After My Husband's Affair, I Met My True Love Alpha

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." -- 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-

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Chapter 8

Seraphina's POV

The next morning, I wasn't woken by sunlight, but by the sharp buzz of my phone dragging me straight out of sleep.

I forced myself to sit up.

This mansion-Marcus's mansion-felt more like a tomb: huge, cold, empty. And I was the ghost stuck inside.

Victoria's name flashed across the screen-my best friend in the pack and also a divorce attorney dealing with more broken bonds than she'd care to count.

She once warned me to never let my guard down around Marcus. I laughed it off back then, chalking it up to her seeing too many ugly endings in her line of work. She once vowed she'd never bond with anyone.

"Seraphina! You still breathing over there? I swear, Marcus probably wanted to bite your head off last night," Victoria's worried voice came at me through the phone.

I let out a dry chuckle, massaging my aching temples. "Sadly, yes. I'm still here. He didn't even bother coming home."

"What a freaking jerk," she huffed. Her tone leveled, turning serious fast. "Sera, you've got to leave him. He's parading around publicly with Maria like it's no big deal. He wants you humiliated. Just look at this."

The call ended, and a screenshot popped up right after.

Maria's social media feed. Newest post? Just thirty minutes old.

The pic showed the inside of Marcus's private jet, morning light spilling in through the window like some perfect dream.

She'd kept herself out of frame-only their intertwined fingers were in it.

Caption read: [New journey, new beginning.]

My stomach rolled. So this "urgent business trip" of his was really just a midnight getaway with his mistress.

The bond between us-our soul link-wrenched again. Pain radiated from the mark on the back of my neck, spreading down every nerve like a slow burn.

Another message from Victoria popped up: [Moonshade Bar. Now. Put on your sluttiest heels and your fuck-you dress. We're hunting for a man with a dick worth remembering-and you're getting blackout drunk.]

As I was changing clothes, I once again saw Sebastian's business card.

I immediately fished it back out of the trash.

Maybe. I might need it?

Moonshade Bar-Crescent Pack's most upscale, glitter-and-gold kind of place.

When I arrived, Victoria had already cracked open a bottle of whiskey. The amber liquid danced in crystal glasses under the lights.

She looked smoking hot in a backless red mini dress, like living fire. I stood out in the worst way, still stuck in a gloomy black number.

"Look at you, babe," she said, pushing a glass toward me with an exaggerated frown. "You look like you just walked out of your own funeral."

"Maybe I did," I muttered, taking a sip. The burn in my throat matched the ache in my chest. "I'm burying my stupid past one shot at a time."

"I seriously still can't wrap my head around it," Victoria said, swirling her drink, eyes sharp.

"Back in college, I remember Marcus doing everything to win you over. An Alpha-future heir to the pack, camping outside your dorm for three hours just to hand you some random wildflowers you liked. And those weren't even expensive! In our world, that kind of stuff doesn't happen. We all thought you were Moon Goddess-kissed or something."

"Yeah," I gave a bitter smile, "so when he betrayed me, it felt like a total joke. Maybe that's just how things work-Alphas are wired to possess and dominate. Once he completely had me, I was nothing more than some random pebble on the road to him."

"Bullshit!" Victoria slammed her glass on the table with a dull thud, drawing a few curious glances around us. "The Moon Goddess gave us the mate bond to keep werewolves strong. I'd bet anything that Marcus's pack is gonna fall apart after this-he's gonna pay for turning his back on her."

She leaned closer, voice low, eyes gleaming dangerously. "But hey, that mark on your neck? Nearly gone. I bet after a couple more nights with Maria, your bond with Marcus is done for. You should sleep with Sebastian. I swear, the second that news gets out, Marcus will jump off whatever woman he's with and come running back like a madman. Let him feel what it's like to have your soul ripped apart when a mate bond gets ruined."

My heart clenched. That offer-it was like poison-wrapped candy. Irresistibly tempting. I pictured those ridiculously broad shoulders of Sebastian, imagined him grabbing me and pinning me beneath him-

And then I shook it off.

"No, Victoria." My voice was raspy. "I can't."

"Why not?!"

"Because of my parents," I muttered, eyes closing as their gentle, aging faces popped into my mind.

"They always told me the mate bond is a blessing from the Moon Goddess. No matter what happens, you don't taint that. I don't even know what really happens when a mate breaks the bond... maybe nothing, but I can't- I just can't bear the thought of that look in their eyes. The disappointment. The hurt."

That would break me more than anything else.

Victoria went quiet, then pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Seraphina. I was being reckless."

"It's alright." I patted her back gently.

"So... what are you gonna do?" she asked as she let go, worry etched in her face. "Once you're unbound, where will you go? Come stay with my pack."

Her offer warmed me, but I shook my head. "I can't drag you guys into this, Victoria. Marcus won't let anyone who helps me off easily."

The only person who could stand toe-to-toe with him, maybe even scare him a little... Sebastian's sharp, cold face flashed through my head.

I shoved that thought away immediately. No. That man's on a whole different level of danger.

"I just need to hold on for twenty-four more days," I stared into my drink, almost like saying it made it more real. "Twenty-four days, and I'll be free. I'll take my parents and leave... go somewhere nobody knows who we are."

"You got it! To freedom!" Victoria grinned, lifting her glass again, eyes shining bright.

"To freedom," I echoed, clinking my glass against hers.

That's when the disgusting, testosterone-filled laughter from a nearby booth cut through the moment like a knife.

"Yo, did you see Seraphina last night? Fuck me, she looked like she was begging to get railed right there on the dance floor."

A sleazy voice chuckled. "No wonder Sebastian took her for a spin. If I were him, I wouldn't stop at dancing-I'd bend her over and make her scream my name."

Another guy snorted. "Forget that. You see that ass? Round as fuck, bouncing with every step. I'd pay good money just to grab it-bet it feels like sin in your hands."

Clang!

Victoria shot to her feet, fingers clenched around her glass so tightly it creaked. "Freaking scumbags."

I held her back quickly.

"Don't," I said, shaking my head slightly. Then I smiled-cold and sharp, with zero warmth. "Let me."

I smoothed my dress, grabbed my drink, and started walking toward their booth one step at a time.

They noticed me immediately. Laughter stopped, dead silence.

All of them hung around Marcus, and the one who'd just made that comment? David, heir to the Alpha of a nearby pack. His face went pale the second he saw me.

Can't blame him-publicly drooling over an Alpha's mate, especially Marcus's? Might as well dig his own grave.

I didn't even glance at the others. My eyes locked straight on David as I stepped right up to him.

"I heard you've got a thing for my ass?" I asked, my voice quiet but sharp, every word slicing through the booth like a blade.

David's face flushed deep red. "Seraphina-no, Luna-I swear, it was just a joke..."

"A joke?" I tilted my head, smiling wider. "Well, I took it seriously. Since you're such a fan of my ass, how about buying me a drink?"

He looked dazed, caught completely off guard. One of his buddies nudged him, and he snapped out of it. "O-of course! What would you like?"

I scanned the menu briefly, then pointed to the top-tier item with the insane price tag. "This one."

The server brought over a bottle of rare, ridiculously expensive whiskey in a sleek box.

David reluctantly swiped his card to pay, then made a show of pouring a glass for me.

I didn't take it.

Instead, I picked up the whole bottle, weighed it in my hand-then, right in front of everyone, I smiled and smashed it down on his head.

Crack-!

The heavy glass collided with bone, and the thud rang out across the whole bar.

Gold liquid and blood poured down David's stunned face like some twisted art piece.

For a split second, the bar went dead silent.

Then David cried out in pain, the sound raw and animalistic. His wolf instincts kicked in fast.

His eyes turned red, claws lengthening in a blink, sharp and glinting like knives.

"You psycho bitch!" he roared, swiping for my face with his claws.

But I was already moving-sidestepping just as his strike came down, spinning on my heel without missing a beat.

And then-I landed straight into a solid, warm chest.

Wall of muscle, unmoving, unshaken.

That scent-cedar and cold leather-flooded my senses, wiping out the stink of whiskey and blood in an instant.

I didn't need to look.

I knew who it was.

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For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room. Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her. At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister. When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death. Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop. Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed. "I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused." She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear. "My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened." As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.

Action Modern Romance

7.8

BLOODBOUND EMPEROR

7.8

Alec Draven, the ruthless Mafia Emperor of Valorian City, rules with fear and iron control-until he meets Mira, a mysterious woman who offers him a dangerous, secret, all-consuming arrangement. In a world of crime, magic, and forbidden desire, their private bond becomes the one thing powerful enough to destroy them both.

Action Mafia Mystery

7.8

Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

7.8

I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent—regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family’s shareholders. But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked. I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint. The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I’d crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment. I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever. The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom—Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration. "Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."

Action Modern Romance

7.2

Embers of the Veiled Realm

7.2

Aria was born with a fire in her soul a mysterious ember that hums with a power even she cannot control. Ordinary life was never meant for her, but when shadowed creatures rise from the Veiled Realm, kingdoms teeter on the edge of war, and an ancient prophecy stirs from the depths of forgotten magic, Aria discovers that her gift may be the only thing standing between life and annihilation. As she struggles to master her abilities, Aria is thrust into a world of ruthless warlords, cunning sorcerers, and dark beasts that hunt from the shadows. Every ally she meets could be a traitor, every enemy may hold a secret, and every choice she makes carries the weight of a realm cloaked in mystery and danger. Amid the chaos, a forbidden bond ignites with a warrior whose strength matches her own, a connection that could either become her greatest strength or her deadliest weakness. As love, betrayal, and destiny collide, Aria must confront the shadows of her past, embrace the power within her, and decide whether she will rise as the savior of the Veiled Realm or fall and let it burn. Embers will flare. Secrets will awaken. And one girl's courage will shape the fate of a hidden world forever.

Action Fantasy Mystery

7.5

Faking Love To Save The General

7.5

For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer. He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else. When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg. Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death. As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career. I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived. I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance. Then, I opened my eyes. I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self. Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power. I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage. "I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig." I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.

Action Fantasy Romance

8.4

From Jilted Bride To Ruthless Queen

8.4

On the ninety-ninth time I tried to marry the man I'd loved for twenty-five years, he stood me up at the altar. I went to the courthouse to marry a stranger out of spite, only to find out I was already married. My fiancé, Alexander, had forged the papers, wedding me to his driver to appease his mistress. But his betrayal was more than just a lie. He locked me in a hospital morgue, forced me to kneel before her, and stood by as she had me stabbed and thrown off a cliff. As I lay bleeding at the bottom of a ravine, I finally understood that our twenty-five years of love meant nothing. I was just an obstacle to be discarded. But as I was about to die, a helicopter descended from the sky. The man who came down was Case Dyer-my legal husband and Alexander's biggest rival. He saved my life, and I made a new vow. I would fake my death, return as a queen, and burn Alexander's world to the ground.

Action Modern Romance

After My Husband's Affair, I Met My True Love Alpha

Chapter 8

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