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Alpha's Supremacy [Erotic Stories Compilation]
WARNINGWARNING:/R-18 /MATURE CONTENT/
[Alpha's Erotic Stories]
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Chapter 6
With widened eyes Shintaro and Brit shook their heads in disapproval.
"That's suicide Ken," the mercenary protested, "You can't just take them on by your own."
"Baby you can't do this alone," added the female scientist.
"That's a direct order Shintaro," Ken sternly told his subordinate.
"Alright, I will take her back and I will return to either fight by your side or die with you."
The mercenary helped Brittany to her feet and guided her out of the labyrinth which was located deep underground. Kenshiro Dima'uga also known to his peers by the codename Shaider watched as the two walked out of the lycanthropes lair. With his weapon in his hands he warily stalked the nearest werewolf, unsheathing his kris serrated sword he swings it as the creature caught his scent. The wolf's head plopped to the floor as the humanoid wolf's body dropped towards the opposite direction. With kerosene squirt bottle he poured it over the carcass of the creature and lighted it up with his lighter, hiding nearby among the shadows he aimed his weapon and readied his left index finger at the trigger of his grenade launcher. Soon enough the fire and the scent of burning werewolf caught the attention of the others who immediately padded towards the source. Timing his move Ken fired his grenade launcher exploding the nearest lycanthrope to a ball of flame as he relocated and slapped another phosphorous grenade unto his launcher.
"That's for Brit you filthy monsters," the lone Rim-Cat warrior muttered.
Aiming his FN-SCAR rifle a second time, he fired the weapon's grenade launcher. Ken's aim was sure and true as another werewolf exploded in flames. The remaining four creatures knew something is amiss and tracked the lone mercenary using their heightened smell. Ken withdrew towards the exit. At least in he can put some distance between him and his enemies. The werewolves rushed towards him as he slapped another phosphorous grenade into the launcher and fired at the nearest creature. The werewolf dropped to the ground as smoldering and burning corpse as he fired his 5.56mm weapon at the trio of remaining werewolves. Unhooking his stun grenade, he pulled the pin, and threw it towards his pursuers. Immediately he ran out of the creatures' lair where he was met by a familiar voice.
"KEN! GET DOWN!"
Immediately he dropped to the ground as the remaining werewolves were met by a hail of 5.56mm gunfire from Shintaro, Hitori, and Carlos. Two thumps sounded as the grenade launchers let loose their deadly load of weapon and two werewolves exploded in a heap of flames and burning flesh. The remaining creature stopped dead at his tracks and retreated back towards the deeper part of the lair.
"Glad to see you guys," Ken said to his men as he got up to his feet.
"No, we're glad to see you alive," replied Carlos.
The three surviving mercenary team members walked towards him as Brittany Collins watched safe from a distance inside an S.U.V. She smiled at him knowing he has survived.
"Let us finish this task," said Ken to his men.
"We're with you Major," commented Hitori.
"Didn't I tell you I would fight by your side or die alongside you Ken?"
"Yes you did Shintaro," Ken slapped his shoulder and smiled.
"So are we going to just stand here or are we hunting down some werewolves?"
The four mercenaries looked at one another and let out a chuckle, as they checked their weapons and slapped in fresh magazines and grenades. Carlos took the point as Shintaro watched the rear while the four man team entered the creatures' domain.
"There are two hostiles left but we have to look sharp and none of you better let your guard down," Ken instructed his men.
"Copy that Shaider," replied the three subordinates.
Hitori felt a massive body tackled him, immediately Ken and Shintaro opened fire with their weapons. The 5.56mm of Ken's FN-SCAR rifle and Shintaro's FN-Minimi SAW rounds riddled the werewolf's body, whimpering the creature leaped off into the darkness and ran towards the next corner making a turn disappearing from the mercenary four man team.
"These monsters know that the end for them has come," Kenshiro told his men, "They will fight to their last ounce of strength. Be ready."
Carlos led the team to a turn and cautiously each man watched their surroundings as they felt the chill down their spine knowing that it is them who are now being hunted. As it is in the dance of death, only the strong willed will survive and death will take the one who is weak in his will to live. Ken, Carlos, Shintaro, and Hitori know of this as their will surged into the void and each man is ready for death if it comes.
"I can feel them circling around us Ken."
"I know Hitori, these creatures are not as stupid that one may assume."
The same lycanthrope which attacked before jumped and started to maul Carlos, instinctively the mercenary used his weapon as a shield and jammed the length of his Squad Automatic Weapon at the werewolf's gnashing mouth. Ken fired his weapon and was joined by Hitori and Shintaro. Again the monster started to retreat but this time he did not ran that long. Ken's grenade round found its mark as the creature's body exploded into two sections, each one a smoldering, burning, and flaming carcass.
"Good aim Ken," Shintaro started to laugh.
From the darkness the Alpha Werewolf lunges at the laughing mercenary, caught off guard the claw swiped the man's exposed neck. Shintaro fell to the ground at the sheer weight of the creature as his three companions opened fire at the last remaining monster. Doing the damage it intended the creature retreated into the darkness. The wounded mercenary clutches his throat, mortally wounded as Hitori binded the wound with a bandage from his medical bag.
"Ken," Shintaro wheezed calling onto his commanding officer.
Major Kenshiro Dima'uga stooped to one knee and smiled at his brave companion.
"You know what will happen to me at night fall. Even if I survive this wound, I will become one of them," the wounded man explained, "I want you to grant me one request. I've never asked for anything from you nor anyone else. And I've never complain or muttered in defiance of any order given to me."
"I know Shintaro. What is your request my friend?"
"Shoot me. End this here, let me die with honor than live as one of those creatures."
"Shintaro, we can find a way to cure this," Ken started to argue not wanting to end his brave man's life.
"No Ken, there is no other way. Please, I beg you as a warrior and as a friend. Let me die with dignity and honor."
Ken gazed down to the dark floor of the labyrinth as his mind raced. Closing his eyes he nodded.
"I'll secure the perimeter," said Carlos.
"I'll come with you," seconded Hitori.
The two mercenaries left Ken to do his one final duty to his mortally wounded subordinate. That is to grant Shintaro a loyal, brave, and trustworthy soldier a warrior's death. "It's an honor serving with you Ken," wheezed the wounded mercenary.
"It is my honor living by your side Shintaro."
Shaider closed his fellow mercenary's eyes as he pointed the barrel of his weapon at his head, with tears running down his cheek he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. One shot was fired and he got up to rejoin the remaining members of his team.
"Get out of this lair."
"What was that Ken?"
The two Rim-Cats soldier gave their commander a quizzical look.
"I want to deal with that monster myself."
"Ken that won't be wise," protested Carlos.
"Don't argue with me. If I'm not out within an hour then come down here and finish the job."
Carlos and Hitori looked at each other then return their eyes back to Ken. They realize what he wanted to do. A challenge, a one on one duel between a supernatural monster and a warrior, bred to fight since his childhood.
"We will see you in an hour Ken."
Hitori walked towards the exit.
"Alright, have it your way Major. I will see you outside," Carlos patted his commander on his shoulder as he left him to fate.
Ken took placed his FN-SCAR 5.56mm rifle down, checked that he only have one phosphorous grenade left. He unsheathed his kris serrated sword and his barong leaf bladed short sword. He walked towards the large clear area at the center of the labyrinth and waited for the last surviving werewolf to take up the duel.
"I know you're here. It is me and you now. No one else will interfere. Let us finish this once and for all."
By those words the Alpha Werewolf appeared from the darkness, tall, bulging, muscular beast, and long sharp piercing claws the creature circled around the lone warrior. With the kris in his right hand and the barong on his left, Ken circled counter-clockwise at a ready stance.
"Come on you fucking monster, stop stalling!"
The creature rushed towards him, he sidesteps to the right avoiding a claw swipe as he slash the werewolf's body with his kris. Growling in pain the werewolf circled once again this time standing up onto two legs like a man.
"Hurt doesn't it?"
The taunt was rewarded by an angry growl emitting from the creature as it pounce him. Ken stabs the monster's meaty body, falling to floor, his left leg up as leverage, and with that he tossed the creature over his head as he got back up and faced the monster once more. Bleeding, the werewolf got back up and swiped at his chest with blinding speed. Ken jumped back but the action was a bit late. The monster's claws ripped his body armor's clothing rendering his only protective armor useless. He quickly took it off and relied on his agility and quickness for defense instead.
"That was a smart move, you vile creature."
Rushing once again the werewolf this time was caught by surprise at the warrior's own blinding reflexes, as Ken sidesteps to the left he slashed downward taking off the creature's right foot sending the monster toppling to the floor. The lone mercenary walked towards the creature, as it lashed out with its claws, he sliced the two paws off with both of his blades. With cold shark like eyes, Ken looked at his foe one last time as he swiftly decapitated the wolf's head with a scissor slash at the neck. Letting his swords fall towards the floor beneath him, he unhook his phosphorous grenade, removed the pin, and shoved it down the decapitated body's neck. Gathering his weapons, he walked away as a tremendous explosion rocked the labyrinth, burning the alpha wolf's carcass, and leaving a silhouetted figure making his way towards the exit of the labyrinth were the other survivors of his team waits for his return.
"KEN!"
Carlos, Hitori, and Brittany rushed to greet him as he emerges out of the labyrinth. The beautiful scientist embraced the man whom have saved her life and made her feel wanted. While the two remaining mercenaries clasp his shoulders smiling at their commanding officer.
"It's over."
"Yes Ken," Brittany Collins reassured him, "The nightmare is over."
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9.2
For a thousand years, the city of Crescent Falls has survived beneath the shadow of an ancient savior. Each century, a man is chosen as an offering to Sariyah-the being said to have once driven demons from the world. When Bastion, the man Ember loves, is taken after daring to refuse her, Ember's grief turns into defiance, and she vows to bring him home no matter the cost.
Her search forces her into an uneasy alliance with Orion St. James, a dangerously charming immortal with a violent past and secrets tied to Sariyah herself. Bound together by a magic neither of them wants nor understands, Ember and Orion are drawn into a hidden war beneath the city-one involving cultists, monsters, and an ancient order known as the Watchers.
As Crescent Falls begins to fracture, Ember experiences unsettling visions that hint her bloodline is far more entangled with Sariyah than anyone ever suspected. Strange new powers awaken within her, blurring the line between protector and destroyer, while enemies gather and old loyalties are tested.
With the city on the brink of collapse and unseen forces moving in the shadows, Ember must decide how far she is willing to go to save Bastion-and whether becoming something darker is the only way to stop an evil that has ruled unchallenged for centuries.
Because some thrones are not inherited.
They are taken.
7.3
BLURB
Sophia died hating the man she once loved. Then she woke up ten years younger with a chance to make him pay.
Alexander Sterling destroyed her in ways he'll never remember. Now she'll become the woman he can't forget, and can't have. But he's dreaming of her death. She's planning his downfall. And neither knows they're both pawns in someone else's game.
7.6
A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room.
She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland.
Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror.
Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open.
He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts.
The situation was a complete death trap.
Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts.
Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall.
Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises.
The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled.
As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl.
She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game.
Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man.
"Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you."
With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.
7.8
I thought I had found my savior in Alpha Camron after my adoptive family was brutally slaughtered.
But as I lay chained to the damp dungeon wall, my inner wolf silenced by silver poison, he sneered and rejected me.
"Did you really think I loved you? You were just a dumb, loyal dog."
He confessed that he had orchestrated my family's murder to frame Lycan King Asher.
Blinded by his lies, I had plunged a silver blade into Asher's heart—the only man standing in Camron's way to the throne.
My step-sister Erica then arrived to deliver the final, crushing blows.
"He was your true fated mate, Ella," she whispered with sadistic glee. "He loved you so much he retracted his aura, leaving himself defenseless so you wouldn't get hurt killing him."
Worse, she laughed at my swollen belly, revealing the baby I carried wasn't Camron's. He had paid a filthy Rogue to defile me in the dark.
The man I murdered was the other half of my soul, and the monster I trusted had destroyed everything I loved.
My heart simply gave out, drowning in an abyss of pure agony and hatred.
Opening my eyes again, the stench of burning flesh was gone.
I was back in my attic bedroom on my fifteenth birthday.
Today was the day my evil stepmother would start her deadly plot.
This time, I would tear them all apart.
7.4
Helena woke up in a sheer silk slip, trapped inside the romance novel she had read the night before.
She was the doomed villainess.
And she had just executed the most pathetic plot in the book: hiding in the closet to seduce her cold, ruthless legal guardian, Hayward.
It was the exact move that got the original Helena thrown out on the street to die.
"Helena, your time is up. Get out."
Hayward's freezing voice came from the other side of the door.
He didn't just reject her. He threatened to strip her of her trust fund and permanently lock her in a psychiatric ward.
Everyone in the massive estate despised her, treating her like trash.
To force her to break, Hayward exiled her to the company's worst design department, a graveyard for corporate failures.
At the same time, her innocent step-sister, the novel's female lead, was being cornered and harassed by a predatory manager.
Helena was suffocating under the original owner's ruined reputation.
She was surrounded by hostile eyes, everyone just waiting for her to throw a tantrum and completely self-destruct.
Why should she be forced to pay the ultimate price for the original villain's deadly mistakes?
Instead of screaming or begging, Helena wrapped herself in an oversized coat and played the perfect, submissive lunatic to survive.
She completely flipped the script and took the terrified female lead under her wing.
When that manager tried to lay a hand on her new sister, Helena didn't hesitate to crush his foot with her stiletto.
7.2
A vampire-witch hybrid who sees her immortality as a curse, and a werewolf doomed to die young...
Katharina Haven has outlived countless empires, drifting through the centuries until even existence itself felt hollow. To her, immortality is nothing but a gilded prison, so she began to search for a way to escape it.
Yet answers continue to elude her.
Until the night a tiny, bleeding wolf pup collapses on her doorstep.
Xander Moonstone is no ordinary werewolf.
Afflicted by an ancient bloodline curse, he shrinks into a helpless pup on full moons, suffering agony that will eventually kill him long before his prime. Katharina saves him on impulse, unaware that from that moment-or perhaps long before-their fates had already begun to entwine.
But when her "little creature" unexpectedly shifts into a full-grown man in her arms, the fragile trust between them shatters and believing she'd been deceived, she drives him out.
Fate, however, is not so easily severed.
On the next full moon, Xander returns to her, bleeding and dying. And Katharina, against all logic, saves him again.
As she digs deeper into his condition, she uncovers the truth behind his curse... and also learns that a cure demands an unforgiving price.
To save him, she must die in his place.
For a woman who longs for either mortality or death, and a man fighting desperately to extend his fleeting life, their love may be the cruelest curse of all.