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 6
Chapter 6: No Consequences
REBEKKA
It was as if time stood still in that moment and I felt every strained second of it.
I wished the earth would just open up and swallow me. How could Damon do something like that? I looked from him to Stephan and then back to him again.
Did he realize what he just did? It did not look like it did, if he did, he should be shaking in fear and pouring out apologies instead of standing his ground and getting ready for a fight.
Damon's eyes narrowed as he watched Stephan, the way a wolf watches its enemy.
Stephan growled once more, the crimson in his eyes glowing more fiercely. He bared his teeth, "Mark my words... you are going to regret this!" he turned and then he stormed off.
"Lord Stephan," I was propelled forward before I could even think. I needed to go after him, I ended up pleading with him, to explain that it was an accident and that Damon never meant to do that.
A strong hand caught a hold of my arm and held me back.
"Let him go, Rebekka..."
I turned around, my eyes were wide with surprise and confusion, "What are you saying? Do you just realize what you just did?" my voice trembled.
My heart was beating so violently in my chest, I was surprised that I was even able to let words out of my mouth.
"Let go of me, I have to go and beg him!" I yelled.
Damon's grip on my arm remained, "You are making a bigger deal out of this than it is."
I turned my head sharply to look at him again, my eyes were wide with disbelief, maybe I did not hear him right, "You just punched the son of the alpha... the heir to this pack right in the face!" my voice shot up a pitch.
"And?" Damon shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
I let out a gasp of disbelief, "Do you have a death wish?" my voice dropped to being barely above a whisper.
My legs felt weak, the flight was out of my system, even if I wanted to now, I had no energy left to pursue after Lord Stephan. This was it, I was done for. My life was over.
"You are worrying too much about this, Rebekka. I told you, it is not a big deal. Stephan is not going to do anything!"
I looked up at him again, this time around, I felt a pang of fear and concern. Maybe I had this all wrong, maybe this Damon guy was simply crazy.
I don't think he has understood a single thing that I said. If he did, he certainly would not be referring to the alpha's son so casually.
"You should flee, you should leave the Half-Moon pack tonight!"
Damon scoffed and then smiled, "I am not going anywhere."
I yanked my arm free from his grasp, "Don't you get it, I am trying to save your life. You saved mine, please let me save you, leave! Tonight!"
"I am not going anywhere... There is no way that I am running from that boy."
That Boy?
Was this guy serious? No... he must be crazy.
"Listen to me Rebekka, you need to calm down, okay. Nothing is going to happen. I told you, you are mine from now henceforth, I am going to keep you safe, Stephan would not do anything."
My head felt woozy and I almost stumbled off my feet. "You are insane!" I said before I could stop myself.
Damon smiled sympathetically, "Don't worry, it is all going to be fine, okay?"
"Nothing is going to be fine... you punched Lord Stephan in the face, there are going to be consequences!"
"Oh come off it, I don't fear him!" Damon said dismissively.
"What about me? Have you thought about that? What about me?" my voice broke as tears began to stream down my cheeks.
"Rebekka..." his deep blue eyes showed concern as his deep voice softened.
"Have you thought about me? I am the one he was angry at... I am the one he knows, you can just run away and be safe but what about me? Do you care at all about my misery?"
"Rebe..."
I cut him off before he could even start, "Or is this all some game to you? It is a game, isn't it? You don't care how much you make me suffer so long as you get to have some fun."
I shook my head and sniffled.
All this while I had been bothering myself with him, trying to repay him back in what little way that I could for saving my life but it seemed that I was worried about the wrong person the entire time.
What about me? I had nowhere to run to? No one to run to, nobody was going to save me from Lord Stephan's wrath, I was as good as dead.
Could this day get any worse? At this point I was even afraid to ask because no matter how bad of a situation I found myself in, somehow it managed to get worse.
From being rejected to almost killing myself because of heartbreak only to be saved by Damon.
A man I considered my savior, the man who gave me my first kiss and then he took everything away when he attacked Stephan, what even possessed him to do something so reckless?
I stiffened when I felt his warm palms on my shoulders. The tears were still flowing down my cheeks freely.
"I want you to listen closely to what I am about to tell you, Rebekka, okay? I am not going to let anything happen to you. I told you, you are mine. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."
I could sense that he meant well but at this point, his well wishes were in vain, I pushed his hands off my shoulders, "There is nothing that you can do for me now!"
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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."