Claimed By My Possessive Billionaire Alpha Boss
As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."
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Chapter 2
Fallon POV
I stood in the doorway, paralyzed not by the sight of their tangled, naked bodies, but by the suffocating stench in the room. The scent of their intertwined lust was like rotting flowers and sour musk, a heavy, sickening cloud that completely overpowered the faint, natural smell of wild lilies I worked so hard to keep in my home. It was a visceral, olfactory betrayal that turned my stomach far more violently than the visual shock.
They scrambled apart like roaches caught in the light. Dan practically threw himself backward, frantically grabbing at the tangled bedsheets to cover his groin. His face was pale, his eyes wide with pure, unadulterated terror.
Laura, however, was different. After her initial gasp of shock, she pulled a pillow over her chest. As she looked at me, the panic in her eyes melted away for a fraction of a second, replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk. A fleeting look of triumph.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just stood there, my bare feet rooted to the hardwood floor, staring at them with a cold, analytical detachment. My fingers gripped the cold aluminum of the baseball bat so tightly my knuckles ached.
"Fallon," Dan choked out, his voice cracking. He stumbled forward, ignoring the fact that the sheet had slipped, leaving him exposed. "Fallon, baby, wait. It's not what it looks like. It was just a mistake. A stupid, meaningless one-time mistake."
As the words left his mouth, his right eyebrow twitched upward. It was a nervous tic he had whenever he lied—a quirk I used to find endearing when he was trying to hide a surprise gift. Now, it was just pathetic.
I took a deliberate step back and raised the bat, pointing the metal tip directly at him. The sheer proximity of his tainted scent made my throat close up.
"Don't touch me," I said, my voice eerily steady, devoid of any tremor. "Once is enough."
Dan froze, his hands raised in a placating gesture. The realization that his usual charm wasn't going to work sparked a desperate, ugly panic in him. His survival instinct kicked in, and he immediately looked for a scapegoat.
He whipped his head toward Laura, pointing an accusing finger at her. "It was her! She threw herself at me, Fallon! She seduced me while you were at work!"
The fragile alliance between the cheaters shattered instantly. Laura’s face twisted in outrage. She dropped the pillow, no longer caring about modesty.
"Seduced you?" Laura shrieked, her voice grating against my ears. "You spineless coward! You've been crawling into my bed for months! Ever since you moved into this townhouse, Dan!"
"Shut up, Laura!" Dan roared, his face flushing a dark, ugly red.
He turned back to me, opening his mouth to spin another lie, but I didn't let him. I stepped forward and pressed the cold, hard end of the baseball bat firmly against the center of his bare chest. He gasped, his back hitting the edge of the mattress.
"Whether it's once or a hundred times, the result is exactly the same," I said, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "But you were the one who put a ring on my finger, Dan. You were the one who made a promise to me. The blame is on you."
I didn't wait for his response. The absolute truth of their months-long deception settled over me like a shroud of ice, freezing whatever love I had left for him. I lowered the bat, turned my back on the pathetic scene, and walked out of the bedroom.
I moved mechanically, descending the wooden stairs in silence. When I reached the foyer, I grabbed the small overnight suitcase I kept packed for last-minute business trips and the heavy leather briefcase containing my work for Cain Industries. This space, once my sanctuary, now felt like a contaminated crime scene.
Just as my hand wrapped around the brass knob of the front door, the screaming upstairs escalated.
"You ruined everything!" Dan bellowed, the sound echoing down the stairwell. "Did you know she was coming back early today? Did you set this up, Laura?!"
"No! I swear I didn't!" Laura sobbed, though the memory of her wicked smirk flashed in my mind.
Dan's accusation echoed in my head. *Did you set this up?*
The thought that my own cousin might have orchestrated this entire agonizing discovery made the betrayal infinitely darker. It wasn't just infidelity; it was a malicious, calculated attack.
I didn't hesitate for another second. I turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped out into the cool evening air, pulling the door firmly shut behind me.
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7.0
Eight years ago, Alaina forced herself to say the most vicious, heartless things to break up with her fiercely loyal college boyfriend, protecting him from his billionaire family's wrath.
Now, she is a top maxillofacial surgeon, and Jarred Mcknight has returned as the ruthless CEO of Wall Street's most powerful corporation.
Their worlds collide in the ER, but Jarred isn't alone. He is accompanying his rumored heiress fiancée.
His eyes are pure ice. He treats Alaina with a suffocating, clinical detachment, fiercely protecting the heiress from Alaina's medical examination. The professional slap in the face shatters Alaina's heart all over again.
Later, at an exclusive restaurant, Jarred catches Alaina on a miserable, forced blind date. Still believing she left him for money and status, he publicly mocks her for working herself to the bone just to climb the ladder.
Her sleazy date, humiliated by the billionaire's sheer dominance, turns his bruised ego on Alaina. On the dark street outside, the lawyer aggressively grabs her arm, trying to force himself on her.
Alaina thought Jarred despised her. She thought he had completely moved on, leaving her to drown in the memories of the future they never had.
But why did Jarred suddenly explode from the shadows like a lethal predator, brutally snapping the lawyer's wrist just for touching her?
Pinning her trapped against the cold brick wall, Jarred's dark eyes burn with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness.
"Is this the kind of garbage you date now?"
The eight years of separation mean nothing. The billionaire hasn't let her go, and this time, there is no escape.
7.8
Helen was finally brought back to the luxurious Gallagher estate as their long-lost blood relative.
But her new family didn't welcome her; they looked at her with undisguised disgust.
The matriarch mocked her stench of poverty, while her step-sister Candice treated her like a feral animal. The patriarch, Fredy—who had built his empire by betraying Helen's mother—tried to break her spirit. He blackmailed Helen into attending a high-society gala by threatening to cut off her grandmother's medical funds.
At the gala, Candice squeezed into a diamond-encrusted gown, desperate to seduce the guest of honor, Damian Montgomery. Damian was the most powerful man in New York, and he was currently tearing the city apart looking for a mysterious woman named Jane.
Overhearing this, a sick, greedy smile spread across Candice's face. She planned to impersonate Jane to claim Damian's wealth and completely crush Helen under her heel.
"Hide in the corner tonight. Don't you dare try to speak to anyone important!"
They all thought Helen was just a helpless, uncultured country girl they could easily manipulate and step on to secure their stolen legacy.
What they didn't know was that Helen was the real Jane. She was the lethal shadow who had saved Damian in the woods, shattered his grip, and robbed his highly guarded vault just the night before.
Helen calmly adjusted her simple black dress and stepped into the ballroom, ready to tear their stolen world apart.
8.4
Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York.
To them, she was just a shameful charity case.
The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash.
When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious.
Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition.
In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food.
They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile.
They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty.
They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly.
They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley.
What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun?
Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone.
Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull.
As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.
7.0
Eleanore thought her fiancé, Johan, was her only salvation after her family went bankrupt.
But at a high-society gala, he handed her a drugged glass of water. As the unnatural heat burned through her veins, the horrific truth hit her. Johan had isolated her and controlled her finances, all while secretly getting engaged to a wealthy heiress. He drugged Eleanore to ruin her completely, planning to lock her away as his helpless, secret mistress.
Desperate and losing her mind to the drug, Eleanore fled down the hallway. With Johan and his bodyguards hunting her, she stumbled into the dark presidential suite.
But she wasn't alone. Sitting on the leather sofa was Alexander Briggs—the most feared corporate raider on Wall Street, and Johan's exiled brother.
Outside the door, Johan was screaming, ready to drag her back to hell.
"I can be your antidote. But it's going to cost you."
The ruthless billionaire looked at her trembling body with cold calculation. He offered her a staggering deal: a three-month fake marriage to destroy Johan's empire, and in return, absolute protection and her father's massive debts paid in full.
She couldn't understand why the most powerful predator in New York would use a ruined girl as his weapon, but she knew she would rather die than let Johan touch her again.
When Johan finally broke down the door to claim his prey, Alexander calmly pulled Eleanore into his arms.
"Watch your mouth. You are speaking to my future wife."
9.2
Arla was supposed to marry Clinton Freeman, the perfect fiancé who had promised to love her and protect her five-year-old son.
But instead, the cold steel of a dagger pierced her chest.
As she collapsed onto the freezing basement floor, she watched her adoptive sister Blair laugh.
"Look at her," Blair sneered, kicking her son's small, blue, lifeless body.
Clinton stood there, calmly wiping the bloody blade on a pristine handkerchief.
In her dying moments, the horrifying truth became clear. Her fiancé and her adoptive family had been plotting all along to steal her massive trust fund.
To break her, they had secretly tortured her child. Clinton had watched Blair pierce the little boy's arms with sewing needles, rewarding him with candy to keep him silent.
Arla's lungs burned with the taste of copper and ash.
She couldn't understand why the family she trusted could be so monstrous, or why they had to brutally murder an innocent child just for money.
The darkness swallowed her whole, drowning her in suffocating hatred and absolute despair.
Then, she gasped for air.
The concrete floor was gone, replaced by the silk sheets of a hotel penthouse suite.
Arla had been reborn to the exact night six years ago—the very day Blair first dragged her son into the dark attic.
This time, she picked up a solid silver letter opener, ready to burn them all to the ground.
9.5
Janet woke up gasping, the phantom fire of a deadly explosion still scorching her lungs. She had been reborn three years in the past, on the exact day her mother forced her into a marriage contract with Gaylord Bradford, a paralyzed and severely disfigured billionaire.
Before she could even process her second chance, her cousin Kandy kicked the bedroom door open, flaunting a massive diamond ring. Kandy, who had also been reborn, smugly announced she had stolen Janet's Wall Street golden boy fiancé, Jax Adler.
"You're going to marry that paralyzed monster," Kandy spat, gloating that she would build a billionaire dynasty with Jax while Janet wiped drool off a rotting corpse. Kandy expected Janet to have a complete mental collapse, completely unaware that Gaylord's own medical team was secretly injecting him with lethal neurotoxins to finish him off.
But Janet only felt a cold, clinical pity. Kandy's "prophetic" memories were a polluted lie. Jax was actually sterile and dying of irreversible kidney failure, while Gaylord wasn't a dying freak—he was a dormant god whose body was merely in a high-dimensional hibernation. Why would Janet mourn losing a doomed fraud?
Leaving her delusional cousin behind, Janet packed her bags and headed straight to Gaylord's maximum-security military cell. She physically tackled his corrupt doctor, drove three bio-electric silver needles into the crippled king's spine to awaken his deadened nerves, and looked him dead in his glacial blue eye.
"Sign the marriage contract," Janet whispered. "I will make you walk again, and we will take back everything."