HIS to CLAIM ALPHA ZEKE
He marked her like property.Then Completely turned on her
Cecelia was never meant to survive the bond, she was just meant to bleed for it.chosen for her pack use for an alignment, discarded when she became inconvenient.zeke took everything from her: her freedom, her future,and something she never meant to give; her heart
But she didn't die.
She learned.
Now she's back, unrecognizable, with poison in her smile and vengeance stitched into her skin. His mark still burns on her body.But the girl he broke is gone
And the woman she's become want nothing to do
with him she doesn't want his love
She wants him to break
And this time, she'll make sure he stays broken
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Chapter 6
CECELIAS POV
The silence in Zeke's office pressed against my ears like water.He stood behind his massive oak desk, the same one that had belonged to his father, studying the photograph I'd handed him.Golden's face smiled up at him from the glossy paper.My son's eyes, those unmistakable molten gold eyes, stared back at his father for the first time.
I watched Zeke's face carefully.His jaw tightened.His fingers gripped the edges of the photo until the paper crinkled slightly.Whatever he'd been expecting when the guards dragged me into his council meeting, it wasn't this.
"How old is he?"His voice came out rough, like he'd swallowed gravel.
"Three years and four months."
His eyes snapped up to mine.
I saw him doing the math, counting backward to that last month before I disappeared.Before Layla pushed me off that cliff and left me to drown.
"He looks exactly like you," I added,though it was obvious.Golden could have been Zeke's clone, right down to the stubborn set of his chin and the way his hair fell across his forehead.
Zeke set the photo down on his desk with deliberate care, like it might shatter if he wasn't gentle."When did he go missing?"
"Yesterday afternoon.He was at preschool in Seacreek Pack.When I went to pick him up, he was gone."
"Seacreek," Zeke repeated.He walked around his desk, moving closer.My body tensed
My voice cracked despite my best efforts.
automatically."That's where you've been all this time?Living in Seacreek?"
"Yes."
"And you never thought to send word that you were alive?"His tone stayed neutral, but I caught the edge underneath."Never thought to mention that I had a son?"
My hands curled into fists at my sides."Send word?To the man who rejected me?To the pack where my sister tried to murder me?"I forced myself to breathe slowly."I built a life there, Zeke.A safe life for my child.Away from all of this."
"My child," he corrected, his voice dropping lower."He's my child too."
"Only by biology."The words came out sharper than I intended."You weren't there when I was pregnant and alone.You weren't there when I gave birth with only Fatima to help me.You weren't there for his first word, his first step, his first anything."
Zeke's eyes flashed.For a moment I thought he might argue, might throw his Alpha authority at me like he used to.But instead, he nodded
once."You're right.I wasn't there.
Because I thought you were dead."He paused."We buried you, Cecelia.There was a body.A funeral.I stood over your grave and..."
He didn't finish.I didn't want to know what he'd been about to say."The body wasn't me," I said flatly."Obviously."
"Obviously."He studied my face like he was trying to memorize it, comparing it to whatever memory he'd carried for three years."You look different."
"I am different."
"How did you survive the fall?"
"Does it matter right now?"My voice cracked despite my best efforts."My son is missing.Someone took him.I came here because you have resources that Seacreek doesn't.I came here because as much as I hate it, you're the only one who can help me find him."
The admission tasted like ash in my mouth.Coming back here, asking Zeke for anything, went against every instinct I'd developed over the past three years.But Golden was more important than my pride.
He was more important than anything.Zeke moved to the large window behind his desk, his hands clasped behind his back.The late afternoon sun cast his profile in sharp relief."I'll help you find him."
Relief flooded through me so suddenly my knees almost buckled."Thank you."
"But I have conditions."
Of course he did.I straightened my spine."What conditions?
He turned to face me fully."Youstay here at the palace during the search.I need you close in case we get leads that require your immediate input."
"Fine."
"And you submit to a healer's examination."
My stomach dropped."Why?"
"To confirm the child's paternity."His expression gave nothing away."You show up after three years claiming to have my son.I believe you, but my pack council will want proof.Medical proof."
Heat crawled up my neck."You think I'm lying?"
"I think I need documentation," he said evenly."Blood tests, genetic markers, whatever the healer requires to establish that Golden is biologically mine.It's not personal, Cecelia.It's protocol."
Everything with Zeke was protocol. Duty and protocol and the pack's needs before anything else.That's why he'd married me in the first place.That's why he'd never loved me.
"Fine," I bit out."Examine me.Test
my blood.Do whatever you need to do.Just find my son."
"Our son," he corrected again.
I said nothing.
Zeke pulled out his phone and made a call."Ryder, get in here."He ended it without waiting for a response.Within seconds, the door opened and a tall man with dark hair entered.I recognized him vaguely from before.Ryder had been one of Zeke's best trackers.
"Send a team to Seacreek Pack immediately," Zeke ordered."A three year old boy went missing yesterday afternoon.His name is Golden.I want our best trackers on this.Treat it as a priority alpha case."
Ryder's eyes flicked to me briefly, widening in recognition and shock, but he was too well trained to comment."Yes, Alpha.
What's the last known location?"
"Seacreek preschool," I supplied."He was supposed to be in the playground.When the teacher checked on the children, he was gone.""Any witnesses?"Ryder asked.
I shook my head."None that we could find.The Seacreek pack searched everywhere.We found nothing."
"We'll find something," Ryder promised.
He nodded to Zeke and left quickly.
The door had barely closed before it opened again.Layla swept in without knocking, her face flushed with anger.She looked exactly as I remembered, beautiful and perfect, except now there were lines around her eyes that hadn't been there before."Zeke, what is the meaning of this?"she demanded."The entire pack house is buzzing with rumors that Cecelia is alive and you're just entertaining this fantasy?"
I met her gaze directly.She froze mid step when she realized I was really standing there.Her face went white, then red, then white again.
"Hello, Layla," I said calmly.
She recovered faster than I expected.Her shock morphed into fury so quickly I almost missed the transition."How dare you show your face here?What kind of sick game are you playing?"
"No game," Zeke said sharply."She's alive.And she has information about my son."
"Your son?"Layla's voice went shrill.She gestured toward the doorway where a small blond boy stood partially hidden.Cameron."Your son is right there.That's your son.This woman is clearly lying to manipulate you."
Cameron peered around his mother's legs, his blue eyes wide and confused.He looked so much like Layla it hurt.Not a trace of Zeke in him that I could see.
"Cecelia has a child," Zeke said, his tone hard."A boy named Golden who is three years old.He's missing.I've agreed to help find him."
"Oh, how convenient."Layla's laugh was brittle."She disappears for three years, supposedly dead, and now suddenly reappears with a mystery child that she claims is yours?This is obviously a ploy to get back into your life."
"The child looks exactly like me," Zeke said quietly."So what?She could have found any blond child and coached him.She could have fabricated the entire story."Layla moved closer to Zeke's desk, her hand reaching out to touch his arm."Think about it rationally.Why would she wait three years to tell you about this supposed child?Why show up now, claiming he's been kidnapped?It's manipulation, Zeke.Pure manipulation."
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What she didn't expect was the nightmare waiting at the top of the stairs- Thane Adams, her new stepbrother. The same sinfully irresistible stranger she had a reckless, heartbreak-fueled hookup with the night she caught her boyfriend, Raymond cheating.
What begins as tension and denial soon becomes a desire neither of them can control. But in a house full of secrets, lies, hidden agendas, and a father who will ruin anyone who threatens his legacy and reputation... falling for each other isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. A love born in the dark may cost them everything, even their family, their future, and each other.
7.6
Have you ever eaten "Reptilian" meat?
My grandfather said he had.
Creatures that looked exactly like us on the outside, but were fundamentally different on the inside. Extremely dangerous, yet incredibly delicious.
Before he died, my grandfather left behind a notebook. The first page read: "Reptilian look exactly like humans, but human instinct can tell them apart."
The moment my cousin Braden returned for my grandfather's funeral, my gut told me: he wasn't human!
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
7.5
Lila Ashworth is believed to be the weakest omega in Silver Moon Pack since the night she was found nearly drowning as a child, when the Elders failed to detect her true powers. She shares the secret of her unexpected pregnancy only with Elena, her surrogate mother, having no idea how it happened. When Alpha Kai publicly rejects her as his mate despite their true bond, choosing duty over love, her rival Raven exposes the pregnancy, leading to Lila's exile from the pack.
During her exile, Lila discovers she carries the ancient Moon Goddess bloodline, making her one of the most powerful werewolves alive. Under the training of Marcus Chen, a former military supernatural expert, she transforms from weak omega to formidable warrior while raising her twin children, Aria and Ash, who display extraordinary abilities. Through her wolf Eryndra, she learns to control her supernatural powers.
Years later, Lila returns to Silver Moon Pack intending to collect Elena and take revenge, but finds the pack under threat from devastating war. When pack members doubt her again, she reveals the full extent of her powers in battle. Her return catches the attention of ruthless Alpha King Dante Blackwood, who demands to claim her through forced mating, threatening to kill anyone who opposes him. Though Lila wants to fight back, the Moon Goddess appears in her dreams and warns her against it.
Caught between her remorseful former mate Kai and the politically powerful Dante, Lila must navigate deadly pack politics while protecting her children. As supernatural war erupts, she embraces her destiny as the prophesied leader who will unite all werewolf packs.
8.2
In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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"Yes please." She begs.
"Then fucking let me in." I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
"Here that baby, that's the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me."
"Lazarus." She moans painfully, "Please let me come."
I'm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I'm definitely hurting her, "Wanna come?" I rasped, "Not until I say so."
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
"Fuck yes." I smile sadistically, licking her tears. "Cry for me Ma Cherie."
"Please, please let me come My King." She pleads.
"Say it again." Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, "My King, please let me come. I'll be good."
I chuckled, "Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you."
8.9
I was the lead architect for the Pack's billion-dollar tech company, and I was secretly carrying the Alpha's heir.
I thought the merger would finally make Caleb Mark me.
Instead, I walked into my office to find a mistress sitting in my chair.
Caleb didn't just fire me. When I refused to hand over the encryption keys to the system I built, he locked me in a reinforced closet lined with silver mesh.
For a pregnant wolf, silver is poison.
I pounded on the door until my knuckles bled.
"Caleb! Please! It burns! I'm losing the baby!"
I screamed until my voice broke, feeling the life drain from my womb.
But outside the door, his mistress laughed. "Don't listen to her, Caleb. She's just a weak Omega faking it for attention."
And my Fated Mate believed her.
He left me in that dark box while our son died in a pool of my own blood.
He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die a silent death so he could parade his fake heir around.
He forgot one thing: I wrote the code that runs his entire life.
Three days later, I didn't show up to the hospital morgue.
I rolled my wheelchair onto the stage of his global press conference, flanked by the rival Alpha he feared most.
I held up the remote to the main server.
"You killed my son for a lie, Caleb," I smiled into the microphone as the screens behind him broadcast the footage of his crime. "Now, say goodbye to your empire."