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 5
Ophelie's POV
I tried to sink it in as it was happening too fast. "Alpha, alpha please." My maid begged, her knees kissing the ground.
"Please, I will do better. Don't let them do this to me."
I had my eyes gazing at Loic, wishing I could tear his head from his body, but I knew I couldn't do so, not now. I had to be calm, plan, and make sure he wouldn't have an idea about a thing.
I was a werewolf now, which means I wasn't as powerful as I was, and this body wasn't mine. I wouldn't know how to wield it until I learned.
My knees buckled to the ground, while the cold air seeped into my body.
"Please..." my voice broke. "I will do better. I thought you would love to see me in this color, as it does complement my skin. It is none of my maid's fault. She tried to do everything just so I wouldn't put it on, but...but...""Drag her out." His voice bounced against the wall as he commanded. "When you are done, hand her over to the infirmary. They should patch her up like new, and then she can go back to who she was assigned to."
I watched as the guards pulled her away, my hands shielding my body while I did, hating myself that someone had to suffer because of me. When I should have been able to do better, listening would have made it better.
"I told you." Astrid had her hands stretched out at him. " You have to break her for her to listen to you. She doesn't know her place yet, but I am sure she will do so soon enough." She spat out before nodding at the guards, who shut the door, leaving us alone.
Standing up on my feet, my hands ran over my clothes as I tried to slip them on when she strolled over, shredding them into pieces on me.
" Well, what do you think, Loic? Isn't this better?" she mumbled out before letting out cackles of raspy laughter.
" It fits her better, doesn't it?" She winced, trying to get his affection when he scoffed before heading over to his seat.
" Sit and eat." He ordered.
I stood, not moving an inch, as I wasn't sure I would be able to stomach anything with all that had happened today when Astrid swept the food off the table.
" She can very well eat off the ground if she so pleases. Punishing her maid isn't enough punishment for her misdeed. What if she doesn't know just how much what she has done means? Why would you let her have the easy way out of this?"
"I am not. She is to attend to me later, and I have to make sure she is fed just so she can whet my appetite later. You know how huge it is."
" Then fuck her just that way." I swallowed, not wanting Loic to do anything. I knew it had to happen somehow, and I would run out of excuses to ward him off.
Astrid sauntered over to him, her hands on his pants as she unzipped them. "It isn't like it's my fault that I have been unable to birth a pup." she panted.
" I have tried, and I have tried; watching another woman having your pup will kill me, it will hurt me, Loic, but I am ready to withstand that because of my love for you."
" And you will have that pup when it is born. I assure you." Loic smoothed her hair before fisting her hands around it while she curled her lips on his manhood.
My hands clenched, my lips sealed, and my heart slammed so hard. What was this ache? Why did I feel this way when I wasn't supposed to?
" You are hurt." Clio pointed it out, but I wasn't about to believe that. They could do whatever they wanted for all I care, all I wanted to do was end Loic's life, and I would make that happen.
Her moans as she gurgled, slipping her mouth in and out of his dick, had me tense. I stood rigid, waiting for the dismissal, which wasn't forthcoming, and it wasn't difficult to know what her intent was, what she was trying to show me. She could go on because I didn't give two fucks about it.
She could show that she had the man all right, he was hers, and I had no issues about that.
The rest of what would have been breakfast was pushed on the floor as Loic hoisted Astrid on the table, pulling her gown up.
" Just like always, you are ready for me." He said to her as he watched me before he slipped in, while making sure I was watching.
The moans and grunts filled the room as he slipped in and out of her, pushing his cock in and out while she dug her fingers into his back. My eyes remained, lurking on them when he turned her, her back to him, before he plunged in, hard and firm.
Her moans filled the room while she cried for him to go on, to fill her like always, to take her. My eyes stayed dry before I dropped to the ground, my hands clenching the knife close to me.
If I could take steps, I could kill him. If I got close enough while they were lost in pressure, it would be my time. The one I have been waiting for.
"Yes Loic, yes. Oh, Loic, fuck me loic, take my pussy, Loic, take it all." Astrid moaned while he had a hand on her hair, pounding into her hard.
My feet drew closer, each inch closer and closer, when he slipped out, took a glance at me, and I halted. His cork dangled out before he turned to me. "Kneel and take this in your mouth."
Astrid turned to him dumbfounded. "You can't. You..."
"Now. Adele. Open up that thing you call a mouth and take this."
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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!