Alpha Breeder's Revenge
"I don't share my women, Adele. Breeder or not. Go on your knees." He instructed, his hands going to unbuckle his trousers.
My heart burned with hatred as I clutched the knife behind me. "Of course, Alpha Loic. I was wondering... If you were to choose between a quick death and a slow one, which would you choose?"
I smiled brightly. He was taken aback for a moment. Then his face twisted in anger. "Have you forgotten your place so soon, Omega? Go down on your fucking knees."
"Omega? Aww. Adele would be so hurt. Tonight, I'll pronounce your death. The Alpha of the Vanguard pack, killed by fire. Touchè." I snapped my hands, and fire sprang up from all corners, encircling the room, with us in it.
"Y-you are not Adele. Who are you?" His eyes widened.
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The Demon Queen, a name that struck terror in the minds of mortals and werewolves alike. Who'd have thought she'd meet her end during one of her adventures at a nightclub?
After being struck dead by the Alpha of her most hated race, Ophelie returns in the body of a wolf-less girl with only one mission in mind. To kill her murderer.
But sometimes, things never go as planned. When love is thrown in the mix, Ophelie finds herself and her previous plans swaying.
Refusing to kill Loic is to lose herself and her powers. What would she choose?
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Chapter 4
Ophelie's POV
Knuckles rapping at the door had my eyes open instantly as I peered at it, taking in glances while I tried to soak in my surroundings.
My hands fell by my side while I let my eyes roam the room, the events that had led me here racing in fast enough to get me racking a hand through my hair.
A sigh left my lips before I flung the bedsheet to the side before walking in strides toward the door where the same maid from last night stood.
"Yes?" I waited for her to speak, with my hands hanging on the door, watching as she fiddled with her hands a bit before uttering.
" We have orders from the alpha that you are to have breakfast with him. You are to prepare and be out in the next ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to help you with?"
" Loic," I called out, his name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. What I would do to have him out of my life at the moment.
" Alpha Loic. We are not allowed to call him by name, and that goes for everyone, as we can't afford his ire. The only one allowed to call him by name is..."
" Astrid." I had my back to her, stalking back into the room while I let her walk in. Yet another pest that I had to deal with, then Margot, Marlow, and Cayla.
I rolled my eyes, taking one last glance at the maid before sauntering into the bath, where I went through the daily rituals of taking my bath while admiring the body I now possess, one that happens to be a great beauty and wouldn't pale in contrast to mine.
" All done." I slipped my foot into the flip-flop when I came out to the gown, emerald green, placed on the bed.
" For you. These are the colors the alpha would like to see you in."
I scoffed. " See me in?"
" Yes."
" Well..." my lips curled into a smirk as I lumbered across the room, flicking open the wardrobe. My hands pulled out a red gown before handing it to my maid.
" I will put on this."
" But..." she hesitated.
" Thhh..." I sucked in my teeth, letting her know I wasn't about to be disputed. "It's that, or I won't be heading over for breakfast."
" But Alpha Loic had demanded to see you in this."
I plopped into the chair, my hands running on the face that had now come to be mine. " Then he can put it on instead if he so desires."
Left with no option, I watched her shoulders slump as she moved to dress me up, making sure the accessories matched with what I had on before we sauntered out, with her on my heels.
The foyer led to a massive door which had men standing guard before they pushed it open.
I sucked in a deep breath when I came face to face with him, taking note of how his hands had clung onto the knife he was holding at my sight.
" He is pissed." Clio muttered to me.
"Then let him be." I answered back before edging closer, closing the gap between us.
"Good morning, Alpha."
He leaned against his chair, his eyes running over what I had on, from the V-shape that showed my luscious boobs to the slit that hung above my lap, leaving much to his imagination.
" I am sure I gave a directive to your maid, Priscilla. One that you were to follow to the latter." He uttered, flicking his head to Priscilla.
" You didn't let her know of my desires?"
" I did, Alpha Loic."
" And?"
" She insisted she would be coming out in these instead."
" Stomping on my words." His hands ran on the napkin close to him while fixating his eyes on me.
If we weren't mortal enemies, I would have allowed myself the time to admire his physique, how much hold he would have had over me, and how he would have been a good choice only if he hadn't ended my life.
The chair creaked underneath his weight while he made his way to me. " You discarded them, not giving heed to my instructions. Do you know what you will be?"
" Alpha?" I answered.
" Do you know what you are and what you will be to me?" His voice raged as he stomped closer.
Astrid eyes dipped in on me while she smirked, one I wished I could wipe away from those lips of hers.
" Your breeder."
" My breeder..." he drawled while my eyes fell on the table, my eyes steadying on the knife that would be easy for me to get and stick in his throat if it was sharp enough.
" One for me to fuck. One, I should be able to give instructions and should listen. One to bear kids for me whenever I deem fit."
My eyes stared into his, refusing to back down because there would be no way he expected that of me.
" Now, tell me..." He was inches away from my face while I had my eyes on the knife, picturing how fast it was going to take for me to stick it in him. For me to end his life. How swiftly I had to walk and do the act.
" He is pissed." Clio repeated.
I had taken a step further when I felt his hands clasped around my wrist, stopping me from taking another before I felt the cold air hit me; the gown had come undone with a snap of his finger.
I stood, hands clenched, unable to say a thing as his hands wrapped around my boobs. "This, Adele, is all you are to me. A plaything, one who I expect to carry out my words to the letter, and since you didn't. She will suffer."
" She had nothing to do with this." I countered, trying to fight when he shook his head.
" The rule is simple. Abide by what I say, or your maid suffer. Guards, lash her over and over until she faints and is unable to take a step." he ordered.
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7.7
I was suffocating in a borrowed Valentino gown at the Met Gala, but it wasn't the corset that was killing me. It was the debt collector, Vargo, stalking me through the crowd like a wolf.
Desperate to hide, I ducked into a private lounge and threw myself at the silhouette of a man sitting in the shadows, pressing my lips to his in a frantic plea for cover. When I pulled back, the air turned to ice; I was staring into the ocean-blue eyes of Kingsley Osborn, the billionaire who believed I’d sold his company secrets six years ago.
Kingsley didn’t save me; he trapped me. The next morning, he slid a "Marriage Service Agreement" across his desk, revealing he knew everything about my father’s illegal Ponzi scheme and the quarter-million dollars I owed to loan sharks. He offered to pay my debts and protect my father, but only if I signed over two years of my life to be his trophy wife.
"I don't want your money, Cassidy. I want your life."
The marriage was a cold, calculated war. He forced me into his glass fortress, banned me from contacting my friends, and treated me with a distilled hatred that felt like a physical weight. When I accidentally broke his grandfather’s vintage watch during a nightmare, he didn't see an accident—he saw a crime, threatening to destroy my father if I didn't "charm" his board of directors into submission.
I was a prisoner in a three-piece suit, until I found a mislabeled file buried in his company’s server. It contained evidence of a massive, illegal hostile takeover that would ruin Kingsley if the Feds ever saw it.
I held the gun that could destroy the man who had cornered me. But as I looked at the champagne roses he’d secretly kept from my "peace offering," I realized I didn't want to pull the trigger. I wanted to see how far he’d go to keep me from leaving.
9.2
Druscilla Hayes thought heartbreak had a limit.
She was wrong.
On the night of her bachelorette party, she survives a shootout - and is rescued by a dangerously irresistible stranger with mismatched eyes and a criminal smile.
Ivanov Rodriguez is everything she shouldn't want.
Everything her perfect fiance is not.
But when Druscilla discovers her fiancé's betrayal, she runs straight into Ivanov's arms - only to learn too late that she was never more than a pawn in his revenge.
Years later, she's rebuilt her life, her heart, and her future.
Until fate drags her back into the orbit of the man who once ruined her.
This time, she has nothing left to lose.
Except the truth that could destroy them both
⚠️ WARNING:
This book contains immorality, forbidden desire, dangerous attraction, and morally questionable characters.
If you believe love should always be pure and choices should always be right...
This story is not for you.
Proceed only if you enjoy chaos, passion, and bad decisions.
9.5
"My father sold me to a sixty-year-old monster to clear his gambling debts. So, I made a desperate gamble of my own."
Seventeen-year-old Isabella Rossi has two choices: become the broken plaything of a sadistic mafia Capo, or do the unthinkable. She chooses the latter. Sneaking into a high-end speakeasy, she slips an aphrodisiac into the whiskey of the deadliest man in New York—Damien Falcone, the ruthless Underboss of the Falcone family.
Her plan was simple: steal his seed, secure his protection, and run.
But you don’t drug a predator and expect to walk away.
When Damien wakes up, he doesn’t kill her. Instead, he claims her.
"You intercepted a delivery meant for my enemy. Turns out, it was you. Now, you are my Collateral."
7.3
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom.
When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic.
But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead.
Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch.
"She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind.
From that moment, the nightmare only escalated.
Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip.
The final humiliation came at the Met Gala.
Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack.
He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom.
Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid.
She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry.
Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child?
Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow.
Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her.
"A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand.
Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury.
She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
9.0
The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders.
"Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now."
He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party.
When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests.
Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim.
Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat.
"I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime."
A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed?
Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.
8.1
HOSTILE OATH
8.1
Vivian bears the weight of an ancestral curse, a yoke forged in darkness, which was meant to be broken. A future ravaged by war and chaos loomed, threatening her destiny but Vivian's path was not yet set to answer to her inheritance. Ignorant of her true identity, she couldn't control the powers she possessed, losing loved ones in the process and consumed by self-guilt. Yet, from the ashes of despair, she felt the rage and determination to harness the powers consuming her in her shadow and forge a new path; maybe she could get back all she had lost in all possible ways she could.
Prophecy were made, and a formidable force stirred, rising to challenge her claim. When a greater threat arose, Vivian faced a brutal reality: prepare for battle or succumb to the shadows but there was a price to pay.
She was left with two options; reclaim her birthright or shatter the chains of destiny!