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 7
Horres
I didn't doubt Oxley's ability to deliver in the slightest, but I only felt curious about what he planned to do. Deep down, I wish I could just squeeze her neck so tightly and watch her face turn blue as she struggled for her last breath. However, that would just be too easy for the daughter of a murderer.
I would so make her suffer for every life her father took from the Iron Fang Pack. She may be wolfless trash, but she would pay her dues to this pack.
My feet took me to the one place I knew Oxley would take my whore. After we spoke two days ago, he carried out a seamless attack on all the spies from the Moon Howler Pack.
Afterward, he went to clear out that shed. I could tell without a doubt that it was the accommodation he prepared for the daughter of Alpha Holmes.
As for me, I didn't give a damn about where they placed her. She could even be housed in a stable, yet I wouldn't give a damn. After all, she wasn't here to enjoy the pack. She was a prisoner whose only duty was to pay with her blood.
She was nothing compared to all the fine men I lost in her father's territory, yet Alpha Holmes decided to slap my face with a wolfless trash. He may scorn this child of his for being wolfless, but she still carried his blood, after all.
Making sure he was kept up to date with the fate of his daughter would be my first step in torturing that evil beast. He didn't really think I was stupid enough to make his wolfless trash Luna of the Iron fang Pack, did he?
Celeste Holmes couldn't even compare to a strand of hair on Gamma Lorna's head, yet she was disillusioned into believing she could be my luna. Tsk! This spy mission really failed before it even began.
I guess I arrived at the right time, when my whore started begging to see me again. However, Oxley wouldn't indulge her. How he taunted and scared her shitless with the whip was amusing. He even allowed her to beat his steps by taking two steps back whenever he put a foot forward. Well, I already had enough of the drama. Did she think they were playing hide-and-seek or what?
"What the heck are you doing to her?"
I swore I was about to tell Oxley to start the punishment at once. How the heck did someone else beat me to it? Wait! That shouldn't be the problem.
The crux of the matter was that the toad claiming to be a knight in shining armor was one of the tributes sent by Alpha Holmes. A warrior, huh? One of the warriors from the Moon Howler Pack felt he could order my beta around because of his princess. Tsk!
"Aaaahhhh!!!"
Exactly! That was the only sound deserving of an ant from the Moon Howler Pack. He began writhing in pain as soon as my whip landed on his body. Well, he didn't see that coming, and none of them even expected me to appear at this place right now. The element of surprise added enough agony to the whiplash. Tsk!
"Alpha,"
"Alpha,"
"Alpha,"
My men went on their knees, but the toad still stood there defiantly. It was only when his dearest princess went on her knees, exchanging a terrified glance at him, that he followed suit. Was he by any chance challenging my authority?
Hmmph! Interesting.
Hold on... Why did this suddenly look so much like a lovers' interaction? For some reason, my blood boiled at the possibility of this warrior having his eyes set on my breeder. I wouldn't hold back if I had to gouge out those treacherous eyes of his.
Well, I had no plans of laying a finger on this wolfless trash, but she was still mine, after all. How could she have eyes for another man? That too, in my presence?
"I hope I'm not too late to the lovers' reunion." As soon as my words fell, she lifted her head and locked eyes with me, albeit briefly. However, I was able to tell the panic in her gaze. The horror she tried to hide couldn't escape my gaze. If that wasn't an admission of guilt, then what was it?
She wasn't only wolfless, but also... How best could I put this... Never mind.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" I barked out these words without even thinking twice, my alpha aura spreading out uncontrollably. How dare she disregard me this way?
"Please, Alpha, it's... It's not what you think. There's nothing between Slater and me. I swear by the moon goddess." Did she take me for a fool, or what? Tsk!
"Alpha, please, it's not what you think." Even though she was shivering on the ground, she still dared to defend her lover in my presence. How lovely!
"Fifteen lashes for today and the next two days. As for the remaining five, handle it however you want." I spoke to Oxley as the two guards quickly dragged my whore and placed her on a wooden stand in front of the shed.
Oxley really planned everything.
"Alpha, I think twenty lashes for a start would be great." Beta Oxley enjoyed this so much that I could tell he wasn't going to take it easy on her. Well, I wouldn't allow that. We lost some fine warriors because of them, after all. Every pack member was upset about that.
"You..." I gestured toward her warrior and commanded, "Twenty lashes for deceiving the Alpha. Go soft on my whore, and I'll show you how to do it better."
Oxley quickly threw the whip his way, and he had no choice but to catch it. Nothing made me more pleased than the trembling young man who had to whip his lover just so he could save their heads.
Under our watchful gazes, he threw out the whip, only for Oxley to curse out loud, "Son of a bitch!"
What the heck!
None of us saw this coming.
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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.