Kidnapped By Mate

His eyes were black when he bit into her neck. Belle doesn't remember much from last night, but she remembers that. Before the pain and pleasure had pulsed through her, overpowering her, he had looked at her with eyes that weren't even human. The next thing she knows, she's waking up in his bed. His massive, muscular arms wrapped around her, his hot breath ghosting over the throbbing bite mark he left on her throat. Against all reason, she wants him to seal his lips over his mark again, to lick and suck and bite. She wants his hands to wander, his low voice to whisper filthy promises in her ear before he follows through. But that's insane. Sure, he's any woman's wet dream, but he's also a complete stranger. The only thing she knows about him is how he introduced himself. Alpha Grayson. But was Alpha a title or a name? And why did he keep calling her his mate?

Chapters

Chapter 1

1. Stranger at the Bar

BELLE

I couldn't keep my eyes off the man across the bar from me.

At that moment, I wished that I had dressed up for my flight to Paris.

When our eyes met for a moment, a wave rushed through my body, an unfamiliar feeling I had never experienced. It was like I had found all the answers I was looking for.

I dropped my gaze, turning to the drink in front of me. I needed to calm my nerves.

Flying made me nervous.

Slowly, my eyes drifted back to the man, who was now looking down at his phone.

He was breathtaking... Large to the point that he almost looked comical in his bar stool. His muscles strained against his black shirt and blue jeans, telling me he must've spent quite a lot of time in the gym. He had chocolate-brown hair, mesmerizing dark-green eyes, and a jaw that could've cut through diamond.

His lips were luscious and full, and I unconsciously leaned in, imagining how it would feel to press my lips against them. I imagined what I might do if I were the sort of person that was confident enough to approach him.

I found myself daydreaming about the possibilities...

"What's your name?" I would ask from across the bar.

He would smile and bring his drink along to sit right next to me.

Then he would lean in and whisper his name into my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe.

"Meet me in the bathroom," I would wink before walking away.

I would feel his eyes burning the back of my neck.

A few moments later he would burst through the door, his eyes dripping with desire.

His hard body would press against mine, nearly knocking the air out of me.

He would push me up against the sink, kissing my neck, my legs straddled around him.

"Alpha," a man approached him. "It's time to board the plane."

What a strange way to speak to someone, I thought to myself, downing the last few sips of my drink.

Before he got up, the gorgeous stranger looked at me one last time, a mischievous smile on his face, like he could read my every thought.

"Final boarding call for Flight 2497 to Paris," the announcement boomed overhead.

"Shit," I looked at the time. I was late.

I ushered the bartender over. "May I have the check please?"

"Don't worry about it darling," she said. "That gentleman over there already paid for it." How strange... He paid for my drink and yet did not say a word to me.

I tried to push away my thoughts about the stranger as I walked across the airport toward the gate, luggage in tow. I couldn't seem to calm myself down, even though I tried.

I absolutely hated flying.

And an eleven-hour flight to Paris was the last thing I wanted to be doing the day before Christmas Eve. But my mother had begged me to come spend the holidays with her and her husband.

I knew that she'd only invited me out of guilt.

I hadn't seen my mother in over five years, and she'd seemed to have no problem leaving me behind after my dad had gotten sick. It had only taken her one year to get remarried and one more to have a kid.

Once on the airplane, I couldn't keep my hands from shaking.

When I finally made it to my seat, far in the back of the plane, I looked at the man who I would sit beside for the next eleven hours. His gaze moved up and down my body, stopping at my chest for a while before meeting my eyes.

He smirked. "Well, hello there."

Great. Just perfect. I get to spend the next eleven hours being ogled by a creep.

"Hi," I muttered.

Ignoring Mr. Creeper, I picked up my carry-on and lifted it above me to put it in the overhead compartment.

I had almost managed to fit my luggage in when I felt hands wrap around my waist, touching the bare skin of my stomach where my shirt had ridden up.

The hands tightened around me and sparks ran down my frame. I jerked my head around to see who was attached to the hands, and felt my eyes widen as I took him in.

It was the man from the bar.

A sudden deep growl snapped me back into an upright position, and my eyes met his to find that he was watching me check him out.

I probably should have slapped him, but instead I let my eyes close and basked in the feeling of his arms around me as delicious sparks coursed through my body. I didn't even know that it was possible to feel this good.

I felt his head move from mine as he bent to nuzzle my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access, and he let out an approving grunt.

And then I felt him place a gentle kiss right where my neck and shoulder met. First my knees went weak, then my entire body went numb as a breathy sigh exited my mouth. He smiled against my neck, chuckling and taking all of my weight into his arms as I leaned completely into him to stop myself from falling.

I was in absolute heaven.

The clearing of a throat snapped me out of my trance, and I squeaked and tried to pull away, remembering where I was.

I heard my suitcase sliding toward me and quickly ducked, waiting for its hard corner to smash into my head.

But nothing happened, and instead I heard, "Careful, beautiful."

He smiled at me and winked before shoving my bag into the compartment and snapping it closed. Still keeping his hand on my back, he turned to look at the woman behind him who had been trying to get our attention during our intense moment. The woman looked shocked, and hesitantly cleared her throat once more.

"Sorry, I just need to get to my seat, and you guys are blocking the aisle. I didn't mean to interrupt your reunion. You two clearly haven't seen each other in a while," she smiled sweetly.

Wanting to correct her, I opened my mouth to say that we had never technically met before, but the man holding me beat me to it.

"We were just finding our seats. We'll be out of your way in a second." His voice was smooth and reassuring.

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Tyla thought Miami was her fresh start. She didn't expect to become the obsession of the city's most dangerous "Golden Boy," Daniel Thorne. He's untouchable, wealthy beyond measure, and used to getting what he wants. And right now? He wants Tyla-body, soul, and everything in between. But the heat in Miami isn't just from the sun. While Daniel's magnetic pull draws Tyla into a world of high-stakes parties and whispered promises, a blade is being sharpened in the shadows. Summer, the "best friend" who has lived in Tyla's shadow for years, has finally reached her breaking point. Summer doesn't just want Daniel; she wants Tyla's life. And she's willing to burn both of them to the ground to get it.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.3

Death Of A Marriage, Birth Of Revenge

8.3

My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face. It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table. Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress. With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman. The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage? I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.

Action Modern Romance

9.2

Her Professor, His Obsession

9.2

Aria Giovanni has never been a rule breaker, until her last year in college. She unknowingly spent a night with her new professor, professor Damon Carter. She thought he was just a professor. He knew she was the key to his revenge. Aria Giovanni has only one goal... graduate from Westbridge University and finally leave behind the struggles of student life. But that reckless night out changes everything when she was in the arms of a mysterious stranger... one she's sure she'll never see again. Until she walks into her literature class. Damon Carter isn't just a professor, he's a billionaire leading a double life. His mission is simple, get close to Aria, use her to lure out her father... Robert Giovanni... the man who destroyed his life five years ago. But as his carefully laid out plans unfold, Damon finds himself entangled in something far more dangerous than revenge... desire. Aria knows she shouldn't fall for her professor. He's older, off-limits, and far too dangerous for her heart. When the truth comes out, shattering her world, Aria is forced to face the ultimate betrayal. Now, with her future on the line, and her heart caught between love and revenge, she must decide... Will she walk away from him forever, or surrender to the man who's been obsessed with her from the start?

Action Modern Young Adult

8.5

His Cold Heart, My Fiery Soul

8.5

Delphine Yenla has learned one thing the hard way; love doesn't just hurt, it breaks you in ways you don't recover from. So she stopped believing in it. She chose independence, control, and a life where no one could get close enough to hurt her again. And for a while, it worked. Until Wilson Dan walked into her world. Cold, composed, and impossible to read, Wilson is the kind of man who never loses control. He does not get involved. He does not make mistakes. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter. But she doesn't realize... Wilson is not the kind of man you resist twice. People don't challenge him. Delphine does. From their very first encounter, something shifts. The tension between them is immediate, sharp, unsettling, impossible to ignore. And from the moment he notices her, walking away stops being a choice. Every conversation feels like a quiet battle. Every glance lingers longer than it should. And the more they try to stay in control, the more everything begins to slip. But this is not just about attraction. There are things Wilson isn't saying. Things Delphine is starting to notice. And people around them who are already watching... and waiting. What began as resistance quickly became something she cannot control. Because this is not just about feelings. It is about power. It is about position. And Delphine may already be standing somewhere she doesn't understand, somewhere she cannot simply walk away from. Is she getting closer to Wilson... or already too deep to step out? When control finally breaks, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Some hearts don't just fall in love. They fall into something they may not survive.

Action Mafia Romance

8.1

Married to the Man I Hate

8.1

She never imagined love would begin with a marriage she didn't want. Forced into a union to save her family, Elena promised herself one thing, she would never love her husband. But the man she hated was nothing like she expected... And the heart she tried to protect slowly betrayed her.

Action Modern Romance

8.9

Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge

8.9

I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end. The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds. She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck—my mother’s necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers. My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy—it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay. But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother’s voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I’m the one who holds the shears.

Action Fantasy Mystery

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