
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 5
Vivica's POV
"Get the necessary documents ready. Vivica is ascending the throne in two weeks."
When those words left Adrian's mouth, the hallway went dead. My eyes widened.I tried to object, but my words came out as a helpless stutter. What was wrong with Adrian? Was this some sort of a joke ?
"Adrian...I mean, Alpha Adria-"
"Call me Adrian," his deep voice urged, his gaze dropping to mine.
"Isn't this too-"
He placed a finger on my lips before I could finish. "I told you already. You aren't the same woman you were hours ago," he whispered.
When he turned to address pack elders who were too stunned to speak, his face hardened.
"The meeting is over, Elders."
"Of course," they chorused, before walking away heavy in silence.
Theo pressed his lips together and gave Adrian a curt nod before heading out himself.
"Okay, Ms. Hale. How about I show you to your suite?"
"Mmm" I mumbled, letting him lead the way.
We walked toward an elevator at the far left. Adrian pressed a button and the door slid open. Once inside, he punched the floor number -fourth floor-and the elevator lurched upward.
"Thank you," I muttered, averting my gaze to hide the tears threatening to spill over.
"For what?" He tilted his head toward me.
"Everything," I said, pausing for a moment. "I don't know where I would have gone after such an embarrassing moment at the Full Moon party."
"It's nothing, Vivica. I should have come for you long ago but I was-" He stopped halfway, he must have realized he said something he shouldn't have.
My head shot up instantly. "You knew all along? That we were mates?"
"No. It's not about our mate bond," he said, his face softening. "I just wanted to get you out of that place. For your father's sake."
"My father? You knew him?" A smile glinted
on my face.
"Who doesn't know Xavier Hale? The greatest warlord to ever exist." He made a face-a playful exaggeration that I found genuinely funny.
I chuckled awkwardly. "That's not what I meant."
"Mhm. I get you"He dipped his hands into his Jean pockets and looked ahead. "I got my first training from him. At first, I thought Vane wanted him to kill me and was just using the training as a cover"
I gave a small laugh. "Why would you think that?"
"Because I was too young for the things he was making me do" He stressed, a subtle smile growing on his face. "But it turned out it was all for my own good"
The elevator dinged and we stepped out. My eyes scanned the fourth floor, which looked even more luxurious than the ground floor.
"This feels like...heaven" I whispered, the words escaped my mouth before I could stop them.
"I'm glad you like it. It's your home from now on," he said. "Let's get you to your suite."
We walked down the hallway and a girl who looked to be in her early twenties approached us.
"Good day, Alpha." She greeted, bowing her head lightly.
"Good day, Melissa." Adrian replied.
Melissa walked toward the elevator, but her gaze must have dug deep into my back, because I spun instinctively. I caught her staring just before she looked away.
"Give me your hand," he requested.
I offered my hand without thinking. He pressed my thumb onto the fingerprint scanner. When the smart door beeped and a green light flashed, a digital voice echoed, "Finger print saved."
He typed something into his phone, then looked at me. "Speak after the door handle blinks yellow."
"What do I say?"
"Anything. I just need to capture your voice."
The handle blinked yellow. I cleared my throat and spoke. "My name is Vivica Hale."
He looked at me and nodded with a lopsided smile. "Correct."
Again, the handle blinked green. He twisted it and ushered me into the most surreal apartment I'd ever seen in my life.
The suite was cozy-the perfect place to be after a hellish day. It felt like the kind of place you can run back to after tanning to escape the heat. Rich wood veneers covered the corner walls of the massive living room. A large flat screen television sat in a pristine white console, and sets of light brown couches faced the television, with a simple yet beautiful dining area at the back.
"Hey Crisy, open the blinds," Adrian said.
I started to hurry toward the cream-colored curtains when he caught my hand and pulled me back. "Not you."
"Oh..." I whisper, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
The curtains opened on their own, revealing a floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the shadows of trees danced to the wind while the moon cast its warm glow on the water.
"I'll ask Elena to help you settle in. I've got work to finish."
"Sure."
"Ok. See you in a bit," he said casually, before turning around and walking out of the suite.
The moment he left, I dropped onto one of the plush sofas and looked around in absolute disbelief.
I eventually left the living room to check out the rest of the suite. The bedroom, restroom and walk-in closet were just as massive and opulent, with mirrors of various artistic cuts hanging in all the right places.
"open the curtains" I whispered uncertainly, and they didn't budge.
I cleared my throat and tried again."Crisy, open the curtains."
A few seconds passed before the curtains parted, exposing yet another alluring night view through the floor to ceiling glass window.
"This is beautiful," I gasped, forgetting the turmoil of the day as I walked toward the glass.
I stood there for a moment, admiring the body of water below. Everything happening was too beautiful to be true. From Adrian's nurturing words to his abrupt decision to make me Luna, and now, a whole suite to myself? Back at Red-Bone, I was given the worst of everything: food, bedding and clothes. Even healthcare had been an issue. But here, Adrian Ladi everything in front of me as if I were royalty. What blew my mind the most was how he stood up against his pack members for me-a nobody.
I exhaled and began to nibble on my fingernails. "You have to be careful, Vivica. This is too good to be true,"
'You need to relax. This might just be the Moon Goddess' way of compensating you for all the troubles you've been through,' my wolf, Tisha, said.
"Oh please. Why did it take her this long to do it?"
A alarm went off, startling the shit out of me as it notified me of someone at the door. I rushed out of the bedroom to get the door. When I opened it, a servant girl, I could tell from her uniform, was standing outside.
"Come in," I said, holding the door open for her.
"It's almost time for dinner. His majesty asked me to accompany you to the dining hall." Her tone was rigid and direct. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me she didn't like me.
"The thing is...I don't have anything to change into," I sounded like a kid who was too scared to voice an opinion.
"That has been sorted by the Alpha. I'll help you prepare your bath before your outfit arrives."
With that, she disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water echoed in the background shortly. She came out a few moments later and told me I could go in.
"Thank you,"
I entered into the bathroom and locked the door. One by one, I stripped off my clothes. I dipped my toe into the water, before fully soaking my body in the scented liquid.
As soon as I settled in and rested my back against the tub, I closed my eyes and exhaled loudly.
"This feels so good."
I was so worn out from working day and night that the only thing I wanted was to sleep. As I close my eyes I gradually drifted off until I heard a knock.
"Your clothes are on the bed. I need to go to Lady Arella," the girl announced.
"Okay!" I shouted, loud enough for her to hear. "Thank you for your help!"
No response came.
***
After almost an hour in the shower, I stepped into the cozy bedroom draped in a white towel with my hair in a wrap. The white fur rug at the vanity table squished under my feet as I sat in front of the mirror. One of the drawers contained a hair dryer; I blew it over my damp head and wild strands of auburn hair flew in all direction.
I finished my hair and ran a lip gloss on my lips. I almost bolted out of the room when I realized I hadn't used any body spray. I might have spent more than an hour in the shower, but the stench of hardship wouldn't disappear overnight. The least I could do for Adrian was to look my best, that way it wouldn't be obvious at first glance that he made a terrible mistake.
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7.1
Belle Triston, a pediatrician with a brilliant career faked her relationship with a billionaire. She didn't like Gabrielle Rolland's arrogance at all, but she had to become a surrogate mother to give birth to Gabrielle's offspring in order to fulfill her mother's last wishes before she died.
Their relationship was complicated because Gabrielle was married to a famous actress, Fleura Delacour. Belle and Gabrielle made an agreement that their relationship would only be professional. But unexpected things happened. Fleura's affair with her co-star left a deep wound in Gabrielle's heart. When his heart was wounded and bleeding, Belle was there to heal his wounds. Their relationship was no longer as simple as they thought when hearts started playing in it. When Gabrielle realized that he loved Belle and wanted to be with her, Fleura came and begged him for a second chance. Gabrielle had to choose, while his heart couldn't choose. Belle knew Fleura's biggest secret and she wouldn't just keep quiet. She would fight for her baby and her love for Gabrielle.

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.