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 6
Mellisa
I spent an hour constructing the request in my head before dinner. I kept my voice low and my eyes down as I framed what I was thinking as modestly as I could.
I had already begun learning that the angle of approach mattered to him. The exhaustion from standing behind his chair all day had settled into my bones and the thought of food made my stomach turn, but I knew better than to skip dinner without permission.
"Alpha Draven," I began quietly as I looked down at my untouched plate. "May I be excused to rest? I'm not feeling well."
Draven put his glass on the table and the room went quiet in that specific way it always did when he shifted from eating to paying attention. I felt the change in the air before I saw him stand and my heart began to pound in my chest.
He came around the table and grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled until my face was pointed at the ceiling and my neck was stretched so tight I thought it might snap.
"Not feeling well?" he repeated in a voice that was low enough that only I could hear. "You think you can dictate when you eat and when you sleep in my castle?"
"I'm sorry," I whispered as tears pooled in the corners of my eyes from the pain. "I didn't mean..."
"You didn't mean what?" he hissed as he pulled harder. "You didn't mean to disrespect me at my own table?"
"Father, you've been pulling her hair since morning," Briston interrupted as he set his fork down with a deliberate clink. "Give the girl a break."
The room froze and I felt Draven's grip tighten even more before he released me with a forward push that sent me crashing into the table edge. The impact knocked the wind out of my lungs and I grabbed the table to keep from falling to the floor.
Draven turned to face his son with a rage that seemed to fill the entire room and his eyes began to glow with the gold of his wolf.
"What did you just say to me?" Draven demanded as he took a step toward Briston.
"I said give her a break," Briston repeated as he stood up and met his father's eyes without flinching. "She's exhausted and you've been treating her like a dog all day."
Draven moved faster than I could track and backhanded Briston across the face with enough force to send him stumbling backward into his chair. The sound of the impact echoed through the dining room and I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.
"You dare defend her?" Draven shouted as he grabbed Briston by the collar and lifted him slightly off the ground. "You dare question how I treat my property in my own home?"
"She's not property," Briston shot back as blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth. "She's a person."
Draven threw him back into the chair and the wood cracked under the impact. He stood there breathing heavily while his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides and I could see his wolf fighting to break free.
"Get out of my sight before I do something I regret," Draven growled.
Briston stood up slowly and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand before he looked at me with something that might have been pity. He walked out of the dining room without another word and slammed the door behind him.
Draven turned back to me and I flinched and took a step backward.
"Sit down and finish your meal," he ordered as he pointed to my chair. "You will eat every single bite on that plate and you will thank me for feeding you when you're done."
I sat down with trembling hands and picked up my fork while my stomach churned with nausea. I forced myself to take a bite of the cold food and swallowed even though it felt like glass going down my throat.
Draven sat back down and resumed eating as if nothing had happened while I choked down my dinner one painful bite at a time. When I finally finished he stood up and dropped his napkin on the table.
"Guard," he called out.
A man appeared in the doorway immediately.
"Take her to her room and lock the door," Draven commanded. "She needs rest."
The guard nodded and gestured for me to follow him. I walked through the corridors in silence while my body ached and my mind raced with everything that had just happened. When we reached my room the guard opened the door and waited for me to enter before he closed it behind me and I heard the lock engage from outside.
I stood in the middle of the room and breathed. I was not going to cry. I noted what had failed in my approach and I revised it and I filed the revision away for next time and I went to bed knowing that tomorrow would bring new horrors.
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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.