ALPHA KAEL: All I Want For Christmas Is You
On Christmas eve, I had prepared a surprise gift for my boyfriend of five years, but I was surprised instead... He had been seeing another woman. Worse still, I walked in on him, banging her.
Broken, I left in the middle of the night, but what I didn't know was that I would run into a scary creature that night that changed my life forever.
Alpha Kael... The man whom even his presence carries a strong intimidating aura, yet pulls me in. The man who makes me feel safe, yet torments me.
Watch him burn the world for me...
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Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Ella Whitmore
MERRY CHRISTMAS, JASPER. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
My cheeks burned hot with excitement as I clutched the gift box tightly, reading the inscription on the back one more time before struggling to insert the key into the keyhole.
I had been planning this surprise for weeks. Christmas eve was finally here, and I just couldn't wait to see the look Jasper would have on his face when he realized that I actually got him the wristwatch he'd always admired.
But my legs still, the moment I stepped into the living room.
The first thing that caught my attention were the two wine glasses sitting on the center table.
My brows knitted together, confused. Jasper told me he was alone when we chatted earlier though I didn't tell him that I was coming over.
Sighs. Did he miss me so much that he went this far? Setting two empty wine glass? He must've drank alone, wishing that I was here with him.
A smile spread across my lips as I proceeded to his room upstairs, but my steps faltered the moment I stepped into the hallway.
I could swear I heard a strange sound.
I stood there quietly for at least three seconds. The sound didn't come again.
Just as I was about to proceed to his room, the sound came again. First like a muffle, and unclear where it was coming from, but as I moved closer, it became clearer.
It was the voice of a woman moaning in pleasure, and the sound was coming from Jasper's room.
Then a masculine groan followed... one that was unmistakably Jasper.
My body went numb. Knees buckling beneath me.
I stood there for a moment, scared of going close to the room, afraid that I would see what I was afraid of, but another part of me was ready to face it.
With my heart pulsing in my ears, my hands shaking, I reached for the doorknob.
"Fuck! Yeah... You're so sweet," Jasper's voice came on as I gently twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.
My eyes first landed on the two tall empty wine glasses on the nightstand, then to Jasper. He knelt naked on the bed, Sophia, his supposed colleague, bent before him as he rammed into her from behind.
I couldn't breathe.
My hand dropped to my side, the gift box slipped out of my grip and fell to the floor with a loud thud.
It finally drew their attention.
"Holy shit! Ella..." With one hard thrust, Jasper quickly pulled out of her, spilling his cum on her back, and the bastard dared to moan as he did that.
Sophia quickly grabbed a shirt, covering herself with shaky hands.
"Ella... it's not what you think... shit!" He said, grabbing whatever fabric he could reach, to cover himself.
I scoffed. I fucking walked in on him fucking another woman, and it's not what I think?
"I swear I'm not cheating on you..."
Without another second, I turned on my heel and dashed out of the room, the weight of everything pressing down on my chest.
I stepped into the cold snowy New York street, my legs heavy and tired, eyes blurred with tears, but I didn't stop. I needed to get away from here.
My phone buzzed against my palm.
Jasper.
I gritted angrily. What the fuck does he want?
I watched the call ring and ended.
I switched off my phone.
My three-year old relationship... gone with Christmas eve.
What a way to celebrate Christmas.
I stumbled into the lonely and dark alley. I should feel scared. It was always dangerous out there at nights especially for women, but I didn't care.
I just wanted to get far away from Jasper.
My legs finally gave in as I collapsed into a bricked wall.
My chest tightened so hard, I couldn't breathe. I whispered, nails digging into the floor underneath me.
Was I not enough? I gave him everything. I trusted him, and was already hoping for forever together, and this is what I get?
A low growl cracked through the darkness amid my cries, and my sobs stopped abruptly, something snapping inside me.
I came back to my senses.
I lifted my phone to my face, the light flashing on my eyes.
It's 12am. I wasn't supposed to be outside by this time. I went to Jasper's house with the intention of spending the night with him.
The growl came again... this time from behind me, sharp and chilling... like that of a wild animal.
A strange coldness washed over me, my stomach twisting with fear.
I stiffened, my body tensed, and the back of my hair stood... It felt like something or someone was watching me from the shadow behind me.
I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe... and didn't even dare to look back...
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Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
7.4
Avery thought she'd found her happily ever after with Ethan, the charming billionaire who swept her off her feet in Willow Creek. But after one night of passion, he vanished, leaving her heartbroken and alone. She returned home to find her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
Devastated, Avery discovered a shocking truth: she was the daughter of a millionaire who'd left her a vast fortune. Relocated to New York, she met Ethan again, but this time, he was determined to win her back. Unbeknownst to him, Avery had been hiding a life-changing secret: she's the mother of his twin babies.
As Avery navigates her complicated past and the wicked family members who despise her, Ethan's pursuit becomes relentless. He'll stop at nothing to reclaim the love they shared, but Avery's secrets threaten to tear them apart. Can she trust him with her heart and the truth about their children, or will it drive them further apart?
Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I've been searching for you for six years, Avery. I won't let you go again." But Avery's secrets were only the beginning. Little did Ethan know, their love story was only just beginning...
9.7
Five years ago, I took ten million dollars from my fiancé's grandmother and abandoned him to save my father from dying in federal prison.
Today, working three jobs just to survive, I ran into him while substituting as a music therapist at a VIP clinic.
He is now a powerful Wall Street billionaire, standing beside his beautiful fiancée and their little girl.
He trapped me, threw a stack of hundred-dollar bills at my face, and mocked me for being a pathetic gold digger who blew through his family's money.
Bound by a strict non-disclosure agreement, I couldn't defend myself and fled in absolute humiliation.
But fate wasn't done torturing me. That same afternoon, my four-year-old daughter—his secret child—was suspected of having severe leukemia.
At the hospital, exhausted and terrified, I briefly leaned on a kind doctor friend's shoulder to cry.
I had no idea my ex-fiancé was inspecting the new medical wing and watching us from the shadows.
Seeing the child's bouncy curls, he mistakenly thought I had jumped into another man's bed and built a perfect family using the money I stole from him.
Driven by insane jealousy and blind rage, he ordered his assistant to completely destroy the innocent doctor.
"I want him to know what happens when you take what belongs to me."
Watching my daughter's pale face, I knew my peaceful life was over. To save her life, I had to walk right back into the devil's den.
8.2
Justine abandoned her career as a top trauma surgeon to marry Congressman Carl McConnell. She did it to fulfill her dying sister's last wish: to protect her son, Leo, from this ruthless political family.
But the seven-year-old boy she swore to protect shoved her into a freezing koi pond, then cried to his father that Justine tried to drown him.
Carl didn't even check the security cameras. He hugged his precious heir and looked at his freezing wife with pure disgust.
"Are you out of your mind? Trying to hurt the heir to the McConnell family!"
He locked Justine in a 55-degree wine cellar while she was burning with a 102-degree fever. When she finally told him the truth, Carl flew into a rage and hurled a heavy brass-cornered book at her face, slicing her cheekbone wide open.
His mother even ordered the staff to starve her for seven days to reflect on her sins.
Justine stood in the dark, blood dripping down her face, her heart completely dead. She had sacrificed her brilliant future and her pride for this family, only to be tortured and discarded like garbage. How could they be so utterly devoid of humanity?
She pulled out her old medical kit and stitched up her own face.
Then, she signed the legal documents to permanently relinquish her stepparent rights, threw them at the housekeeper, and calmly looked at her abusive husband.
"I am divorcing you, Carl."
7.3
Elara Valente has lived her life under her father's control, a mafia princess trapped in luxury. But when she meets Luca, a humble baker who sees her for who she truly is, her world begins to change.
Secret meetings, stolen moments, and forbidden attraction ignite a slow-burning romance-but danger lurks at every turn. With a strict father, an arranged marriage, and watchful cousins, Elara must choose: follow her heart, or obey the world she was born into.
8.4
Arlene was the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Boone family, treated worse than a stray dog. To keep her meager scholarship, she had to swallow her pride and apologize to the frat boy who tormented her.
But he didn't just want an apology. He forced her to drink twenty shots of liquor laced with pure capsaicin extract.
"Drink us under the table, or take off your clothes and crawl out."
Arlene drank until her stomach tore, vomiting blood and collapsing on the filthy club floor.
When she dragged her half-dead body back to the Boone estate, her biological father and half-sister didn't care. Instead, her sister ground Arlene's SAT admission ticket into the dirt with her stiletto.
"Throw her out. Dad doesn't want to look at her before Hardie's engagement."
The guards threw her onto the gravel, leaving her bleeding and barefoot in the freezing night.
Arlene sat shivering at a dark bus stop, her dignity completely stripped away. She never wanted a dime from the Boones, so why did they insist on crushing her only way out? And why did Dr. Hardie Boone, the untouchable head of the family, look at her with such a twisted, terrifying obsession?
When Hardie's black Aston Martin pulled out of the shadows, he scooped her up, took her away, and locked her inside his penthouse.
"You carry the Boone name. Whether you live or die is my decision."
Trapped by the dangerous man who demanded total control over her life, Arlene finally realized that simply running away was no longer an option.