Could it be that he requested me to draw nearer so he would take a closer look and reconsider? I know this thought was highly unlikely, but I would give anything for him to rescind this order for me to be his breeder.
I was scared shitless when his hand drew close to my head. I feared he might even choke me to death. No. He would have claimed my head earlier if he wanted to.
Moreover, I haven't taken a bath since I arrived in this place. Wouldn't he...
"You stink. Next time you appear before me, make sure you look like a she-wolf worthy to breed my pups."
This was no fault of mine. I haven't come in contact with bathing water since I arrived here. I didn't even get the chance to bathe on the journey. Why did he have to make it seem like I was some filthy rag?
Oh, moon goddess, please save me.
My whole body trembled at the thought of what else they were about to do to me. I haven't had a morsel of food since the journey began. I just couldn't stomach anything, and I hoped for a warm bath and some hot meal on arrival.
Yet...
Before I recovered from my reverie, we were in front of a shabby, standalone shed somewhere in the pack.
"You dared to lie to the alpha, huh? It wasn't enough that your father slaughtered my brothers in your land. The sucker Holmes had to send his wolfless trash to dampen my Alpha's mood. Did your father think you had the power to make my Alpha pissed to the point of having a heart attack?"
The hateful look in the beta's eyes wasn't news to me. Everyone in this pack hated Alpha Holmes to the bone. Talk less of a ranked member who lost his fellow warriors.
"Please, I need to see the Alpha. I didn't plan any of this. I really had no hand in this. Please, just give me one chance. I can explain everything to the Alpha."
I knew this was a huge gamble, but I had no plans of suffering for my father's sins. If only the alpha would listen to me. I'd explain everything and...
"Such a dreamer we got here, huh? Your father already told you this pack was yours, right? Wait, did he tell you to kill the Alpha? Could that be your mission here?"
What the heck! How could I have plotted anything with that crazy man? If he were an ally of mine, what would I need an enemy for?
I could only shake my head at the beta's words. Nothing I said could make sense to him right now. My only chance would be to speak to the alpha.
"You know, you could save yourself if you spoke now. Tell me, what's the plan?" Would he even believe me if I told him there was no plan?
"Get the whip." I heard the beta's voice and suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. It reminded me of how Tabitha and her mother usually whipped me just for the fun of it. Sometimes, Alpha Holmes witnessed everything, and the family of three took my screams and whimpers as some sort of entertainment.
"You know what this is, right?"
Two soldiers joined, and I watched the beta flex the whip in the air, making it hit the ground harshly. He planned to scare me, and I swear he already succeeded.
"Please, don't do this. I didn't visit the alpha in this state by choice. Please..."
"Oh, complaining of our hospitality now, are you?" Goddess, please help me.
"The crime for lying to the alpha is losing your head." Huh? The beta's words caused my blood to run cold. I even felt a tingling sensation on my neck. The earlier sight of the maid losing her head quickly replayed in my head and I lost hold of my body. I trembled all over, looking like a really scared mouse.
Well, it's not like I felt sorry for the dead maid. She was Luna Fiona's lapdog, after all. She nearly cost me my life, and I was no saint to pity such a person. However, I feared for my life even more. Killing someone over such a trivial issue... Alpha Thorne must really be as ruthless as the rumors said he was.
"However, the Alpha wouldn't allow you to die so easily. For today, your punishment will be fifty lashes of this whip."
What!
"F... Fifty lashes?" I stared at the beta with trembling lips. My teeth chattered at the thought of the incoming pain, but I despaired in the reality of how helpless I was in this place.
"Oh, and you must count after each stroke lands on your back. You wouldn't want me to start counting from the beginning because I lost count, would you?"
I shook my head vigorously, protesting against whatever torture this beta had in store for me.
I wasn't a shifter, so I wouldn't heal from those wounds anytime soon. I would be naive to even think they would allow me to heal quietly after the torture.
What was I even thinking? How could I survive fifty lashes from such a whip?
He flexed the whip once again, taking some calculated steps toward me. I knew the beta was intentionally taunting me, but I didn't care about taking two steps back after every single footstep of his.
I was weak, but I kept moving backwards, hoping I could somehow escape this nightmare. Before I could regain my footing, I tripped on a stone, falling butt-down.
"Aahh!" A loud hiss escaped my lips as I hurt my hand badly. In a different setting I might have been bothered by how ungraceful I looked right now, but who cared about grace at this moment?
"What the heck are you doing to her?"
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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.