Claiming My Ruthless Alpha

“Show me!” Casper growled possessively. His deep baritone voice was a mix of several feelings - hunger, fire, desire, lust, impatience. A stifled cry tore from her throat when Casper's rough hand grabbed her shoulders before pinning her against the wall. “I want to see you. All of you!” His patience was running out. “But…” There was no way in hell she would present herself so cheaply before him. “$10000 to see your body.” With those words, Lilith's eyes sparkled in anger. “How dare…” The rest of her words hung in the air as the doctor's warnings echoed in her head, making her weigh her options. $10000 would go a long way in saving the life of her mother and sister. “Still reluctant? $20k.” he declared with a dangerous smirk plastered on his face. It was an offer she couldn't resist. “Now take off that dress or watch me rip it to shreds!” ***** Tragedy struck when Casper Hunter, the Alpha of the Midnight pack, could only watch his loved ones massacred as a result of his drastic decisions. Casper shut himself from the world and vowed never to love and trust again. But fate plays a trick on him when Lilith, a young college graduate, arrives at his doorstep seeking a job. Lilith followed the rules strictly until she found herself caught deeply in the web of his love. Lilith knew Capser was haunted by dark secrets of his past, but what if Casper wasn't the only one with dirty secrets?

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Chapter 2

Lilith

The last thing I heard was the screeching of tyres as he tried to manoeuvre the car.

Terrified, I fell on the floor, freezing for a moment before wincing in pain.

Thankfully, he swerved before I got knocked over.

My eyes flung open, and my breath hitched in shock the moment a pair of hands dropped against my chest to feel my heartbeat before pressing against my wrist to check my pulse.

“She's alive!” One of the men announced, heaving a sigh of relief.

The moment his fingers brushed against my skin for the second time, I felt the hair behind my neck stand erect as my breath seized.

Burst of tingles sprouted all over my body, making me shudder.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I pulled away from him at once after sensing strange sparks that ignited a fire in me.

What just happened?

Why did his touch ignite a strange feeling in me? All my life, several men had brushed their fingers against my skin, and we've had body contact, but this strange man was different.

“Do you have a death wish or something?!” Another man screamed as he shut the door of the car, walking towards me.

His presence jerked me off my long train of thought, making fear creep into me.

“I'm sorry,” I muttered as my heart sank into the pit of my stomach.

That was a dumb idea.

What was I thinking putting them in trouble?

“You should be. I saw you. What was all that crazy stunt you played? Do you want to get killed?”

I recoiled to myself, pulling away from the first man as I felt bad.

“Yes!” I screamed. Their breaths hitched as my words caught them off balance. “Maybe I wanted to kill myself, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight.”

Picking myself from the floor, I dusted the sand off my body, but I jerked the moment my skin made contact with the first man's skin.

I could sense he felt the sensation, the stern look he gave me, and the way he backed away, rubbing his finger over the area.

“Raphael, enough, don't scare the girl more than she is,” the first man said, observing me. “Did the car hit you? Tell us so we can get you to the hospital. It's partly my fault for keeping my eyes off the road while driving.”

My heart melted at his soft words and affectionate hazel eyes that eased my pain.

I couldn't help noticing the sweet scent of chocolate and honey that clung to him, making me feel a strange bond and urging me to yearn for him.

Get a hold of yourself, Lilith!

“I'm fine; you swerved before you hit me; the shock made me fall, nothing more,” I replied, forcing a nervous smile before proceeding to go home.

I had caused enough trouble.

“Sorry for yelling at you, I was just furious. He will give you his card in case you develop any internal bleeding as a result of the fall,” the second man insisted before exchanging a look with the first man.

He disappeared into his car, appearing with a small card that bore information.

“Here, have it. If you feel anything strange, give me a call and get yourself to the nearest hospital. I will pay the bills and every other thing needed,” he stated, placing the card in my hands.

I muffled a curse as the weird feeling washed over me again.

They turned their backs, about to leave when a thought dropped into my head.

“Wait!” I called, making them halt in their tracks before turning to me.

“If you want to help me, you could give me a job. That is the only thing my life depends on right now. I don't mind anything you offer me, I am up to the task, and I am a fast learner. Just give me a chance, I'm begging you,” I pleaded desperately, clasping my hands together.

Silence hung in the air as they were lost in thoughts before exchanging looks.

“Fine. But don't keep your hopes high. It's 50-50,” he warned while I mouthed a thank you.

They disappeared into the car, reviving the engine before driving past me while I pondered on his words, dragging my weak feet home.

50-50?

*****

I jerked up as raindrops pattered against my forehead.

My roof was leaking again.

I yawned tiredly, rolling to the other side of the bed. As I turned, my gaze met the two empty beds beside mine. Tears welled up in my eyes as I pictured my mum and my sisters sleeping peacefully on their beds.

I wish someone would wake me up from this nightmare of a life.

I missed my old life where I was the daughter of a wealthy millionaire.

I was about to get lost in my thoughts when the loud ringing of my phone pierced my ears.

My heart sank into a bottomless abyss when I read the text message.

'You are fired!'

It was now official.

My manager finally got into my boss's head, poisoning his mind towards me.

As if it wasn't enough, he withheld my salary and incentives.

The job I pleaded for was not even certain.

How would I pay for chemotherapy this week?!

I had barely dropped my phone when it rang again.

My face dropped in sadness as I let out a worried sigh.

My heart skipped 2 beats as the doctor's name flashed across the screen.

He rarely called except to pass on important information.

Something bad was about to happen. I could feel it in my gut.

"Hello..." My voice shook in fear as I gulped down the lump in my throat.

"Miss Parker, why are you not here yet?"

"I..." I stammered, unable to think of an excuse and anxiety ate me up.

"Is everything..." I tried to ask, but he interrupted.

"Get to the hospital now. Your mother is having some complications right now, and we noticed one of her kidneys is failing. Also, you haven't sent a deposit for the chemotherapy of your mother and sister. You are wasting time," he complained. I could feel his frustrations.

"I am trying, doctor, I..." I broke down in tears.

"You need to be in the hospital within 30 minutes, or I'm afraid your mother won't make it," he dropped the bombshell.

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"Honestly, six months and she still won't sleep with me." Julian's voice, but with an edge I'd never heard before. Cruel. Dismissive. My hand froze on the door handle. Slowly, I pushed the door open just a crack, my heart hammering against my ribs. The scene that greeted me felt like a physical blow. Julian stood between the legs of Miranda Chen, our department's marketing coordinator, who was perched on his desk like she owned it. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders as Julian's hands tangled in it, their mouths locked together with the kind of passion he'd never shown me. "The religious prude is beautiful, but boring," Julian continued as they broke apart, his voice dripping with contempt. "It's time to trade up." Miranda laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "Poor little Elara. Does she actually think you're serious about her?" "Please. She's useful for now, but I need a woman who knows what she wants." Julian's hands roamed Miranda's thighs with practiced familiarity. "Someone who isn't afraid to take what she deserves." The compass slipped from my nerveless fingers.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Bound to My Former Professor

8.6

My boyfriend Grant and I built our tech startup from the ground up. I wrote the code, he handled the money. I trusted him with my life. Then, the FBI raided our office. I was arrested for embezzling three million dollars. The proof was a wire transfer with my perfect, forged signature. Grant, the man I loved, stood by and watched me get hauled away. He whispered the real price of my freedom: take the fall, or he’d cancel my grandmother's life-saving heart surgery by noon. My accounts were frozen. With the hospital's deadline looming, I had no choice. I signed the confession, selling myself into slavery just to keep my grandmother alive. My first task as his "assistant" was to serve drinks at an exclusive club, forced into a cheap corset and a skirt that was barely there. That’s when I saw him. The ruthless billionaire from the other night—the man Grant's setup had thrown me to. When I stumbled and fell at his feet, he caught my wrist. The look in his eyes wasn't pity. It was possession.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

Ex-Lover's Design Theft

8.3

I stood in our walk-in closet, methodically sorting through Darius's suits for dry cleaning. Three years of marriage had taught me his precise preferences—which suits needed pressing, which ties complimented which shirts. My fingers moved automatically, checking pockets before sending each garment to the cleaners. That's when I felt something unexpected in the pocket of his charcoal Armani—something small and delicate that shouldn't have been there. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled out a pair of lace panties. They were exquisite—fine black lace with tiny pearl details along the waistband. Beautiful, expensive, and definitely not mine. I stared at them, my heart pounding against my ribs. The lace was so delicate I could almost see through it, the kind of underwear a woman would wear when she wanted to feel beautiful. Wanted to be noticed.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Mysterious Protector

9.2

I brought the original drafts of the Lloyd Center to my stepsister’s high-society pool party, hoping the gift would finally earn my family's respect. I stood on the edge of the limestone patio, clutching the leather portfolio as fifty pairs of judgmental eyes watched my every move. But the moment I handed the sketches to Corina, she retracted her hand, letting the portfolio sink into the chlorine before throwing herself into the pool with a theatrical scream. My fiancé, Julian, didn't hesitate; he shoved me aside with enough force to twist my ankle and dove in to rescue her. He surfaced with Corina in his arms, looking at me with a mask of pure disgust while the crowd whispered that I was an unstable, illegitimate intruder. My stepmother Eugenia didn't even ask for an explanation before she stepped forward and slapped me across the face, ordering me to get out before she called the police. "Sister, if you're still mad about the inheritance, just say it. Why did you push me?" "Enough! God, Aria. Your jealousy is actually sickening." I stood on shaking legs, looking at the man who had promised to know my heart for two years, only to realize he was just another wolf in the pack. The humiliation burned hotter than the sting on my face, and I realized that in their eyes, I would always be the trash they needed to take out. I yanked the diamond ring off my finger, slammed it onto a table, and walked away from my old life forever. To claim my trust fund and survive, I walked into a dive bar and offered a marriage contract to a broke, mysterious artist named Harland. I thought I was just buying a temporary shield, but I didn't realize that my "poor" new husband was actually a billionaire predator who was already planning to burn my family's empire to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Saving My Life

9.2

Five years. Five long years of playing the perfect wife, of hiding who I really am, of loving a man who sees me as nothing more than a business transaction. I stood in our dining room, adjusting the crystal wine glasses for the third time. The table was set with our finest china—the set Alexander had never once used. The candles cast a warm glow across the room, flickering shadows against the walls of the Burke estate. "Mrs. Burke?" Our housekeeper appeared in the doorway. "Is there anything else you need?" "No, thank you, Maria." I smoothed my dress—a deep burgundy that complemented my olive skin. "He should be home any minute." She nodded and disappeared, though I caught the pity in her eyes. She knew, as did the rest of the staff, that anniversaries meant nothing to Alexander.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

No Strings Contract

8.1

WARNING: This book is for mature readers only. Content is dark, strongly 18+, Readers Discretion is adviced. "Four months, babe. And I'm promising you the best life..." The nerve of him to call me 'babe' on our first date. This man is damn straightforward. "Best sex, I'd make your fantasies come true." He brought his hand to be exposed thigh. "Ohh yeah?" He nodded. "You're catching up quickly. So, what do you say, babe? Let's get on with the contract." I wiped my mouth with the napkin on the table, standing up slowly. "I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Mr Whatever Your Name Is. I'm not a whore. Go find yourself one to fulfill what ever sick fantasies you have in your brain." "Wait..." "Don't touch me. I'm done with this conversation." **************** Evelyn's four months vacation turns into a four months contract no strings relationship with a wealthy billionaire, Killian. As their relationship progresses, Evelyn slowly falls in love with Killian. Killian on the other hand feels his guarded heart melting away by Evelyn's genuine affection. But, what then happens when their no strings relationship ends with their hearts still yearning for each other?

Billionaire Modern Romance

Claiming My Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 2

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