Alpha Scarlett
At only 5'2", it's hard to believe that Scarlett Lobo is an Alpha. Yet she is. Scarlett is the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack. In fact, she is one of the only female Alphas in the country. Leading her own pack, combined with the fact that as an Alpha her fated mated can only be another Alpha, and despite her petite stature people find her intimidating (okay, some people find her intimidating. Other people still resent the idea of a female Alpha), she has yet to meet her fated mate. She's nearly given up, tempted to take a chosen mate, but every time she brings it up, her family talks her out of it. So, she waits, having the occasional fun with her warriors or with unmated Alphas from other packs. That, along with the satisfaction she gets from being a powerful Alpha, leading her own pack is nearly enough for Scarlett to accept the idea that she may just go unmated. Except for that pesky little problem of needing an heir. But, then the Congress of Werewolves and Shifters (COWS) call their first national conference in nearly a quarter of a century, ordering all Alphas to attend. Annoyed to have to leave her pack, but curious as to why this conference is being called, Scarlett attends expecting several days of rather dull meetings, debates and workshops, thinking her only enjoyment would come in the form of her occasional bed buddy, Raul Farkas the Alpha of the Dark Sun Pack. What she doesn't expect is for Ruby, her wolf, to begin driving her nuts on the plane on the way to the conference. And she really wasn't expecting the overwhelming scent of leather, tobacco and parchment to hit her as she checked into her hotel. Alpha Grey Badar may be the one who sent Scarlett's senses into overdrive, making him, presumably, her fated mate, but as the younger (without a pack of his own) brother of the Dusky Mountain Pack, is he really interested in her or her status as an Alpha female?
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Scarlett POV
On our drive back to the packhouse, I mind link Cayden to let him know that I'm on my way back and that Raul will be staying the night so that he can also meet with Bruno and my parents in the morning. I then mind link Aurora, the pack's Head Omega, to let her know that Raul will be spending the night and to please make up a room for him on the Alpha floor. I know good and damn well that Raul will be sleeping in my suite with me-and frankly, Aurora probably knows it, too-but this way we can at least make it look that everything is platonic.
"Did you really just ask Aurora to make up a room for Raul to sleep in?" Cayden laughingly asks me in our mind link.
"Yes. Yes, I did." I say sternly.
Cayden snorts. "You realize everyone knows that the two of you are "friends with benefits", right?"
"Yes, I do." I sigh. "But I'd rather not give people more reason to gossip. It may be completely fruitless, but it makes me feel like I'm at least doing my part to keep my private life, private." While I'm mock arguing with my Beta via our mind link, Raul is calling his own Beta to let him know he'll be spending the night and having a meeting here in the morning, and to please keep things in order until he returns. Raul has a solid relationship with his Beta, but it's not the same lifelong friendship-type relationship that I have with Cayden, so his Beta isn't giving him a hard time about his plans.
We pull up to my packhouse, and after we get out of the car and begin walking towards the front door, I again feel his hand on the small of my back. I turn and look at him, giving him a sly smile as though to say, "don't worry, you'll be touching a lot more than that, soon enough." He smiles back at me, probably thinking the same thing I am.
When we walk through the door, Aurora is there to meet us. "Alpha Raul, how nice to see you again. We have a room made up for you on the Alpha floor, next to Alpha Scarlett's room. Please don't hesitate to let us know if you need anything or if there's anything we can do to make your stay more pleasant." She says, smiling at us. I'm sure she knows that he'll be sleeping in my room, but unlike Cayden, her smile and tone aren't tinted with that knowledge as though she's teasing us. Instead, she is courteous and professional, all Head Omega, as her title would suggest.
"Thank you, Aurora" I say, giving her a warm smile. Omegas need to feel appreciated, which in my case, is easy, as my Omega wolves are all lovely, kind and hardworking wolves. "And thank you for taking care of that so quickly. I hope it didn't take up too much of your time or throw your schedule off." I tell her, sincerely.
"Oh, not at all, Alpha. Do you need anything else?" She asks.
"No. Thank you, Aurora. It's getting late, though. You should call it a night." I tell her, genuinely wanting her to turn in for the evening as I really do worry about her working herself too hard. Omegas are very hardworking, wanting to please their pack members, but they're also typically not as strong as other wolves and therefore need more rest than others.
"Thank you, Alpha. We have everything ready for Leader Bruno's visit tomorrow, as well. I hope he likes bagels with smoked salmon and capers." She says, hopefully, her soft brown eyes sparkling.
I laugh, "As a bear shifter, I have no doubt that he loves salmon, so bagels and lox sounds like the perfect choice, Aurora. I don't know what I'd do without you." I tell her warmly, reaching out and putting my hand on her arm, making her blush slightly as she gives me a huge smile. "Alpha Raul and I are going to be in my office for a bit, but really, please do turn in soon."
"Of course, Alpha." She nods.
"Thank you for the room, Aurora." Raul says with a warm smile, making Aurora blush even more as she offers another smile.
"You're very welcome, Alpha Raul." She says softly as she turns away. Why, I do believe my Head Omega may have a bit of a crush on Raul. I can't help but think how sweet that is. Aurora is a wonderful Head Omega-I meant what I said when I told her that I'd don't know what I'd do without her-and since she's also unmated, I can only hope her fated mate turns out to be a guy as nice as Raul.
"Shall we?" I turn to Raul as I motion my head in the direction of my office.
"After you." He says, following me down the hall.
When we're both inside my office, with the office door closed, Raul grabs my arm and spins me around, pulling me towards him so my body is pressed firmly against his. With his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, he takes a deep look into my eyes, the blue of his speaking to his desire, before putting his mouth on mine in a deep kiss that has his tongue finding mine.
I give him a sultry smile as I pull away, looking at him with my green eyes, "Shall I show you to my suite, Alpha?"
"Unless you want me to take you on your desk," he says, practically growling at me. The truth is, him taking me on my desk sounds like fun, but there are a lot of wolves still up and about the packhouse, and I don't need them hearing us or getting the scent of sex wafting from my office.
"Follow me", I say as I take his hand and lead him to the back wall of my office, the entirety of which is a dark mahogany bookcase. Pulling forward a copy of the epic poem "Beowulf", an otherwise-invisible door opens, revealing a staircase. It's a hidden passageway that leads up to my suite. My grandfather had it built as a means of both escaping and ambushing attacking enemy packs.
The bookcase door closes behind us as we make our way up the stairs. We'd probably be running up the stairs to get to my suite and dive onto my bed if not for the fact that we're already kissing and allowing our hands to explore each other as we try to make our way up the stairs, nearly tripping ourselves a couple of times. When we make our way to my suite, Raul picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist and he pushes the door closed with his foot. His mouth and tongue are licking and sucking on my neck, causing my desire to warm and moisten my core. Raul can smell my heat, growling as he releases my neck and wraps my hair around one of his hands, pulling my head back so I'm looking directly into those sapphire blue eyes.
"Wanna fuck me?" I smile at him, obviously knowing the answer.
"Fuck yes." And in two strides, he has made his way across my suite to my bed, where he proceeds to toss me like I weigh nothing at all. He's immediately on top of me, slicing my dress open with his extended claw, kissing my neck, down to my breasts, where he spends time gently licking and nuzzling one, while softly teasing the nipple of the other with his hand. Most men seem to forget that my boobs are in fact, attached to the rest of my body and are far too rough with them, squeezing them in a way that isn't sensual and often times leaves the delicate tissue bruised. But, Alpha Raul knows what he's doing, as he gently moves his warm mouth from one breast to the other, making sure he doesn't neglect one as he continues his licking and nuzzling.
When he's gotten his fill of my tits to the point that I'm practically panting, he returns to kissing down my body, until his head is between my legs. He growls softly again as he runs his nose at my apex, nuzzling my clit. I let out a gasp as he again uses his extended claw, this time to slice my thong right off. He looks up at me, smiling as his blue eyes burn with desire.
"We had dinner and now it's time for me to finally enjoy dessert." He grins as he wraps his arms around my thighs so I can't pull away from him, which he knows I sometimes involuntarily start doing when I start orgasming from his mouth on my pussy. My back arches as I feel his tongue slowly encircle my clit and I can't help but let out a moan.
"Mmmm, like that, Alpha?" He says, obviously pleased with himself, as he starts nuzzling me again.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." I practically whine in a way that begs him not to stop.
He chuckles as he returns his tongue to my clit, unwrapping one of his arms from my leg, so he can slide a finger deep inside me. "You've been so wet for me all evening, it took everything I had not to 'accidently' drop my fork on the floor at dinner so I'd have an excuse to eat you for both dinner and dessert."
I can't help but bark out a laugh. "I'm not sure what to tip the waitstaff for something like that." I pant, my upper body jerking in pleasure as he slides a second finger in me. His tongue begins moving with more urgency as his mouth engulfs my pussy. I lift myself onto my arms so I can watch him as he devours me while his two fingers are pumping slowly, yet firmly inside me. He looks up at me again, giving me yet another sly smile as he curls his fingers inside my pussy, hitting my g-spot. This is when my body starts trying to involuntarily pull away, so he tightens the hold his arm still has on my leg, ensuring I can't squirm away.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, Goddess, yes." I call out as he quickens the pace of his mouth against my clit until I'm gripping my duvet and tossing my head back in ecstasy.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I pant in almost a whimper.
"Whatever you say, Alpha" He says with a smile, sitting up and unbuckling his pants, releasing his big, hard, wonderful cock before sliding over me.
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9.0
Leila Jones was never meant to be seen, only used.
In a family that worships perfection, she is the invisible daughter.
Ignored by her father. Humiliated by her stepmother. Outshined by a sister who smiles sweetly while sharpening knives behind her back.
When Leila is framed for a crime she didn't commit and betrayed by the one man she trusted, her life collapses overnight.
Cast out. Disgraced. Silenced.
But what her enemies don't know is this:
A soft heart can still learn to be ruthless.
As secrets unravel and power shifts hands, Leila must decide whether to remain the scapegoat she was raised to be, or rewrite her fate with blood, strategy, and a black card that opens doors no apology ever could.
Because forgiveness is optional.
And revenge is intentional.
What kind of book is this?
Well black card soft heart is a contemporary power rise revenge story focused on betrayal, elite family dynamics, and a woman's strategic transformation.
Romance exist but it didn't save her. POWER did
8.3
On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen.
When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face.
He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet.
He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child.
I left that night and never looked back.
Three years later, after building a new life and a successful bakery, he showed up on my doorstep, a ghost of a man, dying of cancer.
He collapsed, coughing up blood at my feet, begging for a forgiveness I no longer had to give.
9.2
"Isabella this is the right time for you to choose between me or Hector, because any one you choose now will be your husband till the contract end."
"Think well Isabella don't make mistake."
She spilled coffee on the wrong man.
Isabella Ramirez is drowning in debt, exhaustion, and fear-working double shifts to keep her dying mother alive. One mistake in a crowded café brings her face-to-face with Alejandro De La Vega, a billionaire feared for his cold heart and ruthless power.
His punishment is cruel.
His offer is worse.
One year as his wife in exchange for her family's freedom.
But inside his mansion, Isabella learns that marriage without love is a cage. Betrayal hides behind charming smiles.
A former wife returns with secrets. A cousin watches from the shadows. And the contract that binds her may destroy her heart.
When lies explode and power turns brutal, Isabella must choose between survival and love-before she loses herself completely.
Tropes
Contract Marriage
Poor Girl × Billionaire CEO
Forced Proximity
Inheritance Deadline
Emotional Abuse & Redemption
Love vs Power
Public Scandal
Love Triangle
One True Love
7.8
Kylie Miller had been a quintessential good girl for over twenty years.
Her only two outrageous actions were agreeing to her best friend Mina Hall's request to pursue her twin brother, and getting drunk and hiring a "male prostitute", which resulted in them having sex.
When she sobered up, not only had she inexplicably married the "male prostitute", but she had also let him move in.
Mina was furious, convinced that Kylie had fallen into a trap.
However, Kylie looked at the bank card balance her husband had given her.
The balance was so high she could hardly believe it. Kylie wondered-were male prostitutes all this driven these days?
He not only traveled all over the country on business trips, but also had to attend shareholder meetings. Even in his busy schedule, he wouldn't forget to ask her for sex.
Wait a minute, at the late family gathering, why was her husband so familiar with Mina?
7.2
Elena stood flawless in her bridal gown. Five years of molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafia treaty culminated now. This dress was her only solace.
Then her phone buzzed. A text from Dante: "Wedding canceled." Two cold words, no explanation. Her world shattered, heart a sledgehammer blow.
Dante answered her call from a hospital, commanding her to leave, no apology. Her father and 500 mafia guests outside whispered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia, into their intended home. Her father's ultimatum: win Dante back in thirty days, or be married to a sadistic Russian boss.
Discarded, betrayed, and trapped, Elena felt absolute humiliation. She despised five years wasted, facing a fate worse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She wouldn't cry or beg. Instead, she'd choose the most terrifying Moretti of all, and make Dante pay for his arrogance.
8.6
"Her blood type is a match. It’s the only option."
I froze outside the conference room door, the quarterly reports digging into my ribs.
I knew that voice. It was Ben, my husband’s best friend and doctor. But the next voice, cold and devoid of warmth, shattered my world.
"Then we do it," my husband Ethan said. "Chloe cannot wait any longer. If Ava is the match, then Ava is the solution."
For the past month, Ethan had been obsessed with my health, insisting on daily "vitamins" and endless checkups. He called it love.
Standing in that hallway, I realized he was actually shopping for spare parts.
"She is your wife, Ethan," Ben argued weakly. "You can't just harvest her like a crop."
"She became my wife because she was useful," Ethan replied, his indifference cutting deeper than any scalpel. "Now, she can be useful for this."
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. The nausea I’d been feeling wasn't stress.
I was pregnant.
And those "vitamins" he fed me every morning? They weren't supplements. They were poisons designed to ensure I remained a viable donor.
He was killing his own child to save his mistress.
To him, I wasn't a partner. I was livestock. An asset to be liquidated for parts.
I didn't burst into the room. I didn't scream.
I walked away in silence, my hand hovering over my stomach.
He wanted my kidney? He wanted to carve me up?
I decided right then. I wouldn't just leave.
I would terminate the pregnancy, fake my death, and burn his entire world to the ground.