BLOOD BOND: TIED TO MY ALPHA
She saved his life.He rejected her as his mate.
Rebekka is a slave girl born into the bloodshed of the Hex Wars. She'd long accepted she'd die in chains-until she pulled Alpha heir Stephan from the brink of death, only for him to cast her aside like she was nothing.
That's when Damon finds her. Dark, fiercely possessive, with a past buried in secrets, he's the first person to ever protect her. The first to see her as more than a slave. He says she belongs to him.
But Stephan is back, rabid to win her back. Her fated mate will burn the world down for a second chance, and the unbreakable blood bond between them tugs at her with every breath.
Torn between the man bound to her by blood, and the man who gave her a reason to live, her choice will make or break the war.Does she come out of this alive or does the forces against her succeed in claiming her power for themselves as the war reaches its climax.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Save Your Heir
REBEKKA
Activity was bustling in the clinic as I held my mop close to my chest and weaved through the crowd to make my way over to the bedside of one of the pack warriors who had just vomited blood on the tiled floor.
I put the mop down and cleaned up the mess and was about rinsing it free when I heard my name.
"Rebekka! Get over here!" Doctor Purcell yelled as he struggled to hold down a combative patient.
I dropped the mop and the bucket and ran over to him, "Yes, Master!"
"Hold him down, I need to pull out all these shards!" He commanded.
The man on the table eyed me wickedly as I tried to hold his hands down by his side, with a little shake he sent me stumbling backwards and I fell to the floor.
I wasn't even strong enough to hold down an injured pack warrior.
"Get out of the way, mutt!" a vicious voice called out to me.
I stiffened and looked up, shifting out of the way quickly.
The man that spoke to me, along with two other men, were covered in blood and were pushing a gurney hurriedly into the pack clinic.
On the bed was the most handsome man I had ever seen!
He was shirtless and covered in blood but even that did not dampen how hot he looked.
I felt a tightness in my chest as I gawked at him as I got to my feet, Who the hell was that?
The initial excitement was replaced by a wave of fear, when I saw his injuries. Why was he bleeding so much? I didn't think I had seen so much blood in my life.
I felt sick.
I just stood there as he was wheeled in and Doctor Purcell left the patient he was treating to give all his attention to the hot injured man that was just brought in.
I shook off the fear and confusion, I was in a clinic and one day I was hoping I might be able to work here as a doctor, I should not be scared of the sight of such blood or injury.
I went about my normal duties of cleaning up after patients and changing soiled sheets.
Later that evening, as I was returning from a supply run, I saw a line forming up outside the clinic.
What was this about?
"Excuse me miss, please why are you lining up here?" I asked the last lady on the line.
She eyed me head to toe and then smirked, "Are you sure that you are in this pack at all?"
She looked at my uniform, "How can you work in the clinic and have no idea what is going on?"
I was caught off guard by her aggression, "What is going on?" I asked innocently.
She rolled her eyes at me, "If you are so curious, go to the town square!" she replied.
I left her side and made my way over to the town square, today had just been weird.
Firstly, we got a huge influx of pack warriors, it looked like they had been in some kind of fight or battle, with whom I had no idea.
We were not through dealing with that and now there was a line forming up outside the clinic, was some rare disease going around?
The voice of the alpha's messenger boomed loudly and interrupted my thoughts, "Loyal members of the Half Moon Pack, today, your heir, the son of the great alpha Michael needs your help. He has been poisoned with wolfsbane by devious witches and is near death!"
I gasped in shock, the alpha's son was dying? How? Where?
Something pinged in my brain and I remembered the young sexy man that was rushed in by those three menacing men.
Could that be the alpha's son? My heart began to thump in my chest.
"He has a rare blood type and as such we need to find a donor for him or else he will die. Save your heir's life... go to the clinic now and get tested, there awaits a huge reward for whoever shall save his life!"
Before I could finish processing what I had heard, I was already running back to the clinic to join the line. How could I be aspiring to be a doctor like Master Purcell in the future and yet allow the alpha's son to die under my nose?
I couldn't let that happen, I doubted that a low born like me would amount to any good but I was determined to do my best to save his life.
I joined the queue and waited impatiently for my turn.
Kaitlin glared at me when it was her turn to draw my blood, "What the hell do you think you are doing here?"
"Please test me," I said and bowed curtly.
"What good could your blood be to anyone?" she added. "Next!" she shouted, looking past me.
"Please test me, Kaitlin, please!" I refused to bulge.
"Get away mutt, you are holding up the line!" the man directly behind me shouted.
I winced but didn't bulge, "Please Kaitlin," I pleaded.
Doctor Purcell came over with an annoyed look on his face, "What's the matter here?"
"Dad, Rebekka joined the queue!" Kaitlin ratted off.
Doctor Purcell eyed me then looked at his daughter, "Just test her, this is urgent."
"But..." she began to protest.
"Just do it and be done with it," he cut her off.
"Give me your hand!" She said in annoyance.
Kaitlin jabbed me with the needle and drew my blood, I winced in pain, looked like she did it intentionally to hurt me.
She put a drop of it on the yellow Stardust leaf and then gasped when it turned deep red. "Dad!" she yelled.
I looked from the leaf to her face, "Please, what is going on?"
Doctor Purcell ran over, as soon as he saw the red leaf his eyes widened and he looked at me, "You are a match!"
Before I could show my surprise, two guards moved forward and grabbed me and led me into the clinic to a room and a bed, adjacent to me was the alpha's son, Lord Stephan.
Everything happened so fast. One minute I am getting tested and the next I am being laid down and prepped.
The last thing I remembered before passing out was the drip being hurriedly fixed into my left hand and then everything faded into blackness.
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The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
8.2
When she left the cold, controlling man she loved five years ago, Isabella left behind more than just a shattered marriage. Now that she has returned to the city as a prosperous businesswoman, she has a little son who is actually the CEO's heir.
Alexander, the strong CEO she previously married, promises to discover her secrets when he learns of her return. However, what he discovers shocks him: a woman who is no longer weak and submissive, and a child who bears his blood.
Isabella and Alexander are drawn back into a perilous game of love, power, and retaliation as adversaries circle and secrets come to light. Will pride ruin their second opportunity, or can they confront the truth?
8.3
Elara gave up everything for love...her trust, her inheritance, her future. But the two people she trusted most, her husband and her best friend, destroyed it all with a betrayal so cruel it left her shattered.
Just when she thought she had nothing left, a stranger emerged from the shadows. Only Axel was no stranger at all. He was her Ex-husband's Nemesis.
Cold-blooded, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed with her.
With one careless signature on a contract, Elara becomes bound to Axel, a man whose name inspires fear, whose touch ignites her, and whose secrets threaten to unravel her very reality. He carries scars that hide darker truths and a hunger for her that blurs the line between protection and possession.
Soon, she realizes the betrayal was only the beginning. The truth waiting in the shadows is far more dangerous than she ever imagined.
In a world where trust is a weapon, Elara must decide: with Axel by her side, will she surrender to his dark side and become the villain in her own story or will she rise from the ashes and burn her enemies to the ground?
7.2
Isabella, an erotica writer, is introduced to a new life of seductive highs and unanticipated heartbreak when she meets billionaire Dominic, transforming her fiction into seductive reality.
Both Dominic King and Isabella Heyes are unable to resist their smoldering connection from the first time they meet at a charity reading event. But when the two begin to explore each other's sexual desires while continuing to deepen their intimacy outside of the bedroom, what initially starts off as casual becomes into more. Coming from two different worlds, it was unexpected, but they are certain that it will ultimately be worthwhile to take the chance for love. Oh, and something else that caught them off guard? Three months after their wedding and with a baby on the way, Dominic vanished in Brazil.
8.3
For three years, my billionaire husband Bronson treated me like a fragile glass doll. The media said he worshipped me, but his love felt more like a suffocating collar as we struggled with infertility.
The day I finally got a positive pregnancy test, I wanted to surprise him. Instead, I opened his hidden safe and found a commercial surrogacy contract.
He had secretly bought another woman to carry his child, and she was already seven weeks pregnant.
When I confronted him and threw my wedding ring on his desk, his perfect husband mask shattered. He claimed he did it to "protect" my weak body. When I demanded a divorce and walked out, he systematically cut off my air supply. He froze my credit cards, drained my personal trust fund, and blacklisted me across the entire entertainment industry.
"She'll last forty-eight hours before she's crying on her knees."
Standing penniless in the freezing rain, I pressed a hand to my flat stomach. If he found out about the baby inside me, he would use it as an unbreakable chain to lock me in his cage forever. I couldn't let him win.
With nowhere left to run, I called an old co-star who had mysteriously vanished from Hollywood years ago.
Gardner Whitfield wasn't an actor anymore; he was a ruthless corporate predator. He slid a contract across his desk, offering to forge me steel wings to tear Bronson apart.
"Sign this, and you become my exclusive property for five years."
Without hesitating, I picked up the pen.
9.5
Eight days after my c-section, my husband left me and our hungry, premature newborn alone.
He rushed to his manipulative ex-girlfriend, Cassidy, who was faking another one of her "panic attacks," just as he always did.
His obsession with "saving" her had already caused our son's premature birth. This time, it got him killed.
In a jealous rage, Cassidy slammed her car into us, and my baby was gone.
But when I woke up in the hospital, Kevin was protecting her, not me.
He told me it was an accident, that her diagnosed mental illness made her not responsible. He even had our son cremated without my consent, erasing all the evidence.
He begged me to forgive them, to let it all blow over so we could be a family again.
I looked at the man who had destroyed my life and smiled.
"I called the police, Kevin," I said, showing him my phone. "And that medical certificate you're holding? It's a fake."