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 3
Chapter 3: Claimed
REBEKKA
I let out a short gasp as I felt myself free falling into the nothingness below.
Suddenly I didn't want to die again, whatever it was that I was feeling before, the overwhelming fear of death seized me and I wanted nothing more but to live.
I screamed at the top of my lungs and flailed my hands helplessly, praying and hoping that a miracle would happen.
How could I be so stupid as to think that the way to deal with all the pain and embarrassment was to kill myself?
I didn't want to die, I didn't know what I had to live for but still, I wanted to live, I was not ready to die yet.
"Help me!" I screamed and closed my eyes feeling gravity drive me downwards.
A warm palm closed around my wrist in a tight grip and I suddenly stopped falling.
I opened my eyes, they were still wide with fear as I looked up at my savior.
Looking down at me was a very handsome man.
I could not make out all his facial features because the moon was behind him and casting a dark shadow over his face but I could see the outline of his strong jaw, his long black hair billowing in the breeze and those enchanting blue pupils that looked as if they could see through me.
Effortlessly, he raised me up as he got back up to his feet then he dropped me down on my feet gently.
My legs felt weak and I crumbled to the floor.
He was standing over me, still backing the moon, "That was very stupid..."
His voice was flat, not insulting or demeaning.
"Thank you," I said in a timid voice as I looked down at the grass around me.
"You saved Stephan's life, didn't you?"
I looked up at him.
Did this stranger just address the alpha's only son by his name as if they were equals?
I nodded.
My interest was rising slowly as the adrenaline eased out of my system and left me shaking.
"What is your name, girl?"
"Rebekka," I said and then averted my gaze again.
"Rebekka, tell me, how does someone with a Bloodline such as yours end up as a slave?"
I looked up at him and my brows furrowed.
He cocked his head at me and then he dropped down to the grass too and sat with his legs crossed.
Finally the moonlight hit his face and I saw his full features, high cheekbone, pointy nose and a light stubble. He was incredibly handsome... How did a man like this exist?
"How did you end up as a slave Rebekka?" he asked, staring at me with those probing blue pupils.
"I... was born one," came my timid reply.
He scoffed, "What about your parents?"
"I don't have any," I answered.
Wait, was I having an actual conversation with someone?
This must have been the longest someone has gone talking to me without shouting or uttering some sort of insult.
What was the catch?
I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, surely, it was not possible for someone to be nice to me.
"Your Master," he shook his head, "The doctor, Purcell, he didn't tell you anything about where he found you or who your parents were?"
I shook my head sideways.
He seemed very interested in my origins, the fact that someone was even giving me this type of genuine attention just felt wrong.
I fiddled with my fingers.
"Hmm," he stroked his stubble. "You went from being the slave girl who saved Stephan's life to being the slave girl he rejected as his mate."
Again there was no malice in his voice but that didn't stop my cheeks from burning with embarrassment and my heart aching with pain.
"That's okay, I am glad he rejected you!"
I looked up at him, tears were starting to well up in my eyes, why was he saying this?
He gave me a sexy smile that made my broken heart flutter a little, "From now, you are mine!"
I blinked, "What?"
"I am claiming you as my mate... you are mine!"
Was this some sort of joke? Was this handsome stranger making fun of me?
I got to my feet, then bowed low, "Thank you very much for saving my life, sire, but I have to be on my way now, my master would be worried about me." I started to walk off.
"Are you rejecting me?"
The seriousness in his voice stopped me in my tracks. Was he being serious? "Sire, if this is a joke, please stop it."
"Does it sound like I am joking?" his tone was even much more serious than before and it caught me off guard.
He got up and turned to face me, "Rebekka... Kent right?"
I nodded.
"I am Caleb Chase and I declare you as my mate. From today, you will be under my protection and you will be mine!"
My mouth hung open, I tried to speak but the words didn't just come out.
What the hell was going on now?
I didn't know who this man was but he just saved my life and now he was claiming me as his?
A part of me could not help but think that this was some prank by the pack people to further humiliate me.
"She claims that the alpha's son is her mate but throws herself at the first man that she sees."
I didn't want to believe him, how could I?
He walked closer to me and used the index finger on his left hand to lift up my jaw so that I could look up to him.
He was so close to me, I began to breathe hard and when his finger touched me, I felt a trickle of electricity course through my body.
"From today, you are mine," he said up close, the words washing over me.
I opened my mouth to speak but then... his lips pressed against mine, silencing me!
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7.6
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."