A Deadly Pregnant Contract With The Ruthless Alpha
She only wanted to save her brother.
He only wanted an heir to secure his empire.
A contract bound us.
A heartbeat changed us.
I thought the ruthless Alpha was the devil in a tailored suit.
Instead, he became the man fate chained me to... the one my body recognises before my heart will ever dare.
But power demands sacrifice, and love was never part of our deal.
He promised protection, not affection.
I offered my womb, not my soul.
Now I carry his child...
And the secret of who I really am could destroy us both.
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Chapter 2
Ryker's POV
Immediately Lucy stormed out of the room, something shifted in me. I couldn't explain my wolf smell luring me to her, but I tried to compose myself and suppressed the feeling. I hadn't planned on interfering with Vick's business; I was just there to observe because Vick had been bragging about the new girl who danced like sin and burned like fire, and out of sheer boredom, I joined him. But the second I looked at her, I knew she was different from the other strippers.
And t..that spark in her eyes when she picked the bottle and smashed it over Vick's skull... that wasn't fear... that was fury. My wolf sneer and fury? Is my favorite thing to tame.
I left the room before things could escalate. I didn't want to be dragged into Vick's drama, not when I had more significant problems on my plate... like the Council breathing down my neck about the Syndicate's bloodline program. They wanted results; my heirs, of course, my offspring. The whole damn package just to be seen worthy of the fu..king inheritance.
I quickly took the elevator, but even as I left Club Kill and stepped into the rain, I couldn't get her face out of my head. That pain in her eyes... that desperation... she was on the edge of something dangerous or scary. My wolf was restless, trying to take full control, but I continued to suppress it.
I left my luxury car in the pack lodge and took a short corner toward the lonely road where I could peacefully smoke without anyone watching me or taking numerous pictures. Just immediately after I turned toward the alley by the warehouse, I heard it-a scream and a shadow moving fast. I followed the sound-quietly and calculatively. Years of training to fit in with the most powerful and ruthless Alpha had taught me how to kill a man in silence.
But I didn't think I needed to, smelling the presence of a powerless gang. When I reached them, I waited for a second and watched from the shadows, a cigarette burning slowly between my fingers as the two lowlifes surrounded Lucy. My instincts flared when one of them yanked her hoodie down and shoved her against the wall.
I didn't move at first, my wolf furious within. I tried to remain calm, but then I saw the terror in her eyes-real, raw, paralyzing fear-the kind that made your soul scream even if your mouth stayed shut.
"Get off me," she screamed. She kept dragging with the bastards who were already on her and the other one who had his pants halfway down, waiting for his turn.
I tossed the cigarette to the ground and stepped forward. I didn't hesitate anymore.
"Get your filthy hands off her. You bastards"
My voice didn't need to be loud. It cut through the rain like a bullet.
Both men froze, one mid-motion, the other shaking as he released his tight grip on her wrist. They turned their heads slowly toward me, and when they recognized who was speaking, the blood drained from their faces.
"Alpha Ryker-"
"Did I stammered?" I growled.
The taller one tried to back away. "We didn't know-Vick told us-"
I was on them before they could finish. I moved like a shadow, fast and lethal. My claws ripped through the first guy's back, blood spraying like mist. One punch to the jaw cracked bone. The other screamed and turned to run, but I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the brick wall.
"You think you can touch any girl you see around?"
He choked for air, his eyes bulging. "We didn't know she was yours-please!" Let us go; we won't dare it again...
I released my grip, and he crumpled to the wet ground, trying to escape.
"Listen...you bastard" any word to Vick that I was here...you're dead...he nodded and disappeared into the dark corner of the warehouse.
She bowed to her knees, holding the remnants of her torn clothes to her chest. Lucy's eyes were glued to mine, widely opened, and she looked afraid. She was shaking frightfully.
Just then, I grabbed my coat and flung it over her, wrapping it closely around her quivering body. "You're safe," I said, trying to steady my voice. "It's all over now."
"Are you hurt?" My voice came out lower now. I was controlling but calm, though every part of me was boiling inside.
She didn't speak. But shook her head, hugging the coat tight around herself frightfully.
I bent to help her up, but she pulled back.
"Don't touch me," she said, her voice trembling and her hands shaking.
"I just saved your damn life." y..you..
"I didn't ask you to!" she snapped, sobbing. She buried her face in her hands. "Why is this happening to me?" Then she looked up at me, eyes wide with disbelief. "Why?" she whispered. "Why would you help me?"
"You may not recognize me," I said, pulling her up gently into my arms. "But I remember you."
Her brows furrowed, confusion flooding her battered expression. She passed out in my arms before she could ask what I meant.
I stared into her pretty, innocent face. Watching her close, bulging eyes was so calm and trusting. But I was surprised she didn't feel my presence that night; that meant she didn't know the truth yet. Since she didn't remember the night I watched her dance barefoot on a rooftop in the rain years ago, humming a lullaby to her little brother, that memory had haunted me longer than I cared to admit.
I never forgot her, nor did I forget her face. Yes, I returned to that rooftop day after day in search of her but couldn't find anyone in the house.
Rumors had it that the house occupant traveled with the entire family. Since I didn't get her name, it was difficult to look for her, not until she stepped into that room. I tried to control my wolf and pretend like I didn't recognize her just not to get into Vick's business. I knew I was going to come back to Club Kill to get details about her, but now... she was in my hands, and I was going to make her mine.
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She was pregnant.
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His fated mate had returned.
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Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
8.1
Racheal Angelo never wanted a new life, a new house, or a new family. She just wanted the life she was used to, but when her mother marries the cold, manipulative, powerful attorney Simon Adams to escape financial ruin, Racheal is forced into a mansion she wants no part of.
What she didn't expect was the nightmare waiting at the top of the stairs- Thane Adams, her new stepbrother. The same sinfully irresistible stranger she had a reckless, heartbreak-fueled hookup with the night she caught her boyfriend, Raymond cheating.
What begins as tension and denial soon becomes a desire neither of them can control. But in a house full of secrets, lies, hidden agendas, and a father who will ruin anyone who threatens his legacy and reputation... falling for each other isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. A love born in the dark may cost them everything, even their family, their future, and each other.
7.6
Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes!
"Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?"
Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles.
Fuck!
His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin.
A violent tremor shot through my whole body.
A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian."
I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came.
Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch.
I cursed myself in my mind.
He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist.
My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad.
"This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me."
Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth.
Oh God.
His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch.
And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey.
He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force.
That rhythm.
Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth.
"Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?"
He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts.
"Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?"
My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him.
A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat.
"Good. so good."
My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason.
I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart.
He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came.
He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts.
He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention.
His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey.
Fuck!
My hips jerked upward without control.
My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole.
"I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian."
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I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car.
With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me.
That night, I nearly lost my life.
Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate.
But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him.
I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate.
But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises.
Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-
8.5
Tyla thought Miami was her fresh start. She didn't expect to become the obsession of the city's most dangerous "Golden Boy," Daniel Thorne. He's untouchable, wealthy beyond measure, and used to getting what he wants. And right now? He wants Tyla-body, soul, and everything in between.
But the heat in Miami isn't just from the sun. While Daniel's magnetic pull draws Tyla into a world of high-stakes parties and whispered promises, a blade is being sharpened in the shadows. Summer, the "best friend" who has lived in Tyla's shadow for years, has finally reached her breaking point.
Summer doesn't just want Daniel; she wants Tyla's life. And she's willing to burn both of them to the ground to get it.
7.8
A visceral, survival-focused expedition. The title itself is a location-a treacherous, living mountain range-promising a battle against a brutal, awe-inspiring natural world
8.1
Erich died in a freezing cabin, abandoned by the powerful Hollywood actor who had kept him as an abused, captive pet.
But instead of finding peace, his eyes snapped open in a rundown bedroom. He had been reborn into the body of a suicidal stranger.
The original owner, who shared his exact name, had swallowed a bottle of pills after being framed for plagiarism and destroyed by cyberbullying.
Now, his new family was drowning in medical debt and facing foreclosure.
Meanwhile, Erich was still paralyzed by the severe PTSD of his past life, suffocating at the mere memory of his ex's footsteps.
Desperate to shed his trauma, he went to a barbershop to cut off the greasy hair hiding his new face.
But when the barber removed the cape, a wave of pure, unadulterated terror crashed over Erich.
Staring back in the mirror was his exact original face, complete with his signature teardrop mole.
He knew if his psychopathic ex saw this face, the man would tear the world apart to drag him back to his personal hell in Malibu.
But Erich refused to be a victim again. He grabbed a flyer for a prestigious art competition and looked at his stunned new sister.
"I'm going to New York."
This time, he wouldn't hide. He was going to use his art to save this broken family and declare war on everyone who had ruined them.