ALPHA'S DARK PAYMENT. HE REJECTED HER. HIS WOLF CHOSE HER.
"Say it."
Elara's throat tightened.
"I belong to you," she whispered. "I am your slave."
Kane Blackthorn's gaze hardened.
"And?"
Her voice broke.
"I am... your sex slave."
The Alpha stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her whole.
"You will expect no kindness," he said coldly. "No affection. No protection. You exist to obey me."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Strip, Elara."
Elara once lived in the Blood Moon Pack as the daughter of a powerful man.
Now she lives in the Alpha's palace as something far worse than a servant.
A slave.
Alpha Kane Blackthorn rules his pack with an iron will and an untouchable reputation.
Mercy is not something he offers twice.
And Elara belongs to him now.
She should hate him.
She tries to.
But the deeper she falls into the Alpha's dark world, the more dangerous things become.
Because Kane Blackthorn doesn't look at her like a slave.
He looks at her like something far more dangerous.
Something he might never let go.
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Chapter 3
**MAID'S QUARTER**
The maids were gathered in the quarters. Lady Claribel, the head maid, addressing them sternly, her loud voice sharp as a blade, until the door opened without warning.
The head warrior shoved Elara in without warning.
Lady Claribel paused mid-sentence and turned.
"Is she the one?" she asked the guard, and he nodded.
"The Alpha's sex slave?" someone said from behind.
"Shut up!" Lady Claribel snapped, silencing the room.
"You can leave; I will train her," Lady Claribel said.
The guard walked out, and Claribel walked closer to Elara, who was still seated in the spot where she had fallen. She hesitated, then walked closer and helped her up.
"Thank you!" Elara whispered.
"What's your name?"
"Elara... Draven," Elara said, her last name tasting bitter in her mouth.
Lady Claribel nodded.
"Come with me," she said, leading the way. Elara followed immediately.
"Is she a new maid?"
"Alpha's Kane's sex slave," another corrected.
"Sex slave? "She's so pretty, please."
"She looks rich..."
"Did you see her smooth skin?"
"She's still a sex slave!"
"Lady Anika won't be happy about this!!"
The maids murmured among themselves as they walked out of the hall.
Elara followed Lady Claribel in silence.
"I was told you're Beta Draven's daughter," Claribel said.
"Yes, ma..." Elara whispered.
"His new slave girl..."
"Sl...slave girl?" she asked in surprise.
"Yes... You're paying for your father's sins," Lady Claribel said, and Elara nodded.
"Sex slave?... Slave girl?" Elara muttered inwardly.
"What does it mean to be a slave girl to the Alpha?" Elara asked.
"That's up to Kane; all I know is he has power over you. You have to do everything he wants every time. Whatever he does to you is nobody's business," Lady Claribel explained.
Elara bit her bottom lip and folded her sweaty hands.
"If you're thinking about sex, stop it. The Alpha has a mistress; I've never even seen him take a girl against her will."
"Any girl?" Elara bit her lips.
"Yes," Lady Claribel said. "He's a good Alpha!"
"But I'm his sex slave!" Elara pressed her hands together, not a pack member," she sighed.
"He said that?" Lady Claribel faced her.
"Yes!" Elara nodded.
"Like I said, he's a good Alpha!" Lady Claribel said.
"Stay here," Claribel said to Elara and went into the inner room. A minute later, she returned with a uniform in her hand.
"Change into it right away. I don't know when the Alpha will send for you. Your duties are to the Alpha only, so get dressed, and I will start by showing you a few things you need to know," Claribel said.
"You deserve it, Elara. Pay for your father's sins," she said inwardly and sighed out before taking the uniform from her. It's a piece of shirt and top, blue and black in color.
"You can go and dress behind that curtain," Lady Claribel directed, and Elara nodded and went behind the curtains.
She took off the only clothes that reminded her of who she used to be and put on the uniform. She came out after that, and Claribel smiled at her appearance.
"It fits perfectly; you've got a nice ass, though," she said, and Elara's cheeks turned pink.
"Why is she staring at my ass?" she asked no one and frowned immediately.
'Nice ass? Oh please,' she said inwardly.
"Time to serve the Alpha his meal. Follow me," Claribel muttered and led the way out.
********
"I'm starving," Anika pouted, her fingers roaming over Kane's chest before slipping lower.
Anika, Kane's mistress... not just an ordinary mistress. She was chosen among many others who applied for that position.
29 years old... nine years older than Kane but madly in love with him.
Lady Anika was seen by many as the uncrowned Luna because, aside from warming his bed, she had some responsibilities the Alpha left in her charge; everyone respects her a lot.
Nobody ever disrespects Kane's woman, no matter how low-ranked she is.
Where is your slave girl? I'm starving.
"She's my personal maid!" Kane muttered.
"You sound like you care about her?" Anika rolled her eyes.
"If you're starving, go down and suck my dick," Kane said flatly...
Anika wet her lips and pulled down his panties, and his [member] sprang out without hesitation.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkk!" she cursed, licking his tip like a lollipop before shoving his length down her throat. Moaning, she pulled him out, wet and hard, stroking him gently with her hand, her tongue licking his balls before thrusting down her throat. Her choking moans soon filled the entire chamber.
Kane's expression was cold and calm, his hands in her hair matching her rhythm.
He didn't moan, didn't move, or cough until he came into her mouth; his cum spilled down her throat.
He grabbed her throat and slammed his lips on hers...
After a minute of intense kissing, he broke the kiss, ripped off her top, and took one of her pink nipples into his mouth.
Anika let out a smile and looked up at him.
Watching him suck her... That was her joy and reward as his mistress.
Anika kissed him greedily.
Kane smiled and squeezed her ass.
She tucked his dick back into his panties, took off her pants, and walked towards the bed...
"Get dressed and leave!" Kane said, turning to leave.
Anika ignored him and lay on the bed, spreading her legs.
"Kane!" she purred. "Can't I just sleep over tonight?"
"Alpha...
"Get out, Anika!" He cut her off, and Anika frowned.
Why is he asking her to leave? She always sleeps over in his chamber whenever she wants...
"Get out, Anika! I don't want to repeat myself."
"Then, can I ask for something?"
Kane raised his brows, and she started.
"It's about the Beta's daughter... Is she for the guards or you?" she asked, trying to make sure he wasn't planning to make her his second mistress; she wouldn't share that position with anyone else.
"She's mine, and I do not share," Kane replied, and Anika frowned; that means... Elara is only for him.
"Goodnight... Alpha," she muttered and bowed.
Alpha Kane rolled his eyes and entered his inner chamber.
Anika's heart scattered as she watched Kane walk away without sparing her a glance. She dressed up and left the chamber, clenching her fists.
"Elara, you just dug your grave," she clenched her jaw.
**KITCHEN**
The maids all glared at Elara as Lady Claribel taught her a few things she needed to know about being the Alpha's personal slave.
When did Lady Claribel ever act nice to us?
What's with the special treatment?
"Shhhh... We all know Lady Claribel has always had a thing for the Beta, Draven."
"That's all. Now shall we?" Lady Claribel faced Elara, and she nodded as she carried the Alpha's meals and set them carefully into the food cart.
They both left the kitchen together, and in no time, they got to the Alpha's chamber.
Luciano arrived just in time.
"Everything smells delicious," Lady Claribel, he said.
Lady Claribel smiled.
"Are you coming with her?" he asked, glaring at Elara.
"No!" Lady Claribel smiled and faced Elara, who was already trembling like a leaf in cold weather.
"Come with me," he said with his usual blank face before going in.
"Remember all I taught you," Lady Claribel said to Elara. "Good luck," she rubbed her cheek before walking away.
"Enter!" Luciano ordered, and Elara followed behind him.
He took her to the dining room.
"I will fetch Kane," he said and went out again.
"By the goddess," Elara's eyes widened at the beauty of the chamber.
She began setting the table carefully, like Lady Claribel had taught her a few hours ago, and finally, she was done. She stood there waiting for the Alpha to arrive while roaming around the dining room.
Ten minutes later, Luciano returned with Alpha Kane.
"Good evening, Alpha," Elara immediately bowed.
Kane looked at her closely.
"Alpha?" Kane raised his brows.
Elara swallowed, her hands shaking.
"Sorry, my lord!" Elara bit her lips.
Kane ignored her, sat down, and Elara served his meal.
"You must taste each meal," Luciano said, and her eyes widened.
"Huh? I should taste the Alpha's food?" she asked, staring at Kane.
"Yes, go on," Luciano said, and Elara stood there looking confused.
"What are you waiting for?" Kane snapped, and Elara flinched.
"I can't..."
"Taste the meal, Elara," Kane said in a calm voice.
Elara almost smiled at the way he called her name.
"I... I will... taste it," she stammered.
Alpha Kane only stared at her without saying a word.
Elara said a silent prayer and took the spoon, tasting from the first plate.
Her eyes widened; it was like the most delicious food she had ever tasted in days. She went ahead to the second plate.
Like that, she kept on eating, but when she got to the last plate, she lost control of herself and began eating the food hungrily.
Luciano's eyes widened in total shock as he watched her eating like she had never tasted food.
Alpha Kane also couldn't believe his eyes; he gave Luciano a sign to leave.
Elara suddenly looked up to see Kane staring at her.
The spoon in her hand dropped; she blinked her eyes twice and gulped. She immediately wished the ground could just swallow her at that moment.
"Are you done?"
Elara gulped and said nothing...
Kane stood up, and in a second, he covered the space between them.
"How about you begin your second duty?" he smirked...
"Strip, Elara Draven!" he blurted out...
Elara's breathing hitched...
And everywhere went blank.
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I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent—regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family’s shareholders.
But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked.
I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint.
The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I’d crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment.
I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever.
The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom—Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration.
"Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."
7.7
Deidre went to the clinic and learned she was finally pregnant, but her failing heart meant carrying the baby would kill her.
Before she could process the grief, she received an anonymous photo of her husband, Danial, tenderly escorting a heavily pregnant woman into a VIP hospital.
The woman was his cousin, Daria.
Following them, Deidre overheard Danial call her a "sterile decoration," promising to get rid of her while securing a Cayman trust fund for his illegitimate child.
The nightmare only worsened when Daria gloatingly confessed to a horrifying truth.
Daria had stolen the credit for saving Danial in a fire—a heroic act that had actually destroyed Deidre's heart.
Even more sickening, Daria had bribed a doctor two years ago to fake Deidre's ectopic pregnancy, tricking Danial into authorizing the surgery that murdered their perfectly healthy baby daughter.
When a grief-stricken Deidre attacked the murderer, Danial furiously shoved his wife to the ground.
Ignoring her heart spasms and gasps for air, he threw her out into a freezing New York blizzard to die.
Lying in the snow, Deidre's love turned to pure ash as she realized she had sacrificed her body and her child for a blind monster.
But she didn't die that night.
Rescued by Danial's biggest Wall Street rival, Deidre marched into her husband's office the next morning alongside New York's most ruthless divorce lawyer.
"Sign it, or I'll freeze your offshore trust and burn your empire to the ground."
8.3
"Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light."
Evelyn never meant to uncover the truth.
But one question won't leave her mind
What's really on those tapes?
What begins as curiosity drags her into a world of secrets, danger, and a man who is everything she should fear.
Lucas is darkness wrapped in temptation.
Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable.
He warns her away.
He gives her a chance to run.
But Evelyn doesn't.
Because there's something about him that pulls her closer even when every instinct scream to escape.
He's the villain everyone fears.
And the one she can't stop craving.
In a world where nothing is safe and desire is a weapon, Evelyn must decide:
Run from the monster...
or fall straight into his arms.
Because something can be both delicate and violent.
And loving Lucas might be the most dangerous choice she'll ever make.
8.1
The sound of my bone snapping echoed through the bathroom like a gunshot.
Austen didn't even blink as he broke my hand for the ninety-sixth time.
His reason? I was in the shower and missed a call from Joyce, the woman he believes saved his life fifteen years ago.
But the nightmare didn't end there. When Joyce cut her own arm with glass and framed me for poisoning her, Austen didn't check the evidence.
He dragged me to the damp basement and picked up a mechanical drill coated in pure silver.
"This hand threw the vase," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm.
He drilled a hole straight through my palm.
He gave Joyce the precious healing serum for a tiny scratch, while leaving me with permanent nerve damage, claiming my pain was the only way to pay his life debt to her.
He calls this justice. He calls me the villain.
But he is a blind, arrogant fool.
He doesn't know that fifteen years ago, it was me who crawled into that burning car. It was my White Wolf blood that healed him. Joyce just stole the credit when I passed out.
Looking at the smoking hole in my hand, the last ember of love finally died.
I opened my secure server and messaged his sworn enemy, Alpha Dalton.
"I have the fortress blueprints. The price is extraction."
Tonight, his submissive wife dies, and the Architect goes rogue.
8.1
On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes.
She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia."
Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours.
He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity.
But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture."
I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her.
And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm.
Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite.
He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet.
He is wrong.
I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door.
And I changed the groom.
As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears.
The Reaper.
8.6
For two years, I was trapped behind my own eyes, a prisoner in my own skull.
A crazed fan had hijacked my body after a brutal car crash, wearing my skin like a cheap suit.
When my soul finally locked back into my flesh in a cramped hospital room, I realized she had destroyed everything I built.
This parasitic stalker had drained my massive fortune to zero, buying luxury gifts for a mediocre actor and turning me into the internet's most hated woman.
My phone was flooded with death threats, and the hashtag demanding I go to hell was trending at number one.
Even the hospital nurses despised me. One marched into my room, raising her hand to violently slap my pale cheek.
"You psychotic bitch, you make me sick!"
Worse, my sprawling Beverly Hills estate had been foreclosed and sold to a mysterious billionaire named Kasey Dominguez.
I had absolutely nothing left. No money. No reputation. No home.
The sheer violation of watching a psychotic stranger ruin my life while I was locked in the passenger seat of my own mind made my blood boil.
I refused to let her destroy my legacy.
As the nurse's hand descended, my atrophied muscles snapped into action.
I twisted her wrist until the joint popped, grabbed the keys to my freedom, and slipped out into the cold Los Angeles night.
I was going to take my life back, starting with the billionaire who thought he owned my house.