Alpha Dane's Little Project
Vivica had spent her whole life atoning for her late father's crime. Forced to clean up after the pack members while being ridiculed for not having a wolf, she endured everything hoping that her pain would finally come to an end when Jason, the pack's Alpha, reveals her as his mate. Then, everything will fall in place and she won't have to run anymore.
What she didn't know was that Jason-her childhood friend turned lover-was just as terrible as his people, he had only been toying with her all along. At the full moon party, Jason mates with a 'reputable' wolf, kicking Vivica to the curb after fifteen years of leading her on.
Meanwhile, Adrian-Jason's estranged stepbrother-would give anything to see Jason gnash his teeth in regret. Even if it meant transforming Jason's cast-away lover into a woman he could never have access to again.
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Chapter 1
Vivica's POV
"Hurry, Hale!" Lydia, the head chef, barked my surname.
A deliberate act to keep my father's name alive- to serve as a constant reminder of his betrayal to the pack.
"You don't have to show the world how lazy you are all the time." She mumbled under breath, but loud enough for every maid in the kitchen to hear. "Don't keep the guest waiting!"
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, before carefully grabbing the drink and walking out of the culinary wing.
I rushed, my legs moving as fast as possible, while my hands did all they could to stabilize the freshly squeezed orange juice in the tray. As usual, I was met with the same scornful looks as I walked down the hallway.
It's been two decades since my Dad committed suicide after betraying the pack, and my mom- who couldn't live without her mate- followed suit.
I had learned to hold my head up, though not too high, despite the endless gossip. It was the only way to survive this hellhole. Besides, for how long would I atone for a sin I didn't commit?
As soon as I approached the entrance to the guest bedroom, the guard standing by the door blocked the way with his hand.
"I was asked to deliver this to the guest," I mumbled.
He asked me to hold on, then he knocked on the door before going inside. He came out almost immediately.
"You can go in," he said.
I gave him a weak smile before entering the guest room.
A tall woman with strawberry-blonde hair had her back to the entrance.
"Your drink, ma'am," I announced respectfully.
As I lowered the tray on the small table in the side of the room, she spun to face me. A cynical expression I'd recognize anywhere plastered on her perfectly glammed face.
"Betty?" I whispered, coming out as more of a gasp of terror than a greeting of surprise.
Her glossy, ruby lips stretched into an arrogant smile as she catwalked toward me.
"Long time no see. When did you return?" I blabbered nonstop, forcing a polite smile to conceal my nerves.
In a blink of an eye, she smacked me hard on the cheek. My head snapped to the side. I quickly messaged the spot, trying to soothe the burning sensation her fingers had left behind.
"That's for talking casually, as if we belong in the same hierarchy" she gritted, before landing a second slap on the other side of my face. "And this one is for taking an eternity to bring my drink."
"What the-"
"Another word from you and I'll have you kicked out of this territory. You know who my father is, don't you?" she bragged.
My mouth clamped shut in defeat, but my eyes still remained possessed by a rage that could kill.
She dropped onto the couch and crossed her legs, picking up the glass. She was about to take a sip but stopped suddenly. "How sure am I that this isn't poisoned?"
"And what would I stand to gain by poisoning you?"
She leisurely uncrossed her legs and sprang up. "Your parents were ostracized for betraying the pack 20 years ago. How sure am I that you don't resent me and my father? After all, he took over the Beta position after your father's shameful death."
My hands clenched on my sides as I fought the urge to punch her.I watched her drink, secretly wishing I had poisoned it.
"Ewww!" she spat the liquid onto my legs. "Did you make this?
"Yes" I mumbled.
"No wonder it tastes like shit," she sneered, returning to her seat."Now, get out of my sight now."
My lips pressed together in a desperate effort to keep from retaliating.I stepped forward to carry the tray, but she smacked my hand.
"The hell are you doing?" She snapped.
"Taking it away. You said it tastes like shit."
She scoffed, blinking as if uttered something insane. "Have you always been this dumb? I said get your stinky ass out of my sight!"
I grabbed the tray and walked. Once I was around the first corner and away from the guards, I hissed. "Stupid bitch. You just wait; I'll make you eat your words once I'm up there."
As I walked back to the kitchen, one of the doors in the hallway flew open. Jason yanked me into the room with ease, slamming the door shut behind us.
The moment my back hit the wooden door, he pulled me into a searing kiss.
The tray slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the ground as I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning in to deepen the kiss.
our bodies pressed against each other, my soft breast crushed against his firm chest.
He broke the kiss and flipped me around to face the door. His hands worked restlessly, yanking up the black skirt of my kitchen apparel.
"Not here, Jason. Have some decency," I pleaded. My voice muffled as his hand pinned my head against the door. His other hand was already searching for my core.
"I can't help it, Viv. I want you as much as I can, wherever I can," his throaty voice breathed into my ear as he leaned on my back.
He hiked my skirt up, and as bare skin came to view, he let out a lustful grunt. His fingers shifted my pantries to the side, grazing my moist entrance.
"You are so fucking wet, Vivica. Are you always horny or something?" He panted, his fingers massaging me from underneath.
"I...I... don't know," I managed to say through ragged breaths, my focus shattering as his thumb pushed inside me.
"Ah!" I squirmed.
"Keep your voice down, you don't want the pack members to see us like this, do you?"
Too overwhelmed to speak, I simply shook my head.
"Good girl. Be as quiet as possible" he whispered. I nodded, whimpering like a lost puppy.
He released his shaft-the thick, veiny length that always left me wrecked and unable to walk for days. With a slow, teasing motion he circled the tip around my opening, making my core pulsate with anticipation. When he shoved his full length inside me, my eyes almost popped. I felt myself stretching, my body forced to accommodate him until I was completely filled.
Jason gathered a handful of my hair in one hand, while the other held my waist in place as he rammed into me.
The study was no longer quiet; it was filled with the wet, rhythmic slosh of him slamming in and out of me and the shattered, uncontrollable cries I couldn't hold back any longer.
My body constricted, my walls clenching around him as I drew closer to climax. From the tremble in his grip, I could tell we were in sync.
A loud moan escaped my lips as I exploded, my juice, thick and warm, seeped down my thighs in a slow, heavy trail as my legs went wobbly.
But Jason didn't stop, he held me upright and kept pounding like his existence depended on it. Not long after, a guttural moan filled the room and his tempo doubled, followed by his crazy pull out game.
Jason staggered to a couch and fell back on the cushions. I leaned against the door for support, my legs still trembling from the experience. Once I regained myself, I wobbled over to him and plopped down into his arms.
He stroked my hair gently. " I hate that we have to be discreet. I want to hold your hand in public and flaunt you to the world"
I giggled softly, snuggling closer to his chest."Well, all of that will be over tonight."
"Yeah. I can't wait to see the look of shock on their faces when I declare you as my mate," he chuckled mildly.
"I'm worried, though," I muttered.
"It's normal. Your father's history alone is enough reason for them to object, not to mention you haven't shifted yet."
"I know," I sighed. "What if I don't ever get my wolf?" I abruptly sat up to look him in the eyes.
He stretched an arm to the side table, reaching for a tiny gift box I hadn't noticed before.
"You'll get your wolf tonight, I am certain. Most late-bloomers shift at twenty-five, and you just clocked twenty-five, didn't you?" He asked, handing me the box.
"I thought you forgot" I pouted dramatically before leaning in to kiss him. "Thank you."
"We've come too far to let everything go down the drain, Viv. Don't let them ruin what we have" he kissed my forehead, and I nodded.
"I love you Jason, I don't know what I'd have done without you," I cooed.
He sighed softly, pulling me closer in a warm embrace.
***
Night fell, the entire pack assembled in the Grand Hall for the Full Moon party.
The air bubbled with excitement. Members who had just turned eighteen looked forward to finally meeting their other halves, while those who already found theirs were there to celebrate.
As I trudged through the sea of werewolves in their human forms, someone poked my side. I spun quickly, a smile glinting on my face when I saw who it was-my only friend Celia.
Celia's mate had died a couple of years ago. She was grieving and at the verge of suicide when I found her. After a lengthy, emotional tirade,I managed to convince her to step down from the edge of the rooftop. Ever since that day, we had been inseparable.
"I'm glad you are finally ready to leave the past behind you," I said to her.
She beamed. "Thank you. And I'm confident you'll get your wolf today."
"Exactly what Jason said too!" I squealed, covering my face in excitement.
"By Jason...you mean the Alpha?" Celia's eyebrows shot up.
Shit. How could I be so careless?
A sudden roar of commotion echoed through the hall, a perfect distraction to prevent Celia from questioning me further.
"What's happening? Let's go to the front!" Celia grabbed my hand and pushed her to the front.
As I trailed behind in the suffocating heat of the room, something inside me snapped.
"Celia... I can't breath" I muttered, but she was too carried away by what was going on in the forefront to care.
I peeled my hand from hers, slouching over to steady my racing breath. My heart pounded so hard I feared it would explode, and my inside stirred as if a new force had suddenly occupied the hollowness.
"My wolf?" I gasped in disbelief. My sense sharpened and everything turned vivid, clearer than it had ever been."Celia, I have a wolf!" I screamed, catching the attention of everyone, but I didn't care.
"Jason, I need to tell Jason!" I said frantically. My eyes rummaged through the crowd like a maniac, desperate to share the news-that I was finally whole.
I found him, eventually. He was standing at the Centre of the hall, the centre of everyone's focus. But he wasn't alone. He was with... Betty?
"What is he doing?" I asked myself, my eyes gradually welling up with tears when I saw the ring.
My heart, which was fluttering seconds ago, sank to my stomach.
Betty squealed, holding a hand over her mouth while Jason slid a ring on the other one.
The crowd erupted with cheers and laughter. But for me, the world went dead.
Jason turned his head towards the crowd, his eyes sweeping over faces until it landed on me.
The moment our eyes met my wolf let out a gut- wrenching cry in the back of my head.
"Mate!"
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8.2
My ex-boyfriend of three years, Axel, married a perfect wealthy heiress.
I attended his wedding, not to mourn our relationship, but because he had spent the last three years bleeding me dry.
He left me with absolutely nothing but a final notice from the hospital for my dying brother's life support.
Instead of feeling guilty, Axel cornered me in the church hallway, crushing my wrist.
"I'll set you up with an apartment. You won't have to work another day in your life."
He thought he could buy my silence with spare change, while leaving my seventeen-year-old brother, Julian, to die when his treatments were cut off the very next day.
When I refused to be his dirty little secret, Axel used his power to utterly destroy my acting career.
He had my talent agency terminate my contract under a fake morals clause, publicly humiliated me on set, and blacklisted me across the entire industry.
I was shoved out into the freezing rain, left with a torn dress and absolutely no way to pay the five hundred thousand dollar medical bill.
He actually believed he could step on my brother's dying body to build his own fake empire.
He thought I was just a weak, pathetic victim who would eventually crawl back to him on my knees.
But he forgot about the one monster he was absolutely terrified of: his legitimate, ruthless billionaire half-brother, Jace Bauer.
Looking at the three positive pregnancy tests hidden in my drawer, I stepped right in front of Jace's armored Maybach.
"Marry me, and I'll give you the heir you need to secure your empire."
9.0
Grace's engagement to Dillan Hayes was nothing but a cold business transaction to secure funding for her family's company.
But when Dillan violently shoved her into a marble bar over his ex-girlfriend, leaving her bleeding, Grace didn't hesitate.
She called 911, had her fiancé arrested on the spot, and broke off the engagement.
Returning to the Albert estate, she expected chaos, but not absolute betrayal.
Her family didn't care that she had just been physically assaulted.
They were in a sheer panic because her cousin Ashly had just fled the country, abandoning a terrifying arranged marriage.
The groom was Hudson Turner, a man known across Manhattan as a disgraced, violent psychopath, paralyzed from the waist down in a severe crash.
To save themselves from the Turner family's wrath and financial ruin, Grace's aunt and father ordered her to take Ashly's place.
"You eat from this family, you live in this house! It is time you paid us back!"
Her father even threatened to freeze her bank accounts and faked a heart attack to force her compliance.
For three years, Grace had single-handedly kept the family business afloat while they squandered the profits.
Now, they were throwing her to a monster without a second thought, expecting her to rot as a crippled man's miserable nursemaid.
But they picked the wrong sacrifice.
Grace ruthlessly extorted a legal severance from her family, taking her shares and cutting all ties forever.
She walked straight into Hudson Turner's private gallery to propose a mutually beneficial, cutthroat business marriage.
However, when the prenuptial was signed, the "paralyzed" billionaire placed his hands on his wheelchair.
Slowly, deliberately, Hudson stood up to his full, imposing height of six-foot-three.
"The wheelchair is a necessary illusion for my enemies," Hudson stated calmly. "But it will never be an illusion between you and me."
9.3
I, Alpha Xavier Grayson, reject you, Karen Denmark, as my mate and Luna," he said with a smirk. "I don't need to make you accept the rejection, because you'll be gone in what seems like a couple of minutes." He smiled evilly. "I, Karen Denmark, accept your rejection," I whispered, though each word tore through me like pieces of glass.
******
She thought the mate bond would be her salvation but instead, it became her curse. Framed for a crime she didn't commit, she was cast aside, rejected by the one fate had first chosen for her. Left broken, unwanted, and betrayed, she was certain her life was over. Until the bond pulled her to another. Will he be the one to heal her brokenness, or will her presence only tear them both apart? And when the truth of her past begins to unravel, when shadows stir and hidden enemies rise... will their bond be strong enough to survive what's coming?
7.4
"Take them off yourself, or I will do it for you."
Ten sessions. Two hundred thousand dollars. Her brother's life for her body.
Dr. Avery St. Clair signed a contract in blood. To save her family, she has to fix the mind of Obsidian City's most feared monster, Dominic Kessler. He's a Mafia Don rotting from the inside out. A bullet gave him C-PTSD and a touch so sensitive he can't stand being touched. Avery is the only antidote who can calm him down. So he locked her in his villa.
But Dominic is playing a game he's already lost.
He doesn't know Avery is the woman from seven years ago. The stranger who saved him on that dark gambling ship and disappeared before sunrise.
He doesn't know the scar on his wrist is burned into her memory.
And most of all, he doesn't know the autistic little girl hiding in her clinic is his own daughter.
While Avery hides the truth behind her professional mask, their little girl feels his every nightmare. Every flashback. Every crack in his monster mask.
When the secrets finally come out, his empire will fall. He'll lose his sight. His throne. The only woman who ever made him feel human.
To win her back, he'll have to destroy the monster he became. And help her burn down the man who murdered her parents.
She won't make it easy.
This is not a love story. It's a monster learning to beg.
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8.9
He bought her life to pay for her lover's betrayal... but he was not supposed to become obsessed with her.
Ivy is dragged into the underground compound of the Devil's Saints motorcycle club to face their most brutal enforcer. Cole is ordered to break her and find the stolen millions. But Ivy does not scream, and she does not beg. She watches him with a heavy, calculating silence that gets under his skin and makes him question the club he swore to protect. He was supposed to ruin her. So why is he the only one standing between her and a loaded gun?
He was ordered to ruin her for a betrayal she did not commit.
Locked in the underground vault of a violent motorcycle club, Ivy is forced into the custody of their most lethal enforcer. Cole is a man built on cold punishment and ruthless loyalty, tasked with breaking her to find their stolen millions. But instead of begging, her heavy, unyielding silence sparks a dark, forbidden obsession the enforcer cannot fight.
He was supposed to be her executioner. He was never meant to become the man willing to burn his own brotherhood to the ground just to claim her.