
Contractually married my ex-mate's Father
Warning!!!
Dearest gentle reader, this book is highly rated 18+.....
It contains mature content, explicit words, conventional, BDSM, and hardcore sex. If you like soft romance, reader's discretion is adivsied.
"You are mine now, Aria. Look at him like that again, and I will not only disown him as my son. I will have his manhood cut off, toss it to the omega she-wolves, and make them choke on it while he watches as he bleeds to death," he whispered. His voice was low. Deep. Dark. Curling around me and causing my stomach to flutter.
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Aria Nightwind was born to rule. She is the firstborn daughter of a noble bloodline, trained in the art of war and politics. She has spent her life proving herself to her father, but no matter her effort or sacrifice, she was never enough because she was a girl child.
The only one she was enough for was her mate, or so Aria thought, until she caught him in bed with her brother!
Humiliated, rejected, and on the verge of losing her birthright to her younger brother, Aria took up a new challenge of fighting for the one thing that is rightfully hers...
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Zane Blackstone is a 6-foot-tall, black-inked beast in regal attire. Alpha King. Billionaire. Ruthless. Unpredictable. Unhinged. Wild and with an inborn likeness for anything sinful or forbidden.
He doesn't forgive or feel. He closed off his heart after the death of his wife. His empire was built on years of hard work, sacrifice, resilience, self-denial, and discipline. He had everything figured out for himself. He didn't believe in love or romance...
All he wanted was sex...
Well, that was a sudden twist in events that made him cross path with Aria, his Son's ex-mate
One Battle; Two Bloodline: A father and a son, and Aria, who was the center of the chaos
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Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Aria
"Aria Nightwind," a woman's voice called beside me at the entrance of the hall where I stood in an elegant white dress, adorned with the rarest onyx stones that sparkled like moonlight against a blade's edge, with a bouquet of lilies held tightly in my grip.
The dress was expensive, yet it was the farthest thing from a wedding dress in my closet, but I didn't mind. I couldn't bring myself to use the dress I had initially picked for my wedding because it reminded me of my ex-mate, and I didn't consider my union with Zane Blackstone a marriage. To me, this was another political and dynamic strategy meant to secure my birthright.
"So, you're the girl who crawled into Zane's bed." The voice taunted, and I scrunched my nose, swearing I knew that voice very well.
The fact that she addressed the Alpha king by his name had to mean she had a cordial relationship with him.
I turned slowly in the direction of the voice and saw brown eyes glaring at me with disgust.
The owner of the eyes was tall and elegant, dressed in a blood-red satin gown that clung to her curves like a second skin.
I recognized her immediately. She was Adeline, Rhett's aunt, the sister of the alpha king's dead wife, and the Pack's matron who sometimes acted in the capacity of the Luna.
She had moved into the palace less than a month after her sister's death to take care of Rhett, who was very young at the time.
Some said she moved on to take care of him as the alpha king refused to marry. Others claimed she had other motives in the palace. Like warming the alpha king's bed, for example.
The thought made me frown, which was quite odd. I wasn't supposed to concern myself with Alpha Zane's affairs. Our marriage was nothing but a contract.
"Adaline," I greeted and politely nodded before interlocking my arm around her elbow. Although I had requested that my brother not come to my wedding, my father was in attendance, but he couldn't walk me down the aisle because it was customary that the Pack Matron walk the new Luna down the aisle during her wedding.
"Adaline? Suddenly, you are on a first-name basis with me? By the goddess, every woman who plans to make her way through life by being a slithering snake needs to learn a thing or two from you," she spat bitterly, and it took everything in me to remain civil.
"I beg your pardon, Adeline. I would have to insist that you give me some respect. I will soon be Luna Queen," I said, my fingers clenching around my bouquet.
"I see. So tell me, soon-to-be Luna Queen, when Rhett rejected you, did it bruise your pride so badly you had to seduce his father to remain relevant?"
"You tried to have your way with the son, and when he saw you for what you are, you decided to dig your social climbing claws into the father."
My chest tightened, my nerves gnawing away at her sheer audacity. I knew she was trying to get under my skin and provoke a reaction from me, so I dug deep, turning my anger and irritation into strength, and took several tagged breaths.
Meeting her eyes, I modulated my voice so that only she could hear and whispered, "If I were you, I would watch my words and tread carefully."
Her eyes darkened, dragging over my frame with a frown, but I didn't bother to give her more of an audience. Instead, I turned away, ignoring the fire in my chest to focus on the man at the end of the aisle. He was impossible to miss in his perfectly tailored black tunic. His silver-streaked hair fell down his shoulders in loose curls.
Goodness, he looked so handsome...
His back was to me as I marched down the aisle, each step bringing me frighteningly closer to potential destruction or redemption.
My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Something about his scent and our close proximity called out to her, but I pushed it away, reminding myself that this was a contract and we shouldn't feel giddy or too comfortable.
"Aria," Zane rumbled when I stopped in front of him, short, simple, and formal.
I didn't miss how fierce and challenging his and Adaline's gaze was, but neither said a single word to each other.
The next moments move in a blur. An elder from his pack spoke, welcoming and thanking everyone who had gathered, or something to that effect. The ceremony began properly, and I paid no attention as the officiant drifted.
His voice was like a white noise backdrop to the troubled thoughts in my mind. I was still stuck on the reality of my wedding, not to the man I'd dated for the past four years, but to his father, and it didn't feel right.
On the officiant's instruction, Zane took my hand and focused solely on me.
"I, Alpha Zane Blackwood of the pack and the Alpha King, take you, Aria Nightwind of the Nightwind pack, to be my mate, my bride, and my luna."
His words were firm and final, as he spoke loudly for all to hear, and I couldn't help but draw in a shaky breath. It should have been Rhett saying these words to me, but here I was with his father, acting on uncertainty and impulse, hoping that if he was watching, it would hurt and break him just as much as his betrayal hurt and broke me.
Zane cleared his throat, pulling me back to reality, and I shook my head, my eyes closing as I focused on the task at hand.
"Uh-I, Aria Nightwind of the Nightwind pack, accept you, Alpha Zane, to be my mate, groom, and Alpha," I said softly, and my body instantly buzzed with electricity. I felt a weak connection form between us, and I inhaled sharply at the shock of it. I didn't realize that chosen mates could also feel sparks, and my heart fluttered. If Zane felt the same connection as me, he didn't show it. His face was expressionless, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.
Just when we finished the nuptial rites, a familiar scent caught my attention, and my heart stuttered when I saw Rhett, tall and sexy as always.
I was reminded of what had drawn me to him for a brief moment. He was a handsome man; his father's genes were present in his chiseled jawline and dim eyes that threatened to suck in whoever and whatever they rested on.
Although red, puffy, and full of pain, it surprised me how much power those eyes still hold over me as he watched me. I knew I shouldn't give in to his stare, but I was weak for Rhett, especially when he looked so helpless and vulnerable.
It hadn't been up to 48 hours since our rejection, and it took a month to heal completely from a broken bond. My wolf was calling for his, howling in my head to reach out to a man that was no longer ours.
God.
I wanted to go over there and hold his pale face until colour appeared on it. I wanted to scream and shout at him for ruining what could have been us.
Us?
There was no us!
We had our past, but now we exist as two separate beings. I was Aria, and he was Rhett, totally forbidden and off limits to me.
"If things didn't happen as they did, would you ever consider me forbidden?" I heard him loud and clear in the mind-link.
Wait, did I say that out loud or did he just read my mind? I arched my brow questioningly at him and he spoke again
"This doesn't need to be the end for us. We can still fix this. We can still fix us"
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Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke.
Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture.
A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life.
On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub.
For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot.
But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry.
This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again.
Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely.
However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out.
At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on.
They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased.
Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it.
Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!"
It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie.
This time, she walked away and never looked back.
And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape.

8.5
Tyla thought Miami was her fresh start. She didn't expect to become the obsession of the city's most dangerous "Golden Boy," Daniel Thorne. He's untouchable, wealthy beyond measure, and used to getting what he wants. And right now? He wants Tyla-body, soul, and everything in between.
But the heat in Miami isn't just from the sun. While Daniel's magnetic pull draws Tyla into a world of high-stakes parties and whispered promises, a blade is being sharpened in the shadows. Summer, the "best friend" who has lived in Tyla's shadow for years, has finally reached her breaking point.
Summer doesn't just want Daniel; she wants Tyla's life. And she's willing to burn both of them to the ground to get it.

8.5
Delphine Yenla has learned one thing the hard way; love doesn't just hurt, it breaks you in ways you don't recover from. So she stopped believing in it. She chose independence, control, and a life where no one could get close enough to hurt her again.
And for a while, it worked.
Until Wilson Dan walked into her world.
Cold, composed, and impossible to read, Wilson is the kind of man who never loses control. He does not get involved. He does not make mistakes. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter.
But she doesn't realize... Wilson is not the kind of man you resist twice.
People don't challenge him.
Delphine does.
From their very first encounter, something shifts. The tension between them is immediate, sharp, unsettling, impossible to ignore. And from the moment he notices her, walking away stops being a choice. Every conversation feels like a quiet battle. Every glance lingers longer than it should. And the more they try to stay in control, the more everything begins to slip.
But this is not just about attraction.
There are things Wilson isn't saying.
Things Delphine is starting to notice.
And people around them who are already watching... and waiting.
What began as resistance quickly became something she cannot control.
Because this is not just about feelings.
It is about power. It is about position.
And Delphine may already be standing somewhere she doesn't understand,
somewhere she cannot simply walk away from.
Is she getting closer to Wilson...
or already too deep to step out?
When control finally breaks, one truth becomes impossible to ignore:
Some hearts don't just fall in love.
They fall into something they may not survive.

7.6
When the kidnapper pressed a tactical knife to Falon's throat and demanded a one-million-dollar ransom, she was certain her fiancé would pay.
Instead, Jerod's annoyed voice echoed through the speaker. He was busy cutting a cake with his fragile, manipulative mistress, Abby.
"Do whatever you want with her," Jerod told the thug. "I am done."
The call disconnected. Left to die, Falon was injected with a lethal black-market aphrodisiac. She fought her way out, escaping into the freezing rain, and threw herself at the mercy of a stranger in a black Maybach. That stranger was Bell Farrell, a ruthless billionaire and Jerod's biggest corporate rival. To survive the burning drug and shatter the memories of her fiancé's betrayal, she gave herself to the devil that night.
The next morning, Falon woke up in a stranger's bed, staring at her bruised skin. For four years, she had endured her abusive family's cruelty, watching them treat her fake, adopted sister like a princess while using Falon as a corporate pawn. She had compromised everything for Jerod, only to be thrown away like garbage.
Why did she have to suffer while the people who destroyed her played the victims?
Falon took off her five-carat engagement ring and threw it in the trash.
She put on a sharp black suit and crashed her family's elite ballroom gala, ready to burn their high-society facade to the ground.

8.7
At eighteen years old, Estelle is kicked out of the only place she knew as home. With nowhere left to go, she goes toward Club Paradise, a place that offers the basic amenities she lacks: food, clothes, shelter, and a well-paying job.
***
The room was thick with smoke and muted chatter, but the moment Antonio D'Amico's eyes landed on her, the world narrowed to just her.
Estelle froze, heart hammering, as if some unseen force had pulled her into his gaze. He didn't move at first, simply studied her with a cold, calculating intensity that sent a shiver straight down her spine.
One night with him shifts the course of her life forever. Something in him fractures; obsession blooms, dangerous, consuming and he decides to take her away, forever.
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What will happen to Estelle? Will her fortune finally turn around, or is she about to experience hell... and an unexpected, forbidden bond growing inside the darkness?

7.6
My fated mate rejected me in front of the entire pack and they cheered while he did it.
Moving to Nightshade Pack was supposed to be my escape. Instead, I got two step-brothers who looked at me like I was something they wanted to destroy.
Dante Blackwell: brutal, possessive, with eyes that burned through me every time we were in the same room.
Mateo Blackwell: all charm and cruelty, with a smile that shouldn't make my heart race but does.
They made my life hell. Every day was a new way to remind me I didn't belong.
But one incident changed it all.
What happens when the step-brothers you're supposed to hate become the ones you can't stop craving? When the mate who destroyed you comes crawling back? When the broken girl they underestimated discovers she's something they should fear?
Sometimes the prey becomes the predator.