
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 7
Mellisa
I woke up to the sharp ache of swollen feet and a body that felt like it had been trampled by an entire pack. I tried to sit up but the pain shot through my legs and forced me back down onto the mattress with a gasp. I lay there for a moment and stared at the ceiling while I tried to gather enough strength to move.
The sound of voices outside my door pulled my attention away from the pain.
"The Alpha is gone now, we should rest," one guard said loudly.
"It's your turn to watch the Luna's door," another voice argued back.
"No, it's yours. I did it yesterday."
"You're lying. I was here yesterday."
I listened to them bicker back and forth like children and realized that this might be my only chance to do something for myself. I needed to know about the curse. What curse did Draven have and how was it going to affect me? The thought had been eating at me since Briston mentioned it the first night, and I couldn't just sit here and wait for answers that would never come.
I forced myself to sit up despite the pain and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My feet touched the cold floor and I winced as I stood up slowly and walked to the door. I pressed my ear against the wood and heard them still arguing about whose shift it was.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
The arguing stopped immediately and I heard fumbling on the other side before one of them opened it. He looked at me with surprise and then glanced back at his companion who was still scowling.
"Where are you going?" he asked halfheartedly.
"I need some air," I lied as I stepped past him into the hallway.
"Wait, you can't just..." the other guard started to protest.
"It's your job to stop her, not mine," the first guard cut him off.
"No, it's yours."
They went back to arguing and I walked away from them without looking back. I followed the hallway past the dining room and the council chamber and kept going until I found a corridor I had never been down before. At the end of it was a set of large wooden doors that looked old and forgotten.
I pushed them open and stepped into a library that was massive and dusty and completely empty. Rows of shelves stretched from floor to ceiling and the smell of old paper and leather filled the air. I walked between the shelves and ran my fingers along the spines of books while I searched for anything that might tell me about curses or Alpha bloodlines or Dark Moon Valley's history.
I pulled a thick leather-bound book from the shelf without reading the title and opened it to the first page. My wolf Mia growled slowly in the back of my mind and the sound was so low and unsettling that I froze.
What is it? I asked her silently.
Danger, she whispered back.
I placed the book on the nearest table and stared at it for a moment before I heard footsteps echoing through the library. I panicked and ducked behind the shelves and pressed my back against the wood while my heart pounded in my chest.
Briston walked into the library and passed me without stopping. I held my breath and watched him move toward the far end of the library. He stopped in front of a shelf and pulled out a book as if he had been looking for it specifically, and then he turned his head slightly and looked directly at where I was hiding.
Our eyes met and I felt my face burn with shame. He knew I was there. He had known the entire time.
He didn't say anything. He just turned away and walked to the desk in the center of the room and sat down with his back to me. He opened his book and began to read.
I stood there frozen for a long moment and debated whether I should run or stay, but something in the way he had looked at me told me that he wasn't going to report this to his father. I stepped out from behind the shelf and picked up the book I had placed on the table. I sat down on the floor with my back against the shelves because there was something about sitting on the floor that felt like a choice I was making for myself rather than a position assigned to me.
The book turned out to be a werewolf council legal text about ancient bloodline curses and pack law. I opened it and began to read while Briston sat at the desk and we did not speak for the rest of the hour.
The sound of running footsteps broke the silence and a guard burst through the library doors looking flustered and out of breath.
"Luna Melissa," he panted as he looked at me with wide eyes. "You can't just leave your room without permission."
Briston turned his head slightly without looking away from his book.
"Log library access on the household schedule going forward," he said in a tone that left no room for argument.
The guard hesitated and looked between us with confusion written all over his face.
Briston turned his head fully this time and met the guard's eyes with a stare that could have frozen water.
The guard pulled out a small notebook and wrote it down quickly before nodding and backing out of the room.
I kept reading and did not acknowledge any of it, but I felt something shift in the room that I could not name yet.
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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.