Claimed By The Touch-Starved Alpha Beasts

I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me. Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning. When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl. In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket. Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection." I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts. "In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one." The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.

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The command level of the base was quieter, the air heavier with authority.

Jefferson led Cassandra down a wide corridor lined with dark, reflective metal. At the end of the hall, standing outside a set of heavy double doors, was a man who looked like a walking mountain.

He was at least six-foot-five, his shoulders impossibly broad. He wore a dark green uniform decorated with rows of medals. His skin was a deep bronze, and a jagged, pale scar-a burn mark from an energy whip-slashed across his left cheek, pulling the corner of his eye down slightly.

This was Admiral Fletcher Bonner.

As they approached, Fletcher's posture stiffened. He looked at Cassandra, and the hardened, brutal lines of his face instantly melted into an expression of sheer, overwhelming panic.

He looked like a massive, terrifying predator that had suddenly realized it was standing on a very fragile pane of glass.

He didn't speak English. He looked at Jefferson, his dark eyes pleading, and spoke in a low, rumbling voice. His hands, which looked large enough to crush a skull, twitched nervously at his sides.

Jefferson listened, his expression neutral. He turned to Cassandra.

"This is Admiral Fletcher Bonner," Jefferson translated. "Commander of the First Fleet."

Cassandra offered a small, hesitant nod. "Hi."

Fletcher's chest puffed out slightly at her acknowledgment, but he quickly spoke again to Jefferson, his tone urgent and earnest.

Jefferson sighed softly. A flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes before he smoothed it away.

"Ad-mir-al... knows of you," Jefferson translated, his AI still struggling to build complex sentences. "He thinks... standard room... not safe."

Cassandra frowned. "They aren't?"

"Room is safe," Jefferson assured her quickly. "But... he insists. Offers... his per-son-al quarters. For your... pro-tec-tion."

Cassandra stopped walking.

Her brain processed the words. Personal quarters.

She looked at Fletcher. He was a massive, scarred, high-ranking military commander. He was staring at her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. And he wanted her to move into his bedroom.

All the sci-fi horror stories she had ever read flooded her mind. The alien overlords. The breeding camps. The forced submissions.

Her stomach dropped to the floor. A cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck.

He wants me in his bed.

The thought made her physically nauseous. She took a step back, putting more distance between herself and the giant Admiral.

Fletcher saw her recoil. His face fell. He took a half-step forward, raising a hand as if to stop her from retreating, speaking rapidly to Jefferson.

"No," Cassandra said sharply, cutting off whatever Jefferson was about to translate.

She wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, digging her fingernails into her biceps. She glared at Fletcher, her fear morphing into a desperate, defensive anger.

"Tell him no," she snapped at Jefferson. "Tell him I appreciate his 'generosity,' but I am not moving into a strange man's bedroom. A standard room is fine. I just want to be left alone."

Jefferson's eyebrows pulled together. He looked from Cassandra's pale, furious face to Fletcher's devastated one. He realized immediately that a massive cultural translation error had occurred, but he didn't have the vocabulary to explain it to her yet.

He turned to Fletcher and spoke in their native tongue. His tone was firm, delivering the rejection.

Fletcher Bonner, the terror of the First Fleet, physically deflated.

His broad shoulders slumped. He dropped his gaze to the floor, staring at his boots. He looked exactly like a massive, abused dog that had just been kicked for trying to bring its owner a toy.

The sheer misery radiating from him was palpable.

Cassandra watched him, her anger faltering into deep confusion. Why is he acting like that? I just refused to sleep with him. He should be angry, not heartbroken.

Nothing about this world made sense. The over-the-top protection, the manic doctor, the giant general acting like a rejected teenager.

A new, chilling thought crept into her mind. What if it's not just him? What if this is how they all are?

She looked at Jefferson. He was watching her carefully, his blue eyes unreadable.

Can I even trust him? she wondered, her heart rate picking up again. Or is he just playing a longer game?

"Let's go," she said to Jefferson, her voice tight and cold. "Just take me to my room."

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Two years after my death, I was a ghost trapped beside my grandmother, who suffered from Alzheimer's. She still thought I was alive, still trying to contact my ex-boyfriend, Liam. "Do you regret it, Chloe?" Liam's voice was biting and cold. "It's useless. Even if you got down on your knees and begged me, I would never give you another chance." He thought I was still alive. He thought I was manipulating my grandmother to get to him. But I was a ghost, and nothing more. I had left this world a long time ago. Liam was supposed to hate me forever, right up until someone told him the truth. "She's dead! She's been dead for two years. And you killed her." Liam's world shattered. He came looking for me in the most extreme way possible.

Billionaire Horror Modern

7.1

Captive Of The Ruthless Underground King

7.1

I was living as a ghost in a run-down trailer park, trying to outrun a past that would kill me if it ever caught up. Then the storm hit, and a dying monster collapsed through my door, bringing the smell of copper and the promise of a very different kind of death. I tried to defend myself with a cheap butcher knife, but Darius didn't just disarm me—he acquired me. Before the rain even stopped, I was drugged and whisked away on a private jet, waking up in a luxury penthouse that was nothing more than a high-tech cage overlooking the city skyline. He didn't just want my silence; he wanted total control. When I begged to check on my sick grandmother, he threw a manila envelope on the table filled with surveillance photos of her at her nursing home. "I own the board of that facility," he said, his voice cold as ice. "One call from me, and she dies alone on the street." He vetted my life in that trailer park down to my medical records and childhood diaries, convinced he had every lever of power needed to keep me obedient. He forced me into silk dresses and expected me to be his domestic pet, a quiet girl waiting for him to return from his world of shadows and blood. I played the part, letting him pull me into his lap and bury his face in my neck, pretending to be the broken girl he thought he’d bought. I watched his security cameras, calculated his blind spots, and waited for the moment his exhaustion outweighed his instinct. Darius thinks he knows me because he saw where I lived, but he’s never been more wrong. His investigators found the pauper, but they completely missed the princess with an Ivy League degree and a family name that carries more weight than his illegal empire. He thinks he’s the one holding the leash, but he has no idea who he’s actually brought into his home. The game has just begun, and this time, the "asset" is going to be the one who burns the house down.

Billionaire Horror Modern

7.2

From Shattered Prodigy to Abyssal Vengeance

7.2

Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor. When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself. Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets. When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.

Action Fantasy Horror

9.6

Possessed By The Mogul's Dark Will

9.6

I was his possession. The entire world knew that Jackson Walters, the ruthless tech mogul, had destroyed my life to claim me. Then he brought home his new intern, Kaila, and sat me down. "I've decided," he said casually, "I want you both." When I fought back, he dragged me to a remote warehouse to teach me a lesson. My parents were bound and gagged, suspended by ropes over a massive, grumbling wood chipper. He gave me ten seconds to accept Kaila, or he'd drop them. "I agree!" I screamed in surrender. But it was too late. A frayed rope snapped, and I watched my parents plunge into the machine's grinding teeth. The horror of it all killed me. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in his bed. The date on my phone was the day he brought Kaila home. This time, I wouldn't fight him. I would be his perfect, obedient wife. And while he was distracted, I would fake my own death and disappear forever.

Action Horror Romance

8.1

Project Chimera

8.1

The monsters they created have come home. George Alvarez, a Miami police officer, thought it would be just another patrol. Instead, he's forced into chaos, fighting to protect civilians in a mall overrun by predators not born of nature, while struggling to keep his life long secret. Survival is the only priority. Former Dr. Bridget Carter never intended to unleash hell. Once a rising star in genetic science, she walked away from the illegal experiments that twisted DNA into something unnatural, something alive. Now a quiet mother trying to forget, she finds herself trapped in Miami's crowded Bayside Mall... just as the creatures she once helped design break loose. As bodies fall and exits vanish, Bridget, George, and a small group of strangers, including a fading boxer, a disciplined fighter, and a scientist with dangerous knowledge, must navigate a maze of terror, uncover what went wrong, and stop the creatures before they reach the city beyond. But these aren't mindless beasts. They evolve. They hunt with intent. And they remember the people who made them. "The past never dies, it mutates."

Action Horror Modern Mystery Sci-Fi

9.1

THE HEART THEY STOLE: Rebirth of the Scapegoat Bride

9.1

In her first life, Elara Silas was a biological insurance policy a spare part for her sickly brother and a shadow to her saintly twin sister, Elena. Her existence ended on a cold operating table, her heart harvested while her husband, John Grant, watched with chilling indifference. But death was only a detour. Waking up three years in the past, Elara is no longer the obedient dog begging for scraps of affection. Armed with the memories of her family's ultimate betrayal, she prepares to dismantle the Silas empire from the inside out. Her first move? Rejecting her father's control to sign a secret contract with his greatest rival: the enigmatic and breathtakingly handsome Orion. Expectations shatter when she meets him. Orion isn't just a powerful jeweler; he is a man haunted by the same ghost. In a world-altering revelation, he confesses the truth: he wasn't a bystander in the first life-he was the man behind the glass, murdered by Elara's father while trying to save her. Now, two souls who died in the same tragedy are united by a lethal alliance. As Elara returns to the Silas mansion to play the role of the repentant daughter, she finds herself trapped in the same deadly games-including Elena's blood-soaked frame-ups and her mother's toxic healing schemes. But this time, Elara isn't alone. With Orion's shadow looming over the Silas household and a black opal ring hiding a shared secret, the hunt has begun.

Horror Mystery Romance

Claimed By The Touch-Starved Alpha Beasts

Chapter 6

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