In love with my StepSon
On her eighteenth birthday, Melissa expected a fated mate bond and a future as Luna. Instead, she received a public humiliation that shattered her soul. Her childhood sweetheart, Kelan, rejected her for her best friend, and her own family sold her to the highest bidder like livestock, to Alpha Draven the Demon of Dark Moon Valley. He is a man twice her age, a tyrant who bought Melissa to break a dark bloodline curse. He expects an obedient pawn and a submissive wife.
He didn't expect a strategist. From the shadows of Draven's stone fortress, Melissa begins a cold-blooded campaign of revenge. She isn't just surviving; she's siphoning wealth, buying up her ex-mate's debts, and plotting a coup. But her plan hits a deadly snag when she touches Briston, the Alpha's son and heir. The spark is undeniable. The Moon Goddess has played a cruel joke and Melissa is fated to the son of the man who owns her.
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Chapter 5
Melissa
In a matter of seconds Draven had cleared his plate. He pushed the plate forward and used the napkin to clean the sides of his mouth.
"Come with me Mel," he ordered in his deep baritone voice.
I didn't answer. Did he expect me to leave my food simply because he was done? Hell no. I kept on eating.
Draven walked farther from the table, maybe he thought I was behind, which made Briston laugh and nod his head.
It was at that moment I knew my day was going to be hell.
Draven turned back in anger, reached for my hair and held it, then drew me forward.
"Ahh ahh," I screamed.
"Didn't I say come with me? Didn't I fucking ask you to come?" he growled.
I could see the genuine concern in Briston's eyes but he didn't say a word.
Draven yanked me forward and off we went. I followed him behind and we walked into what looked like a council room.
Immediately Draven walked in, all of the council members bent their heads.
"All hail the Alpha," they all shouted in unison.
"Please sit," Draven commanded.
I walked to the chair beside my supposed mate and was just about to sit when he shouted.
"How dare you!" He growled and it was as though his wolf was going to leave his body and eat up my tiny wolf.
"How dare you sit in my council chamber?"
I got up in shock. Was I some guard? Did he expect me to stand?
I rose quickly and he gestured with his hand.
"You'll stand behind my seat, always, in every meeting. That is your position," he stated coldly.
I could see eyes glare at him in shock.
"But Alpha..." an old man tried to protest.
"Don't Alpha me, boy," Draven spoke rudely to him. "Let's begin with pack matters."
I felt more than anger boil in my chest. This man was more than the devil.
I stood behind Draven's chair and tried not to let my knees buckle under the weight of being invisible while every eye in the room tracked my presence. Beta Luther stood at the front with maps and reports spread across the table, and the council members sat in their high-backed chairs waiting for the meeting to begin.
"The rogue attacks have increased by thirty percent," Luther announced as he pointed to marks on the map. "They are testing our defenses."
"Then we eliminate the weakness," Draven replied without emotion. "Double the patrols and execute any rogue caught within five miles of our border."
The council members nodded in agreement and I felt my stomach turn at how casually they discussed killing wolves. I shifted my weight slightly to ease the ache in my lower back, and immediately a guard stepped forward and placed his hand on my shoulder. It wasn't a grip but it was a warning that I understood perfectly.
A younger council member glanced at me and cleared his throat.
"Alpha Draven, may I ask Melissa about her perspective on the alliance with her former pack?"
The room went silent and I felt Draven's body tense in the chair.
"You may ask the Luna," Draven corrected him coldly. "She is not Melissa to you or anyone else in this room."
"My apologies Alpha," the man stammered. "May I ask the Luna?"
"The Luna has nothing to say," Draven answered for me. "She belongs to Dark Moon Valley now and her past is irrelevant."
I stood there and swallowed the humiliation while my hands trembled at my sides. He had erased me completely and turned me into nothing more than a title that he controlled, but inside I was cataloging this moment along with all the others and storing it in the part of my mind that was building a map of how to destroy him.
The meeting dragged on for another hour and by the time it ended my legs were numb. The council members filed out while bowing to Draven and barely glancing at me, and when the last one left Draven stood and took my wrist in his hand.
"Come," he ordered as he pulled me toward the entrance hall.
I followed him without resistance and we walked through corridors lined with guards who bowed as we passed. When we reached the entrance hall I saw a group of visiting pack leaders waiting with their entourages, and Draven stopped in the center of the room and turned me by my shoulder to face them.
"This is Luna Melissa of Dark Moon Valley," Draven announced as he lifted my chin with one finger. "My mate and the mother of my future heir."
The visitors stared at me with expressions that ranged from curiosity to pity. I kept my hands still at my sides and my eyes level while I performed composure, but underneath the mask I was studying every face and listening to every name that was spoken.
Alpha Vincent from the eastern territories. Alpha Kael from the mountain pack. I filed each one away and noted the flickers of doubt I saw in their eyes when they looked at Draven.
"She is very young," Alpha Vincent observed carefully.
"She is exactly what I need," Draven replied with finality.
I stood there and let them examine me while my wolf Mia growled with rage in the back of my mind. Information was the only thing in this fortress that truly belonged to me.
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
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.
8.1
Pretty Devil
8.1
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
7.8
I thought I had found my savior in Alpha Camron after my adoptive family was brutally slaughtered.
But as I lay chained to the damp dungeon wall, my inner wolf silenced by silver poison, he sneered and rejected me.
"Did you really think I loved you? You were just a dumb, loyal dog."
He confessed that he had orchestrated my family's murder to frame Lycan King Asher.
Blinded by his lies, I had plunged a silver blade into Asher's heart—the only man standing in Camron's way to the throne.
My step-sister Erica then arrived to deliver the final, crushing blows.
"He was your true fated mate, Ella," she whispered with sadistic glee. "He loved you so much he retracted his aura, leaving himself defenseless so you wouldn't get hurt killing him."
Worse, she laughed at my swollen belly, revealing the baby I carried wasn't Camron's. He had paid a filthy Rogue to defile me in the dark.
The man I murdered was the other half of my soul, and the monster I trusted had destroyed everything I loved.
My heart simply gave out, drowning in an abyss of pure agony and hatred.
Opening my eyes again, the stench of burning flesh was gone.
I was back in my attic bedroom on my fifteenth birthday.
Today was the day my evil stepmother would start her deadly plot.
This time, I would tear them all apart.
9.0
I was the wolfless orphan taken in by the Blackwood pack, secretly in love with Ryker, the future Alpha.
At the Mating Moon ceremony, the Goddess miraculously chose me as his fated mate.
But instead of a blessing, it became my ultimate nightmare. He dragged me onto the sacred stone in front of the entire pack to publicly humiliate me.
"I reject you, Elara Vance, as my mate!"
He chose a powerful she-wolf over a freak like me. The severing of the bond nearly killed me. I accepted his rejection and fled, living as a rogue for three years to bury the agonizing echo of his betrayal.
When I finally returned to visit his sick father, I was no longer that pathetic, broken girl.
Yet, the very night I arrived, he threw a lavish engagement party with his chosen Luna, a deliberate slap in the face.
I refused to run this time. I walked into his ballroom with my head held high to prove I was finally free of him.
But the moment our eyes met across the crowded room, a soul-crushing agony exploded in my chest.
Across the hall, Ryker let out a harsh gasp, clutching his heart in identical, terrifying pain.
The sacred bond he had so ruthlessly destroyed three years ago wasn't dead.
And now, it was going to destroy us both.
8.7
Kaylee woke up to the smell of rotting leaves and blood, realizing she had transmigrated into the grimdark fantasy novel she was reading last night.
A robotic system in her head immediately delivered a death sentence: she was the tribe's vicious cannon fodder, and the male lead—a brutally tortured slave named Elijah—was currently dying on a totem pole outside.
"If he dies, you will face instant soul-detonation."
Kaylee rushed to the plaza, using her villainous authority to stop the execution and drag his mangled body back to her hut.
But saving him was a nightmare.
The original owner's sadism had traumatized him so deeply that her gentle touches and clean bandages only triggered his PTSD.
His feral energy spiraled out of control, his golden eyes burning with paranoid terror as he waited for a new, twisted psychological game.
To keep his energy from detonating and killing them both, Kaylee was forced to act like a monster.
"I didn't save you because I care. A dead slave is useless to me."
Only her cruel insults and threats of future torture calmed his broken mind.
Adding to her despair, she stumbled upon the novel's supposedly innocent heroine in the forest, only to hear her system detect a terrifying anomaly.
The fragile heroine had her own cheat system.
Trapped with a paranoid future-tyrant and a rival player manipulating the tribe's strongest warriors, Kaylee shoved a bowl of hot stew at the bleeding slave with a mocking sneer.
To survive this hell, she had to play the villain perfectly.