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 2
Chapter 2
Ella
Slowly, I turned around, but was welcomed by just pitch darkness... No, it wasn't just darkness... Something even darker than the darkness caught my attention.
It stood there in a human-like structure, like it was watching me.
My breath caught in my throat.
I opened my mouth to talk, but no words came out.
What the fuck was I even thinking coming into this alley? I will never forgive Jasper if anything happens to me here.
Then the next second, the dark figure started moving... towards me.
I scrambled back, my heart pounding loudly in my chest, cold sweat forming on my forehead.
I paused as the figure finally stepped out of the darkness. A man.
I paused, my breath steadying. At least it was a human.
I stared at his black leather boot. They shone even in the dark. Then to his black trousers, and to his black shirt... I couldn't see his face clearly, but he was tall. Definitely over six feet.
I swallowed hard.
"Who are..." my voice faded into a soft fearful gasp as the growl came again. This time, louder and scarier.
I wasn't sure anymore if it was a wild animal, or if it was from something else.
I almost peed my panties.
The man seemed to be standing between me and whatever the growling animal was. He didn't flinch.
I was grateful for a second, but couldn't shake off the fact that he looked even scarier with the way he looked down at me.
"Who... are you?" My voice cracked shakily.
He stared silently without a word, as if he didn't hear me.
Then the indistinct chatter and footsteps behind me drew my attention.
I looked back. Three tattered looking men stood across the alley. They reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.
Their eyes swept over me, a creepy smile spreading across their faces. It felt as though they didn't notice the strange man.
"Hey, beautiful..." one of them said as they stepped forward.
"What are you doing here all alone, huh?" Another one said.
"Do you need a place to sleep tonight, hmm? We can celebrate Christmas together," The third one said as they approached me.
I instinctively pulled up to my feet, rushing to hide beside this strange man. I wasn't thinking straight. Though this man looked scary, he looked like he would protect me from them.
"Please save me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He didn't say anything, just a glance back at me over his shoulder. His silence was already driving me nuts.
"Hey... who are you?" one of those three men asked, and their eyes shifted to the man.
The strange man still didn't speak.
"You look rich. You should go to the club and find another woman. This one is ours tonight," the first man said, reaching to grab me, but before his hand could meet me, the strange man grabbed and twisted it, and with just one push, the man was sent flying across the alley.
I stiffened. My jaw dropped.
"Who the fuck are you?" The second one asked, his voice almost shaky as they drew back.
But Mr stranger remained silent yet again. He quietly and gently shoved me behind him, and as my hand brushed his skin, his muscles pulsed under my touch, and I could swear I heard him grow.
Then his body went completely still as he faced the two men, and before I could blink, he moved.
Fast and almost unnoticeable.
The only thing I saw was him being back beside me in the next five seconds, and the two men lying on the floor, groaning in pain.
My breath hitched. Who is he? What the fuck did I run into? He couldn't be a human.
I stepped back, my back pressing into the wall, unable to process what just happened.
He suddenly turned to face me, his eyes flashing gold as they caught the street light for a split second.
My breath caught. What the fuck did I just see? That can't be a human's eye, right?
He closed the distance between us, and leaned in, his eyes piercing at me intensely, my skin prickled.
I pressed harder into the wall, swallowing the lump that formed in my throat.
He moved his hand to my face, but didn't touch me, and with a shaky and rough breath, he said only one word, his voice icy, "Mine,"
I stiffened, cold shivers ran down my spine.
Then he stepped back and walked away, fading into the pitch darkness... Not even a glance back at me.
'Mine?'
I crashed to the floor, heart pounding nervously as his voice echoed in my head...
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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.