Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate
Lesley Williams was once the alpha's daughter, but a fatal accident took away everything she loved. Now she's her Uncle's pet and the pack's omega, which means she's constantly bullied and abused. She's broken inside, but she doesn't want to leave her father's pack in fear of what her uncle might do to them in retaliation. Her only comfort is that when she meets her mate, he'll be able to take her away from this hellhole...
Alpha Cedrick Silver had a mate once. A beautiful omega wolf, but she rejected him. Barely surviving the broken bond, he became ruthless and coldhearted, throwing himself into building up his pack to be the biggest and strongest pack in the nation. Now he has a girlfriend, that he's content with and he does not want a mate: EVER!
But the second their eyes met, Cedrick and Lesley realized that they were fated for each other. Not thrilled about having another omega mate, Cedrick is even more disgusted when he realized that not only is his second chance mate considered 'the pack's slut', but she's also half his age.
Does he want someone like that as his mate and Luna? Can she trust him with her secrets? Can these two broken people find love?
WARNING!!
This story contains scenes of sexual abuse of a child, rape, sex, strong language, verbal abuse, extreme bullying, mental disorders, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, gore, and other offenses that might be illegal in some countries.
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Chapter 11
Lesley's POV
I actually wanted to laugh.
He looked into my eyes, and stared at my boobs – eyes widened! Tried to look me in the eyes again but failed and took another long glare at my boobs! Eyes growing even bigger!
"You do realize that the mate-bond is created by looking into your mate's eyes, not her boobs, right?" I grinned, trying not to laugh out loud. Oh yeah! I had really big boobs! My nickname among the humans I knew in town, was "Big D". Guess what that stands for.
"So-sorry!" he stuttered, blushing like a virgin while trying to/not to look away. "Wh-why are you naked?"
"Because I'm washing my clothes," I answered as a matter of fact-ly. What? It's not like I could tell him that I was trying to avoid my cousins, because of my uncle's stupid alpha command! "Why else would I be in the laundry room?"
He looked at me again with a half "ups"/"make sense" expression, before his eyes glide back down my body. Damn! He's so cute, not trying to look. I smirked, once I caught his eye again. If possible, he blushes even more, once he realized he was caught red-handed. With a scowl, he took off his jacket and handed it to me. I didn't really question it and just put it on, that way I at least was dressed. It covered most of me, but with my size, it barely reached my thighs.
His scent drifted back into my nostrils, sending shivers down my spine. Good grief! I'd never smelled anything this nice before! It was a mixture of his cologne and the smell from before. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket.
"What happened?" he then suddenly asked, gesturing to my burned abdomen. I immediately knew what he meant. And like a self-defense mechanism, I lied.
"Cooking class," I answered hoping he didn't know, that that's not a subject in high school anymore. Damn this werewolf aging thing! He didn't look a day over 20! And for some reason, my first thought is that he is WAY out of my league! As in look up the definition of "tall, dark, and handsome" and there is a picture of this fucking guy. His eyes are a vibrant icy, blue color, that dominated most of his facial structure and which I find absolutely mesmerizing and beautiful beyond description. His jawline is perfectly enhanced by the perfect 5 o'clock shadow and his pitch-black hair is cut short at the sides and long on top, with a style that makes him look like a model from fucking photoshop! And oh god! I haven't even gotten to his body yet! I know he was shamelessly eye-raping me, but holy virgin Marry, I wanted that on top of me!
His eyes meet mine again and I can feel my wolf jump back at the intense stare and almost disappear to the back of my consciousness.
Seriously?! I thought to myself. The whole mate thing is entire because of our wolves and she goes into hiding the second she finds hers? She's even so far back, I bet my mate's wolf can't even sense her! Which would explain the confused look on his face right now.
"Lesley?!"
We're both snapped out of our trance and turned to face the intruder. My heart sank and my skin turned to ice. Fuck!
"What are you doing here? You know what? Never mind!", my uncle's voice thunders into the room and way too quickly his judgmental and angry eyes find mine and I know, he's going to make the rest of my day hell! "Now you're here, get upstairs and help your Luna with her routine." I nodded and lowered my eyes, as I passed the both of them. But before I reached the stairs, I felt Uncle grip my hands, pulling my face dangerously close to his; his warm and disgusting breath on my skin. "Mess up, and I'll make you pay!"
"Yes, alpha," I answered, trying to hold back a shiver down my spine. I could still sense my mate close by, but I didn't expect him to do anything. No one in their right mind went up against an alpha.!
"Don't touch her like that!"
A deep animalistic growl filled the room. I snapped my head around and saw my mate fuming with anger, taking a threatening step toward my uncle. And to my utter glee, he flinched away for a second. But that's all it was. A second! He regained his posture and with a slight shove, pushed me up the stairs. Another warning growl rumbled in my mate's chest, but this time Uncle Harry was prepared for it.
"I find it's the only thing that works on her," he answered, sending me another death glare. Great. I was now going to pay for this! But somehow, I was still surprised by the way my mate had stood up for me. But then again, why wouldn't he? He was my mate, right? The one who would never hurt me, right?
"She's completely impossible to control," my uncle continued cold as ice, while I hid at the top of the stairs. My heart was racing. What was he going to say to uncle? Would he accept me? Would he.?
"She's my mate!"
My heart jumped and so did my wolf. YES! He said it! I'm his mate! He acknowledged us! I'm getting out of here.!
"Excuse me?!"
And that's when the sudden realization hit me. Not the surprise or disbelief in my uncle's voice. Or that Trevor and Fraya were coming out of their rooms; also listening in on the conversation with utter disbelief and hate on their faces.
No...
I was going to leave my father's pack!
"That girl," my mate said again, this time power was raiding off his voice. "She's my mate!"
I heard Fraya make some lame-ass comment, but I didn't stick around to find out what it was. I turned down the hall and went up to the attic. The key to the door was long gone, but I felt somehow safe once I closed it behind me. My heart was racing, and my head was spinning. I felt weak in my knees and before I knew it, I was stumbling down on my wood floor bed. Everything still rushing in and out of my brain.
I know that it's customary for a she-wolf to leave her pack if her mate is from a different pack, but. This time was different. I was going to leave everyone. They'd be left in their own misery just like Amanda! Who was going to help them? Who was going to protect them?
It had always been my responsibility to make sure everybody was ok. That everybody got what they needed. I was the one who went against my uncle's stupid ranking system and made sure loans were paid and medication got ordered. I was even Uncle Harry's punching bag, so he didn't hurt anybody else. Who was going to take care of my father's pack, if I was gone.?
Lesley!
It was again my uncle's voice, that snapped me out of my trance. I jumped up for absolutely no good reason, other than he startled me. I really hated this mind-link!
Get downstairs! NOW!
It wasn't a request.
Yes, Alpha Harry.
I quickly pulled on a pair of leggings, a T-shirt that was closing in on being two sizes too small, hugging my body the way it used to, before I grew breasts, and one of Dean's famous pullovers. I combed my hair with my fingers, so I at least looked somewhat presentable, before I ran downstairs again.
My uncle and mate were in the living room, both with a glass of gin in their hands. Celebrating something? Somehow the irony in that made a smile creep across my lips.
The second I entered the room, my mate stood up and came over to me. DAMN! He's tall! And I'm tall, so that's saying something. Dean had only been like 3 or 4 inches taller than me and my uncle wasn't any different, so seeing this guy, for the first time in my life, I had to tilt my head backward to meet his gaze. His very intense gaze I might add. I wondered if he smelled Dean on this blouse after all this time.?
"Lesley," Uncle Harry started very formally, forcing me to look away from my mate to his ugly grin. "This is Alpha Cedrick."
My heart sank and I'm pretty sure my wolf fainted.
What the---?!
My mate was an ALPHA?!
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The Offering of the Blood Moon
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Kiana was raised to hate the beasts and fear the shadows, to believe that being taken meant losing everything. But when she is torn from her village and delivered into the arms of Silas, the Alpha King, she discovers the truth is far more dangerous
Her greatest threat is not death.
It's the way her body betrays her in his presence.
Silas is dominance carved into living form iron muscle, quiet authority, and a darkness that wraps around her like a slow, suffocating promise. He is a king who does not ask, He takes,He commands, He owns, Yet the one woman who should fall at his feet dares to meet his gaze, challenge his control, and ignite something wild beneath his carefully restrained power.
And Silas... does not walk away from what tempts him.
Their connection is immediate. Violent. Addictive.
Every clash of words burns hotter than the last. Every step closer feels like crossing a line neither of them can uncross. The tension between them coils tight, thick with heat and unspoken hunger, until even the air feels too heavy to breathe.
In the quiet shadows of the royal chambers, where the moonlight spills like liquid silver across bare skin, resistance begins to crack. The scent of cedar and rain clings to him as he closes in, his presence overwhelming, his touch slow and deliberate-like he already knows exactly how she'll respond.
And she does.
Every time.
His hands don't just touch they linger. Claim. Promise.
Every brush of his lips is not gentle... it's consuming.
And when his mouth finds the sensitive curve of her neck, Kiana's defiance falters, her breath catching as something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous rises to the surface an aching, restless need she cannot fight, no matter how hard she tries.
Because this is not just desire.
It is a bond that burns.
A pull that tightens.
A hunger that refuses to be denied.
Yet the closer they get, the more dangerous the line becomes.
Between control... and surrender.
Between hatred... and craving.
Between captor... and something far more consuming.
Because under the Blood Moon, nothing is ever halfway.
And once you're claimed...
There is no escape.
7.6
I was arranging white lilies on the cold marble of my husband's grave when I saw a ghost.
Walking through the cemetery gates was a man who looked exactly like my dead husband, Dante.
Logic said it was his twin brother, Matteo. But a wife knows the slope of a man's shoulders. She knows the arrogant tilt of his chin.
My husband hadn't been blown up in a car bomb three years ago.
He had faked his death to steal his brother's rank, his fortune, and his mistress.
For three years, I had forced our son, Leo, to kiss a photograph goodnight. We lived in a damp, peeling apartment, surviving on the "charity" of the Family.
Meanwhile, Dante was living in a mansion, driving cars that cost more than my life, playing house with another woman.
When he came to our cramped apartment to drop off the monthly "pension" money, pretending to be Uncle Matteo, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at his watch.
When Leo ran to hug him, shouting "Papa," Dante peeled the boy's small arms off his expensive suit like he was removing a piece of lint.
"Don't call me that," he snapped. "I am your Uncle."
My grief turned into ice. He chose another woman's comfort over his own son's hunger.
I grabbed Leo's hand and walked out the door.
"You walk away, and you get nothing!" Dante shouted after me. "You'll be on the street!"
I didn't stop. I walked straight to the black SUV idling at the curb.
The window rolled down, revealing Salvatore Vitiello. The Don. The most lethal man in the city.
"Get in, Elena," he commanded.
I opened the door and slid onto the leather seat next to the devil himself.
As we drove away, leaving my husband in the dust, I realized I had just traded a liar for a killer.
And I didn't regret it for a second.
8.0
I was the perfect Mafia wife, my dowry the foundation of my husband's ambition. I paid for his Yale degree, his tailored suits, and the very mansion he called his own. My reward? He paraded his mistress into my bedroom and declared her his second wife, expecting me to silently finance their affair.
They thought they had broken a merchant's daughter. They forgot I was raised by wolves.
Armed with a blood chit—a life debt owed to my family by the most feared man in Chicago—I walked into the lion's den. I went to Damien 'The Wraith' Falcone, the Dark Don who rules the Outfit with an iron fist, to demand a simple annulment.
But the King of Chicago isn't interested in simple transactions. He saw the steel beneath my silk, the vendetta burning in my eyes. He granted me my freedom, but at a price: my allegiance. Now, I'm a pawn in his lethal game of thrones, caught between a treacherous husband I swore to destroy and a ruthless Don who looks at me with a terrifying, possessive hunger.
In a city built on loyalty and betrayal, I'm about to teach them all that a queen's wrath is the deadliest weapon of all.
7.3
e didn't come to stop my wedding to Daniel. He came to claim me for himself.
One moment I was walking toward "I do" - toward Daniel, my safe, predictable future. Next, his men stormed the church, and I was dragged from the altar in my lace dress, veil torn, dreams shattered. I became the prize of the most dangerous man in the city.
Eric Moretti. The Mafia King. Cold eyes. Sinful mouth. Hands that have ended lives... and now own mine.
"Daniel can't protect you," he growled against my ear that first night, locking me in his penthouse. "He never could. But me, Seraphina? I'll owe you. Cherish you. Destroy anyone who looks at you twice. You're mine now."
I fought him. I screamed. I clawed.
He pinned my wrists above my head and showed me exactly what resistance costs.
But somewhere between the silk sheets and the dangerous midnight confessions, hate began to blur with something far more terrifying-need. His touch sets my skin on fire. His voice commands my pulse. And when he looks at me like I'm the only light in his dark world, I forget Daniel's name. I forget I was ever meant to be someone else's bride.
"I should let you go," he admits one night, lips trailing down my throat. "Send you back to your safe little life with Daniel. But I'm a selfish bastard. And you... You've gotten under my skin, Bella."
But in his world, love is a death sentence. Enemies circle. Betrayal festers. And when they come for him, they'll have to go through me-the bride who stopped being a captive the moment I chose to stay.
They say the Mafia King has no heart. They're wrong. He gave it to me-and I'll burn this city down before I let anyone take it from him.me to add more tension between Eric and Daniel, or make Daniel a bigger threat?
9.3
"I was told I was a monster. My father told me I was a pawn. He didn't realize I was a Queen."
For seventeen years, Kaia has been locked in a gilded cage, hidden from the world and her own reflection. As the Kentrikos Territory's best-kept secret, she is the White Wolf-a myth, a legend, and a target. Now, her father is selling her to the highest bidder to secure his legacy.
The rules were simple: Choose a mate. Secure the alliance. Don't ask questions.
But as Kaia is paraded through the four territories to meet her potential Alphas, her sheltered existence begins to unravel. Her wolf, Selah, isn't looking for a mate-she's looking for blood. From the frozen wastes of the north to the high-tech laboratories of the west, Kaia uncovers a trail of secrets.
In a world of Alphas, the rarest wolf of all is done playing nice. Kaia must decide: will she be the submissive mate they expect, or the Alpha they should have feared?
7.4
As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne's only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head.
She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.
King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.
Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus's ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone's imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.
No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.
However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.
In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.
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"Now... where should I put you both?" he asked casually, not expecting a reply. "It's regretful that I only have one chandelier."
"Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don't deserve this," Atticus mused to himself. "The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over... Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?"
"Atticus!" Daphne screamed. "I don't want any heads! Let them go."
"Fair enough." Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.
There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.
Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.
"I told you to let them go!" Daphne cried out.
"Yes, I let them go," Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. "To receive divine judgment from the heavens."