Bride Of The Beast
"Bride by day, prey by night."
When Raven Dierna's forced to pose as a bride for Caravia's feral wolf prince, Eilís. He thinks it's a death sentence. But Raven's caught in a brewing storm between humans and werewolves with Eilís's dark half, lurking in the shadows. As Raven navigates the treacherous royal court, hiding his true sex and avoiding deadly secrets, he finds himself entangled in Eilís's struggle. Raven's survival hinges on his wits and the forbidden pull between them.
Eilís Caravia, a werewolf prince, grapples with the beast within, torn between duty and desire as family pressures mount and Caravia's stability hangs by a thread. Forced to wed a human, Eilís finds himself entangled in a web of forbidden attraction and deadly secrets. As alliances shift and loyalties are tested, Eilís must confront his dark half, and make a choice that could save or shatter his kingdom and his heart.
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Chapter 4
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RAVEN
I stumbled back in shock, my eyes widening in fear, how did he figure that out? What gave it away? My gears hit overdrive, the pain in my neck now so far beneath my worries. I optioned for denial.
"I'm female, my prince, where is this coming from?" At this rate, with the way my heart beat increased I wasn't far from dying from a heart attack. I was praying he found it convincing.
He growled, the sound menacing. I immediately knelt down and bowed my head.
"Forgive me my prince and tell me my sin so I may atone for it."
He scoffed, going down on his knees next to me. "Why don't I confirm myself." Fisting my hair with his left hand, he jerked my head up. I gasped, wincing in pain as strands of my hair pulled out.
With his right hand, prince Eilís flipped up my gown, his hand going underneath.
I could feel his hand sliding up my thigh as we stared at each other, his gold eyes burning. My body was frozen, the fear holding me down, my limbs locked and refusing to move.
His hand reached my groin, my face flaming when he took hold of my cock beneath the underdress.
"I'll ask again, what's your gender?"
"Male." I gasped when he squeezed to the point of pain.
"Do you realize what you've done? Do you know what the punishment of your deceit will be?"
His voice was eerily calm as he asked, it added to my fear, it was like the calm before the storm.
"Let me answer that for you, it's death...death by hanging."
His hand tightened on my shaft. I groaned in pain, tears dropping down my face as I blinked. "I plead for mercy."
He laughed, the sound maniacal.
He sounded different from the man who'd promised not to hurt me or touch me without my permission.
He released my hair, his hand going to my dress. He yanked, sending the sapphires tumbling and the gown ripping. I gasped again at the sight of his large hand between my thigh, his eyes followed mine and a twisted smile appeared on his lips.
"That's a pretty sight." He licked his lips. At that moment my limbs decided to unlock. I scrambled up in an attempt to run.
He hauled me back by my waist, pushing me to the bed and laying atop me as I tried to fight him off.
He moved back, holding me down with his left hand on my neck.
I struggled to breath and at the same time tried to remove his hand from my throat.
He ripped what remained of my clothes leaving me bare with nothing to cover.
"A gorgeous sight indeed."
"I thought you preferred females." I asked in between gasps.
"A misconception on your part, why would I choose when I can have the best of both worlds?"
He collected saliva from his mouth, once again wrapping his hand around my cock. He jerked up and down, repeating the motion without stopping. I gasped in disbelief as a sharp burst of arousal made me arch upwards, still in disbelief I hesitated in my struggle as I watched my cock rise in response to his stimulation.
He let go, collecting another drop of saliva as he spread my thighs with his knees between mine. This time his fingers went to my hole, gently caressing it before pushing in a finger.
I renewed my vigour, thrashing on the bed and tearing at him in a desperate attempt to escape as the sparks of pain increased. I could feel when he added the second and third finger, the pain doubling as I sobbed, still not giving up in my escape attempt.
He pegged something inside me and I arched up involuntarily as pleasure raced up my spine, the pain disappearing in an instant.
He mercilessly continued, targeting that particular spot that turned me into a mumbling mess as my brain attempted to get used to the new sensations wracking my body.
My body reacted traitorously, heat flaring even as my mind screamed no.
I moaned and gasped, my body moving on its own, chasing the curve of his fingers in my ass so it relentlessly pressed against that pleasure spot. I felt high with the new found pleasure I was receiving.
He removed his fingers much to my body's disapproval and unbuttoned his trousers. The sight of him taking out his cock jolted me back to my current predicament. He was long and thick, the crown leaking as he stared at my hole in what was akin to anticipation.
"You promised not to touch me." I said in a last attempt to reason with him.
"I never made that promise, Eilís did."
"You're Eilís!" I shouted, taking in bursts of deep breaths when his hand released slightly from my throat.
He smirked at me as he pushed in. "I guess I am."
I screamed.
This wasn't Eilís anymore. This thing looked through his eyes, but it wasn't him.
"It hurts," I said, grabbing at his wrist where it rested next to my hip and digging in my nails as if for revenge. "It feels like you're tearing me apart."
He checked to be sure, pulling his cock out the three inches he'd managed to insert it before shaking his head. "No blood. You're fine."
I gaped at him.
Then with a grin, he thrust forward, pumping his cock into me straight down to the root. His balls, slapping against my ass.
I was crying and now both my hands were struggling to shove his shoulders and push him away.
"Breathe through it," he instructed calmly. "You got this."
"I fucking do not!" I ground my teeth. "I also fucking hate you!"
"You hate my cock," he corrected, "but that'll change in a minute. Trust me."
He gave a tentative roll of his hips.
A long, drawn-out moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
He smirked and resituated himself so that he was holding himself up on his forearms at either side of my head.
With no other warning but that, he gave into his nature.
His cock pounded into me over and over again, pummeling my insides with rapid strikes. On each inward thrust he buried himself as deep as he could go.
I screamed beneath him, eventually wrapping my arms around his neck for purchase as my body was forced into the bed.
My dick was caught between us, being rubbed against the trail of wiry black hairs that led down from his navel to my swollen cock.
I was digging my nails into his shoulders and gasping by his ear.
My thighs squeezed around his waist.
"Come for me," he ordered, bending down to deliver a possessive kiss, biting hard on my bottom lip at the end.
Maybe it was the inkling of pain, or me simply liking to be dominated.
Either way, one of those things shoved me over the edge, and in the next instant, I was crying out, my trapped cock spurting between us.
I twitched, eyes rolling back and my mouth parting on a silent scream.
He came, driving his cock into my hole one final time and keeping himself there.
As my eyes closed, the stress wearing me down, Eilís's twisted smile lingered, his breath whispering against my ear, "The fun is just beginning."
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7.2
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A year ago, he kissed his duo partner, Justice, only to be met with violent disgust. Justice shoved him away and dry-heaved in the rain, looking at him like a monster.
Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life.
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Instead of an ambitious climber, Justice played the perfect, pathetic victim. He cowered, trembled, and acted terrified whenever Clifton was near.
He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain.
During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand.
Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff.
Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal.
If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him?
Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride?
Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers.
"He's asking if you are in love with me."
Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
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7.2
SYNOPSIS:
"I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight, you'll scrub mine."
Elara Vance has always been the pride the Republic until she ran away from home, fell in love with Greene Jones, a man who treated her like dirt and discarded her like she was never the girl the entire Republic feared because of her strong dominating pheromones.
Now she's back after twelve years to serve revenge to Greene Jones like a hot dish in a way that he will pay for every act meted out on her for twelve years. But things wasn't going to go as planned as she meets Silas, the handsome bulky head of her father's security but a recessive omega of her past that she has totally forgotten but now wears a new stance as her bodyguard, recognized by the entire republic as an Alpha, and her perfect chosen mate, Calvin; ruining the comeback and revenge she planned out for herself and now she has to think about saving and claiming her mate, Silas while navigating and protecting the seat meant for her.
The real question becomes; will Calvin ever allow her take all it took him twelve years to build?
THEME: The true definition of power. Is it found in the biological dominance of an Alpha, or in the resilience of an Omega who survived in the lion's den?
8.2
Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon.
But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed.
The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar.
"Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature."
Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread.
But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside.
9.5
When sarcastic, caffeine-addicted Omega River Quinn is forced to return to his hometown, Wolfwater Ridge for his brother's mating ceremony, he expects awkward family dinners and weird small-town vibes. What he doesn't expect is to be claimed as the fated mate of the new Alpha, Rowan Blackthorn his high school enemy and the same guy who once locked him in a janitor's closet for "talking too much."
Now, River has to navigate a mate bond he never asked for, dodge pack politics, and try not to fall for the half-naked Alpha who's suddenly very interested in "bonding rituals." But as secrets unravel and ancient magic awakens, River realizes there's more to Rowan and to himself that meets the eye.
And if he doesn't figure it out soon, it won't just be his heart on the line. It'll be the entire pack.
7.2
I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber.
Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle.
To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl.
Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness.
But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure.
When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral.
He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me.
He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed.
"I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again."
He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me.
I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed.
I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result.
But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded.
The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes.
My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.