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 5
Chapter 5: Damon Vs Stephen
REBEKKA
This was the first time for the lips of any man to touch mine and it was a strange but exciting feeling.
I let out a moan and my legs weakened as his lips sought more of mine.
More as a reflex, I planted my feet and then pulled away.
As soon as I did that, it was as if the magic was broken, my head turned. I staggered as my eyes danced around.
I felt like I was moving around in circles.
I stumbled.
Damon leaned forward, his strong arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me upright and held me close.
My heart was thumping in my chest, Gosh, he was so close to me, my breasts were almost squished against his masculine chest.
I tried subtly to wriggle myself free but he held me firmly but gently.
He used his left index finger to lift up my face to meet his downwards gaze, "You are mine..."
Gently he leaned forward, his arm still around the small of my back and then he kissed me again.
Holy Lunar!
My body felt like butter that was put on fire, I melted in his arms, all my restraint left me.
I kissed him back, his soft lips mingling with mine with an urgency that spoke more than any word.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" an angry roar boomed out of nowhere.
This time around, I yanked myself away from Damon as terror gripped me.
Even Damon seemed to stiffen up a bit as he looked around.
My hands flew to my lips when I saw a pair of crimson eyes glowing in the dark of the woods. As the eyes left the shadows, the moon light fell on the figure and the blood drained from my face.
"L-, Lord Stephan!" I stammered.
Lord Stephan looked mad, his eyes were glowing like a smoldering flame and he was growling as he approached.
Why was Lord Stephan here? I was panicking as I tried to make sense of what was going on, was it because of the mate bond? Was that what brought him here?
But he rejected me! He clearly said that he did not want anything to do with me... why then was he here and looking at me with such anger, I could not understand.
What the hell was going on?
I looked to Damon, to see his reaction and then my breath caught in my throat.
Damon was smirking!
Why the hell was he smirking mischievously in a situation like this?
He was supposed to be scared out of his mind too, this was the alpha's son!
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Lord Stephan growled.
"I-," I began but then stuttered and began to whimper, taking uneasy steps backwards.
"Stephan... what brings you here?" there was an unnatural calm to Damon's tone.
It was almost like the perfect counter to the anger and rage that Lord Stephan was oozing!
Lord Stephan cocked his head to the side then gave Damon a side gaze, "Get lost before I shift my anger to you." He then looked squarely at me, his eyes still burning with anger.
Why was he so angry? I had no idea, all I knew was that I was scared out of my mind and I was in big trouble.
"Do you take me for a fool?" he asked me.
"No, no, Lord, I don't." I dropped to my knees.
"Get up Rebekka, you don't owe him any explanation," Damon was still standing his ground, he didn't even move an inch despite Lord Stephan's threat.
My legs felt rubbery under me, did this stranger have a death wish?
Lord Stephan let out a long angry sigh then he turned fully to face Damon. "I don't repeat myself..." he said.
My heart was thumping in my chest, what the hell was going on here, were these two men really about to fight because of me?
Me?
What the hell was I?
"That's funny, neither do I." Damon's voice was still calm, no quiver, no stutter... it was as if he was unafraid.
That was not possible, who didn't fear the alpha's son? Maybe he was just being brave... bravery that would lead to his death.
Damon saved my life, I could not allow him to die here.
"Please, Lord Stephan forgive my friend," I crawled towards him, still on my knees and crying. "Please forgive him, please, show mercy."
Stephan looked down at me with disgust on his face, "I can't believe I came all the way out here... for this!"
He looked at Damon then he smirked, "You can go back to your whore!"
He turned around and began to walk off.
I almost choked on a painful breath as I heard that... was that what he thought of me now? Don't tell me he felt the mate bond too and that was why he came to find me?
I was sobbing when I looked up and then my panic returned.
Damon's eyes were smoldering now, he took a step forward.
"Take that back!" His voice was deep and scary.
I got to my feet and ran to him, crying and visibly shaking, "Don't! Don't! Stop!"
Damon calmly and effortlessly pushed me to the side and began walking towards Stephan.
Stephan paused in his tracks and looked back at Damon, he cocked his head up in curiosity, "And if I don't? What exactly are you going to do about it?"
"I will make you!" Damon at this point was standing in Stephan's face and none of them looked like they were going to back down.
Did Damon understand what he was saying? Who he was provoking? I ran to him and began to tug at his shirt seams, "Please, stop, don't do this!"
Stephan looked at me with disgust then looked at Damon, "You should listen to your whore!"
Damon reacted super fast, he swung his right hand and caught Stephan with a blow to the face!
My jaw dropped, I could not believe what just happened.
I ran in between both of them, it was better I died than let this happen! "Forgive him Lord Stephan, please forgive him!"
Stephan staggered back and spat out blood, his eyes looked crazed when he looked up. He let out a low growl... "You are going to regret that!"
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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."