Bound to an Alpha Who Hates Me
I arrived at the Blackwood Pack House as the bride in an arranged marriage, a political pawn meant to secure an alliance with their Alpha, Grayson Wilder.
His family treated me like trash from the moment I walked in. His sister then deliberately sent me to the wrong room-the Alpha's private chambers.
When Grayson found me in his bed, he didn't ask questions. He shoved me to the floor, his eyes glowing with rage as he accused me of being a social climber trying to trap him. His mother and sister watched from the doorway, their faces alight with triumph, ready to see me torn apart.
They had no idea I was there to save them, a secret deal made with the elders to prevent their pack from collapsing. I was the one with the power, hiding my true identity for their sake, yet they treated me like a stray dog who had wandered into their pristine home.
But when he truly looked at me, his rage faltered, replaced by shocked recognition.
He saw a ghost from a past he couldn't remember.
And I knew this war wasn't just for my survival, but for a truth he was terrified to face.
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Chapter 2
Amiyah POV
The darkness was heavy, but for the first time in years, it wasn't cold. It was a living, breathing weight that wrapped around me like a shield.
I was floating in a haze of sleep, drifting on a sea of cedar and ozone. Something hard and warm was pressed against my back, a furnace of body heat that seeped through my thin shirt. A heavy arm was draped possessively over my waist, pulling me flush against a solid chest.
My Inner Wolf, usually a vigilant sentry, was practically purring in the back of my mind. *Mate,* she sighed, curling up in the warmth. *Safe.*
I nuzzled backward instinctively, seeking more of that intoxicating heat. A low, rumbling groan vibrated against my spine—a sound of deep, unconscious contentment.
Then, the world shattered.
*BANG. BANG. BANG.*
The pounding on the door echoed like gunshots.
"Grayson! Gray! Are you in there?" Cassidy’s shrill voice pierced the sanctuary of the room. "I need to speak to you! It's urgent!"
The arm around my waist tightened violently, not in affection, but in sudden, rigid tension. The body behind me went stiff. The peaceful silence of the room was instantly replaced by a suffocating wave of aggression.
I gasped, my eyes flying open just as the man behind me roared.
"What the hell!"
I was shoved—hard. I tumbled off the edge of the mattress, landing on the thick carpet with a thud. Scrambling to my feet, I spun around, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Sitting up in the center of the massive bed was a giant.
Grayson Wilder. The Alpha.
Even in the dim morning light, he was terrifying. His chest was bare, rippling with muscles that were currently tense with rage. His hair was a chaotic mess, and his eyes... his eyes were glowing a predatory gold, the beast within him fighting for control.
He looked at me, and the air in the room dropped ten degrees.
"Who are you?" His voice was a low growl that vibrated in the floorboards. "And why were you in my bed?"
I straightened my spine, refusing to cower, even though every instinct screamed at me to run. My Inner Wolf bristled, offended by his tone.
"I didn't put myself there, Alpha," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. "Your sister directed me to this room. She said it was the guest suite."
Grayson swung his legs off the bed and stood up. He towered over me, radiating power so thick it tasted like metal on my tongue. He stalked toward me, invading my personal space until all I could smell was his scent—angry, spicy cedar.
"You expect me to believe that?" he sneered. "You think I don't know a social climber when I see one? You snuck in here while I was asleep, hoping to trap me into a mating claim."
"Trap you?" I laughed, a sharp, incredulous sound. "You were the one holding *me*, Wilder. You were the one clinging to me like a teddy bear. Your wolf didn't seem to mind my presence at all."
His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking violently. "My wolf," he snarled, stepping closer, "wants to rip out the throat of any intruder. Do not mistake his patience for acceptance."
He reached out, perhaps to grab my arm and throw me out, but he stopped. His hand froze mid-air.
We were close now. Too close. The morning sun sliced through the gap in the curtains, illuminating my face.
Grayson’s gaze locked onto mine. The golden glow in his irises flickered, revealing the stormy gray beneath. He stared at my eyes, his breath hitching in his throat. For a second, the rage vanished, replaced by a look of utter, devastating confusion. It was as if he was seeing a ghost.
"Those eyes..." he whispered, his voice cracking.
My heart skipped a beat. The connection between us pulled taut, a magnetic force urging me to touch him, to soothe the sudden anguish etched on his face.
But just as quickly as it appeared, the vulnerability was walled off. His expression hardened into ice.
"Get out," he commanded, the Alpha tone slamming into me like a physical blow. "Get out of my room. Now."
I didn't wait to be told twice. I grabbed my bag from the floor, shooting him one last look of disdain. "With pleasure."
I marched to the door, yanked it open, and stepped into the hallway.
Cassidy was waiting right there, leaning against the opposite wall with a smirk plastered on her face. She looked from me to the open door, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph.
"Rough morning?" she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "I told you, didn't I? He doesn't like trash in his bed."
I paused, smoothing down my rumpled shirt. I could feel Grayson’s burning gaze on my back from the doorway, and I knew he was listening.
I turned to Cassidy, letting a slow, lazy smile curve my lips. I didn't look like a victim. I looked like a woman who had just learned a very interesting secret.
"Actually, Cassidy, I should thank you," I said, my voice smooth and loud enough to carry into the room behind me.
Cassidy’s smirk faltered. "What?"
I stepped closer to her, leaning in as if sharing a confidence. "I haven't slept that well in years. And you know..." I tilted my head, glancing back toward the Alpha's bedroom before locking eyes with her again. "He's much cuter when he's asleep. Less barking, more cuddling. It seems the big bad Alpha is just a little spoon at heart."
Cassidy’s face turned a delightful shade of purple. Behind me, I heard a low, furious growl erupt from the bedroom, followed by the sound of something heavy smashing against a wall.
"Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways," I whispered to her, winking.
Before she could recover from the shock, I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder and walked down the hall, leaving the stunned sister and the enraged Alpha in my wake.
The war had begun, and I had just won the first battle.
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8.8
My father bailed a violent ex-con out of prison just to force me into a marriage with him. I stood in a filthy Bronx hallway, my Vera Wang gown dragging through the grime, knowing this was the price for my mother’s life. If I didn't marry the man behind the steel door, the wire transfer for her hospital ventilator wouldn't go through the next morning.
The man, a scarred giant named Dock, treated me with cold contempt, telling me he didn't touch things he didn't want—and he didn't want a "Jacobson." I thought I had hit rock bottom, tied to a criminal while my family lived in luxury. But the nightmare was just beginning.
When I tried to return my wedding dress to pay for rent, my sister Janie and stepmother found me. They laughed as security dragged me out of the boutique, calling me a "charity case." When I finally crawled back to our family manor to beg for the money my father had promised, Janie revealed the horrific truth. She had liquidated my mother’s medical trust to fund a waterfront real estate project.
"Get out and let your mother rot," she screamed, throwing a glass of ice water in my face before having guards dump me in the dirt. I knelt on the gravel, wet and bleeding, realizing my own flesh and blood had signed my mother's death warrant for a profit. I had nothing left—no money, no home, and a husband who was supposed to be a monster.
I didn't understand why they hated me so much, or how I would survive the night. But then, a black car screeched to a halt in front of me. Dock pulled me inside, his eyes burning with a lethal coldness I’d never seen in a common thug.
As he wiped the blood from my hands, he picked up a encrypted phone and gave a single command.
"Initiate Project Titan. I want the Jacobson Group insolvent by Friday."
I looked at the man I thought was a broke felon, realizing I hadn't just married a stranger—I had married the most dangerous man in the city, and he was about to burn my family's world to the ground.
9.2
For eight years, I was the perfect, understanding wife. My husband, Gavin, insisted his company retreats were strictly for employees. No spouses allowed. I never questioned it, believing I was supporting his demanding career.
Then I saw a photo from his last ski trip to Aspen. All his colleagues were there, smiling beside their wives. And in the center stood Gavin, his arm wrapped possessively around another woman. She was wearing my blue silk dress-the one he swore I must have lost at the dry cleaners.
My world didn't just crack; it shattered. I discovered that for our entire marriage, he had been living a double life. This woman, Chanelle, wasn't just his mistress. She was his public wife.
She was the one who went on lavish trips to Hawaii and Europe. She was the one introduced to his colleagues and clients. She was even listed as his emergency contact-his spouse-in the official company directory.
I wasn't just the wife he cheated on. I was the wife he completely erased.
But my heartbreak quickly hardened into cold resolve. He was expecting tears and a quiet breakdown. He wasn't expecting me to show up at his company's annual awards gala, marriage certificate in hand, ready to introduce myself to the world he' d hidden from me.
8.3
Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I've returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever.
But Archibald Sanders-the man I was told was a crippled recluse-intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire.
In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I'd cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent-the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares.
How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room?
"I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids."
But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower's security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy-Archibald's secret son-wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald's face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors.
"Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."
9.2
Five years ago, I faked my death in a yacht explosion just to escape my ruthless, controlling husband, Gerald Sinclair. Now, I have returned to Boston as the new Dean of Medicine at St. Jude Hospital.
My only goal was to secretly check on my seven-year-old daughter, Cassidy. But what I saw shattered my heart. She was locked inside a heavily guarded VIP suite like a prisoner, so psychologically broken that she was standing on a windowsill, ready to jump.
Gerald's armed security team treated the hospital like a military base, forcing her to swallow heavy psychiatric pills. When she managed to escape through the air ducts and collapsed into my arms in the courtyard, her small, feverish body trembled violently.
"No! I don't want to go back to the white room!"
She begged me, crying in terror. But because my identity was a secret, I could only watch helplessly as Gerald's security chief tore my own child from my embrace and locked her back in the cage.
I didn't understand why Gerald would rather destroy our daughter's mind than let us go. Was his twisted obsession and need for control worth driving his own flesh and blood to the brink of death?
Now, my cover is blown. Gerald just received the message that I am alive, and he is flying back in a blind rage, freezing my accounts and locking down the entire city to trap me.
But he forgot one thing. I am no longer the helpless wife he backed into a corner. This time, I am taking my daughter back.
7.9
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Ayla has always felt normal, but when a silver-eyed wolf tears through the forest, she discovers powers she can barely control. The wolf inside her hungers, whispers, and fights to take over, and the pack she calls home begin to fear her more than the rogue wolves outside. Ancient symbols begin to surface. Secrets her mother buried resurface.
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