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 4
Chapter 4: Ditch
STEPHAN
"Isn't that low life girl that you kicked out now the one that saved your life, Stephan?" Claude, the son of one of my father's betas asked and laughed loudly.
What?
My eyes narrowed.
I turned back to take another look at the weird girl that just accosted me out of nowhere but she was nowhere to be found, she must have taken off.
Wait, was that the girl that saved my life with her blood? No way... Claude must have been pulling my legs.
"Haha, very funny Claude, you have outdone yourself this time around!" I was not smiling.
Claude looked at me with disbelief, "Wait, don't tell me you don't even know who saved you?" he chuckled.
I stifled a growl, was he being serious right now? I looked back again, in a faint hope that I would catch another glimpse of her but she was gone.
The party was back to full boom now and people were swaying and bobbing to the beat with plastic cups in their hands.
If I saw her again, would I even recognize her? I doubted it.
"Wow, Stephan, that's another level even for you," Claude added.
"Shut your mouth and go get me another drink!" I barked at him.
Claude giggled and then bowed mockingly, "Yes my alpha... to be." He laughed out loud and then ran off.
No one else would have gotten away with that but Claude was like a brother to me, we had been tight since childhood.
"Baby!" a worried voice came from behind.
I turned around.
"I warned you not to go, didn't I? I told you I had a bad feeling about it, now look at you," Vanessa put hands on my face and began turning it from side to side, her eyes wide with worry.
I grabbed her fingers and slowly brought her hands away from my face, "I am fine, okay... good as new, didn't even leave a scar!"
"Liar, let me see!" she pouted.
A naughty sneer formed on my lips, "You just want to see me naked," I said.
"Oh please! Like I haven't already seen it all before," she slapped my arm playfully, "Show me!"
I hiked up my shirt and pointed to my side which had a long lethal injury not so long ago, "See, no scar... Whoever that girl was, her blood healed me up so well."
Vanessa was staring at me and frowning, "Well, whoever she was, I'm sure your dad settled her fairly, you don't have to be drooling about it!"
I sighed and dropped my shirt down, "I'm not drooling!"
If that was really the girl that saved me, then I had fucked up badly with the way I treated her. I needed to remedy that.
"So what happened? How did you get injured," Vanessa was still looking at me, she slowly grabbed and squeezed my hand bringing me away from my thoughts back to the party and her.
"I'm sure you have heard all about it from Sophia and the rest of the gossips you call friends."
"That's not a nice thing to say about my girls," she pouted.
I sneered, "I didn't lie, did I?"
"I want to hear it from you," she said, avoiding the question.
"It was supposed to be a routine hunt but then we were attacked by warlocks, I got injured in the attack."
"Is that all? C'mon Stephan you always do this!"
"What? What more do you want to know?" I raised my hands in gesticulation.
"You are the alpha's son, no ordinary person can give you such an injury, what really happened."
I walked past her then stopped, "I don't know what you want me to say, Nessa. Maybe I got careless."
She nodded, "Maybe you got careless..." she repeated, "Fine, be that way," she turned and bumped into me as she stormed off.
"Hey Nessa," Claude waved as he approached with two plastic cups.
She ignored him and kept walking.
He whistled after her, checking her out before looking at me, he shook his head, "I don't know why they keep coming back, I mean, what do they see in you?"
He handed me a cup.
I took it and downed it quickly, "Was that really her, man?"
"Who? Oh, you mean your savior? Yeah man... that was really her!"
"Damn it!" I clenched my fist, "You should have told me, man!"
"Chill, she is a nobody, why are you getting worked up?"
Claude was right, by her clothes and the way she carried herself, she was a nobody, why was I getting worked up?
"I need to find her, man," I said, handing the empty cup back to him and taking his drink.
He scoffed, then looked at me, his eyes narrowed, "You are serious?"
There was a sudden surge within me and then my heart started beating intently, my breath became labored.
Claude got to me in seconds, "What's wrong man, you are scaring me."
I held onto his shoulder for support, "I have to find her!" I repeated and then pushed him aside and stumbled out of the party.
"Stephan!" Claude shouted after me for a while but when I didn't stop he gave up.
I didn't know what it was, it felt like I was scared, my body was showing symptoms of fear but my mind was telling me that there was nothing around to be scared of, what the hell was going on?
All I knew despite the disconnection between my mind and body was that I needed to find that girl... I could feel it, the answers that I needed lay with her.
A gust of wind blew and with it came a strange scent. I caught a whiff of it, it was feminine, I could tell and I had a strong feeling that it was hers and that it would lead me to her. So I began following it, moving as fast as I could.
I came just in time to see her talking with a tall... handsome gentleman.
I paused in the woods and looked on.
He was standing too close to her, for some reason, it made my blood boil.
"From today, you are mine," he said to her.
Before I could process what that meant, he kissed her under the moonlight!
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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."