
I Claim You, Mate
"I reject you as my mate, Omega." his angry voice growled, shocking me.
"I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest.
He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you weren't my stepsister, I would never accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable."
I fell to my knees as tears streamed from my eyes. All I wanted was to die from the shame and pain of rejection.
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Elara was a young omega whose fate collided with her two Alpha stepbrothers. She found herself trapped between them.
The Kingston brothers, Trevor and Kevin, were the dream of every girl. Kevin was wild and aggressive while Trevor was cold and calculative.
They were the two dominant Alpha brothers who possessed everything other boys desired. But when fate connected Elara with one of them, they rejected her. When she chose the other one, the rejected mate wanted her back.
They had no idea that their one wrong decision would set off a chain reaction of feelings.
This is a tale of a love triangle, shocking betrayal, and the unexpected path from hate to love.
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Chapter 7
The low light of the private lounge caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the hard line of his jaw and the cold fury in his eyes.
My heart shook from the coldness.
The boys in the lounge spoke with a surprised tone.
"Wow! Never knew someone had the guts to approach you like this, dude."
"She is a waitress."
"Let us see your seductive face."
"Look at her thighs!"
"Babe, the man you are trying to seduce is not good for you."
"Of course, you might die."
"Around all of us, he is a beast in bed."
They burst into laughter. Their words made me feel embarrassed. However, the influence of the wine did something really wrong to me.
They could not see my face, as I was only facing Trevor, and my hair was covering my face from both sides.
I could only stare at Trevor, ignoring the whole world around me.
Trevor's eyes were on me.
The air was thick with tension. It was a suffocating mix of my desperation and his icy disdain. His dark eyes were unforgiving as they bore into me.
"Bro, why don't you give this chick a chance? Maybe she is good in bed?" A boy said as he stood up and came toward me.
Trevor's eyes moved from me, and he shifted his gaze to the boy.
"You all, leave."
The boy grinned at him. "You mean you will do that to her right here?"
The other boys chuckled while shaking their heads.
I lowered my head. But their words did not hit my mind. All I wanted was to become Trevor's. I did not want another man to mark me forcefully. If I had that fate, then I better let him have me. Because he was the man of my heart.
"Do you guys think this girl can match my type?" Trevor asked with a glare at the boys.
They were taken aback. One of them cleared their throat and said, "Let's leave. I think he got mad. The girl crossed her lines."
They all got up from their seats. "See you at the campus,' they said and left the lounge area.
The silence mixed with my dizziness. I raised my head to meet Trevor's eyes.
"Please make me yours," I whispered again.
He did not respond. He just glared at me, his jaw tight with rage.
The silence stretched between us, suffocating me with his unspoken words.
"Trevor?" I muttered.
He finally moved, pushing me away with a shove that sent me sprawling onto the floor.
He rose to his feet and walked past me. I turned my head and looked at his broad back.
My heart trembled in fear. My body did not want him to walk away like this.
I stood up and rushed to hug him from behind. His steps halted.
"Please don't refuse me tonight. Please save me."
He pushed my hands that wrapped around his body. He turned around and glared at me.
His hand, which was holding the cigarette, came to grab my jaw. "I wonder what kind of bitch you are! Begging men to spend nights with you? How much money do you want, hmm?"
His words and cold voice made me flinch. I felt pain in my jaw.
"There she is!"
I recognized the voice of the man to whom my father had sold me.
Trevor turned around to see the man and a few guards. The man pointed his finger at me and said,
"Bitch, come here. Seducing a new man? What about me?"
Trevor frowned at the man. "Who are you?"
His voice made the man shift his full attention to Trevor.
The man was taken aback. "Aren't you Trevor Kingston? Alpha Gray's son?" he asked.
Trevor was popular among the businessmen. Because his father often asked him to join meetings with him. He knew his son had an eye on the business shield.
Trevor stared at the man without responding. The man let out an awkward chuckle. "Mr. Kingston, I hope you won't mind if I take my girl away from you."
Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Your girl?"
I blinked, taking a shaky breath. I prayed in my mind that Trevor did not hand me over to that man.
I held the sleeve of Trevor's jacket and shook my head.
"This girl took ten thousand from me in exchange for her body for one night. Now that she saw you, she thought she got a bigger deal than me. She is a scammer!"
The man's voice echoed in the lounge area.
"D-Don't trust him," I said in a raspy voice.
Trevor turned his head to me. His eyes moved to my soaked shirt, which had two buttons opened, revealing my cleavage.
I let go of his jacket and tried to button up my shirt with shaky hands. He scoffed at me and walked away from me.
I thought he would leave me to that man. If he left, I would have no other way to get rid of that man. My life, my dignity, and my chastity would end here to that perverted man.
Trevor got near the entrance of the lounge area, but he did not leave. Instead, he stopped beside the man and took a long puff of smoke.
The man extended his hand toward him to shake. "Please, visit my company sometime. I am-"
He could not introduce himself as Trevor grabbed his hand and pressed his cigarette on the man's wrist.
The man groaned in pain. He wanted to snatch his hand away, but Trevor's hand tightened his grip.
He let go of the man's hand when the flame of the cigarette burned his skin, turning it black, almost burning the veins.
The guards did not dare to move toward Trevor since they heard he was the head Alpha's son.
The man fell on the floor while holding his hand. "Why did you do that?" he asked.
Trevor gave him a stern look and replied,
"Because she is my stepsister."
The man's eyes widened. He was not aware that his one single move could offend the head Alpha's family.
He glared at me and said, "You are Alpha's stepdaughter? Why did you need so much money? You could have asked him directly!"
I did not hear the man. Trevor's voice kept echoing in my mind.
'She is my stepsister.'
I saw Trevor kick the man's manhood with his boots and mutter, "Go and fuck other girls with this broken dick."
The man fainted on the floor in pain. Trevor left without looking back at me.
I realized I was drugged. Trevor's one sentence returned me to reality.
I glanced around to look for something, then grabbed a beer bottle. I hit the bottle to the wall near me and gripped a broken piece tightly.
Blood poured out of my palm. Slowly, I was getting back to my senses.
I realized what I had done a while ago. I was ashamed that Trevor might have misunderstood me.
I rushed out of the lounge area and started to search for him.
Suddenly, the lights went off in the club. It scared me.
People started to count until the lights turned on again. People cheered for someone saying,
"Happy birthday."
I turned to the girl whose birthday was today. I realized it was also my birthday.
I had finally turned eighteen.
People around me glanced at me awkwardly as my palm was bleeding.
I thought about leaving the club, leaving the most painful and horrible memories behind.
However, my legs froze when a scent hit my nostrils.
I sniffed in the air and moved forward until I reached the gate of the club.
I was shocked when my eyes fell on someone and my wolf started chanting.
"MATE"
My heart warmed and my eyes lit up. I couldn't believe fate had chosen the man I fell for.
"Trevor is my mate!"
He was leaning against a wall near the gate. His eyes met mine, and they glowed red, which indicated that he could also feel the mate bond.
I smiled at him and was about to go to him, but my legs froze.
My eyes widened when my mate grabbed another girl's waist and kissed her in front of me.
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8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

8.5
"And that is the reason why I said those words. I like your fear, not because it is a normal thing. I love it because deep down you are a monster like me, schiava. You fear me on a primal level, you can feel my power and dominance, and you know you aren't the strongest here. So you don't fear Renzo Valentino the human, you fear the monster that lurks inside."
My life changed the night of my birthday. What started as a funny dare ended with blood and having a price on my head.
I thought Renzo was the hero who saved me that night, but he was the devil who owned me forever.
I, Misha Yakov, princess of the Russian mafia became Renzo Valentino's slave.
He broke me, tortured me, and molded me into something new, something I hated and craved at the same time.
I, Misha Yakov became my master's pet.

7.5
I was a ghost haunting the halls of Port Sterling High, pretending to be alive. My only goal was to live like a normal teenager, even as the cancer eating me from the inside was a secret I guarded with my life.
Then the school's resident psycho, Bishop Dalton, decided I was his to protect.
He mistook my chemo-induced weakness for fragility and my nausea for nerves. He fought my battles, took detention for me, and glared at anyone who looked at me wrong, ready to tear the world apart for me. He was trying to save me from the monsters he understood, never guessing the real monster was in my own blood.
Then one day, he saw it: the horrific, black-and-purple bruise on my arm from a blown IV.
The fury in his eyes was terrifying. He was ready to kill whoever had dared to touch me. He grabbed my wrist, his voice shaking as he demanded a name. "Who did this to you?"
I couldn't tell him the truth. The pity would have been a sentence worse than death.
So I looked that beautiful, broken boy in the eye and gave him a lie far more cruel. "I did it to myself," I whispered, letting the tears fall.
I watched the fire in his soul die out, replaced by a devastating pity. I had saved my secret, but in doing so, I had just become the tragedy he would try to fix.

8.1
HOSTILE OATH
8.1
Vivian bears the weight of an ancestral curse, a yoke forged in darkness, which was meant to be broken. A future ravaged by war and chaos loomed, threatening her destiny but Vivian's path was not yet set to answer to her inheritance. Ignorant of her true identity, she couldn't control the powers she possessed, losing loved ones in the process and consumed by self-guilt. Yet, from the ashes of despair, she felt the rage and determination to harness the powers consuming her in her shadow and forge a new path; maybe she could get back all she had lost in all possible ways she could.
Prophecy were made, and a formidable force stirred, rising to challenge her claim. When a greater threat arose, Vivian faced a brutal reality: prepare for battle or succumb to the shadows but there was a price to pay.
She was left with two options; reclaim her birthright or shatter the chains of destiny!

9.5
After months of tearing the continent apart, I finally found her. Covered in mud and blood, raw from the river, I was a monster, a ghost. Across the street, June looked peaceful, utterly unaware.
Then, a man stepped out, shielding her with an umbrella, his arm a casual, possessive claim. My heart stopped.
I unleashed my Alpha aura; June shivered, thinking it a cold snap. Frankie turned, a mocking smile in his eyes. He knew.
Marcus broke ribs restraining my rage as June and Frankie drove away, taking the only light in my miserable world.
The 'Tabula Rasa' spell hadn't just erased her memory; it rewired her soul, making her immune to our mate bond. She saw an ordinary stranger. Her scent gone, preferences changed. Agony shredded my mind; my power useless.
My magic failed, but I had other weapons. "Buy the street. Buy the shop. Buy every property within five miles. Suffocate them with cash," I commanded. Tomorrow, I'd be Bren, a bankrupt man seeking solace, ready to reclaim what was mine.

8.1
Six years ago, I stole from a stranger.
I was desperate, broken, and trying to save the only family I had left.
I never expected that stranger to be a billionaire.
Or that one reckless night would bind our lives forever.
Now he's back-powerful, haunted, and dangerous.
He doesn't remember me... but he remembers the theft.
I work in his hotel.
He signs my paychecks.
And the secret I've carried for six years could destroy us both.
He wants answers. I want redemption.
But when desire burns hotter than guilt, and the past refuses to stay buried, loving him might cost me everything, including the truth he deserves.