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.

Chapters

Chapter 2

Lesley's POV

Amanda cried. A LOT! I did the best I could to console her – because: friendship, bitches! – and I even did it without pulling the "I fucking told you so!"-card. Because I fucking told her so! But I think she learned her lesson and there was no reason to rub it anymore in her face.

A very, very long while later, she had fallen asleep and I snuck out of her room. Downstairs I ran into her father, Adrian. He was a pack warrior – very much respected back in my father's days – but now, like most of the pack warriors, he'd lost his pride in being a warrior, as he didn't see it very honorable to kill women and children. Anyone who trespassed - man, woman, or child - was killed. And anyone – even pack members! – who disrespected the alpha, were harshly punished. How I'd stayed alive for so long, I have no idea--- or rather, I knew, but I was in denial.!

"Thank you for sticking up for her," he whispered, sounding just as dead inside as he looked on the outside. "I know it couldn't have been easy."

"It's fine," I answered with a slight smile. "How's Doris?"

Doris was Amanda's mother and Adrian's mate. She was a funny, outgoing, and all-around fantastic person to be around. But a feminist to the bone. Hence why she didn't mind her daughter satisfying her needs. You know: "if boys can, girls can"- sort of argument. Now she was sick, but because she was a rank 3 pack member – a rank system that my uncle had made up – she wasn't allowed to get treatment from the pack healer.

"She has good days and bad days," he answered honestly, treating me more like an adult than a teenager, and forcing his frown into a small, tired smile. "But as long as there's life, there's hope, right?"

He asked because he knew I'd do everything in my power to help--- unlike the actual Luna of this pack. I'd been doing this for as long as I could remember. I would follow my mother around and ask the same questions she did and by the time I was 8, I knew every single member of this pack. Their background, their family, and their stories. My dad used to say, that I was too young and that I should play more. But mom wouldn't hear a word of it. She thought it was good for my development that I got to know the pack. I happened to agree. And being daddy's girl, all I had to do was just bat my lashes at him, and he would agree to everything I said with a huge smile on his face.

Once they passed, I continued doing what needed to be done.

"She'll pull through, I'm sure of it," I answered smiling a little more sincerely, knowing I had a smile that could cure cancer – or so they said! "Besides, Tanja is coming home next week! I'll make sure she'll come by to look in on you guys."

Finally, his smile turned sincere and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Tanja was a healer in training, but she was doing her training in a neighboring pack, visiting her home once or twice a month. And while the old pack healer didn't dare to go against our alpha's orders, Tanja lurked around the pack at night, doing what she could for the lower-ranking members.

Adrian nodded and followed me to the door, bidding me good night. I did the right thing as said good night back, but there was no way in hell I was going to have a good night. Remember? I'd mutilated the alpha's son? If the visit to the Principal's office was bad, it paled in comparison to what my uncle had planned for me.

"So," my uncle said softly, poison dripping from every word, and the threat to my life was very real. "You think you can attack my children and get away with it?"

I knew I was in trouble! My heart was racing, and my hands got sticky. I honestly felt sick.

What? You thought I was some superhuman? I wasn't! I sometimes got so scared, that my stomach felt like a rock. I felt embarrassed and humiliated to the point where I wanted to cry and die! And I sometimes felt so weak and broken, that I honestly believed I would never be whole again. Even my wolf cowered away in the back of my mind. Broken, like everything else about me. She didn't speak to me and sometimes I barely felt her there. Even my wolf knew. I was worthless, useless, and unwanted. I sometimes wished my uncle would just kill me and end my suffering. But my punishment was my uncle's favorite entertainment.

I stood with crossed arms and avoided his gaze. And of course, put up my brave face. I knew what was going to happen next, but there was no way in hell I was going to give this pig the pleasure of knowing how I was fucking freaking out on the inside.

You see--- I was 10 when my father died. Before my wolf appeared. I moved into the packhouse attic, with the other two omegas – both males in their early 20's back then. They'd been pack warriors and outright blamed my uncle for killing my brother, so my uncle turned them into Omegas. You'll need to remember them later.

From time to time, my uncle would call me down from the attic. Often late at night and when most people in the house were asleep. I was too young to work so I was just going to school and doing my homework during the day. But at night he told me, I had to earn my living in the pack. He feed me, cloth me, gave me a home – MY home I might add! – and now I had to give something back.

I don't remember the first time so well. I cried and he told me to shut the fuck up, before beating me multiple times. But I do remember the routine. I would get called down from the attic and told to meet him in the guest bedroom. He would always be sitting on the bed, so he was the first thing I saw when I got through the door.

He would tell me to lock it.

I did that.

Then to take off all my clothes.

I did that.

He would look at me for a long time. Enough for me to start shivering from the cold. And even then, he would just smirk and watch me some more. When enough time had passed, he would call me over to sit next to him.

I also did that.

It was warm sitting next to him, but I would still shiver, knowing what would come next.

He grabbed my waist and placed me on my back in the center of the bed. My hands over my head and legs spread. Then he would be looking again. He would touch me. His touch sent cold shivers through my entire body, making me feel sick. Then he would get undressed himself and lie next to me. For some reason, he'd always whisper his mate's name in my ear. Saying sweet things about her. I guess he wanted me to be her, now that she was old and saggy. And – oh yeah! – in a wheelchair! She'd had a skiing accident 6 years ago that severed her spine, making her paralyzed from the waist down. I guess when my uncle didn't get to satisfy his need with her, he settled for me. Like I could replace her.

But I couldn't.

I was just a girl with a naked, grown-ass man on top of me.

The first time I could barely walk when I got back to the attic. I laid down, sobbing. A snarl from one of the sleeping warriors to "shut up" and I immediately closed my mouth, scared to enrage them too. But to my surprise, the other one got up and came over to me. Sitting across from me, I could see his dark eyes in the sparse moonlight coming from the loft window.

"Hey, little one," he said with a soft smile and laid down next to me. He reached out his hand and pulled a stray hair out of my face, revealing my pink eye and swollen cheek. "Did he hurt you?"

"Yes," I nodded in a barely audible whisper. He sighed.

"Listen, if you want to survive, then don't let them know, that they got to you," he informed me, every single one of his words stinging like knives in my heart. "Never let them see, that they hurt you. Never let them see you sad or cry. Never let them know, they broke you." He tucked me in and held me close to his chest; feeling the warmth of his body, made me stop shivering for a while.

"That's how you'll survive as an Omega."

That's when something inside me snapped. My heart was hurting so bad and I felt like everything good had left my body and I would never be happy again. Perhaps – in a way – that was true. The only way I would survive this feeling was to pretend, it wasn't there.

I laid down and pretended that it hadn't happened. That I wasn't hurting. That the pain wasn't real.

And in the end, I got very good at that.

I later learned, that the omega's name was Dean and for a short while, we were friends. He looked out for me. In time we became more than friends actually. Dean became like a brother to me. Snuck food and water to me, when I was being punished. Took the blame for things that were really my fault... He was the second son of our old beta and before his rank was taken, he'd been one of the strongest warriors in the Highland pack. But he never complained about being an omega. He'd tell me over and over again, that a warrior's job was to protect the alpha bloodline and that meant me. He'd always treat me kindly and fairly. Cleaning me up, every time I'd had a bad beating or Uncle Harry had been too rough; reminding me to not let it show. Had I'd seen Frozen at this time I would be able to relate!

The best he did for me though, was when he secretly taught me self-defense. That's who I ever stood a chance against a big bully like Trevor! Everything I knew about kicking ass, Dean taught me. And honestly, I loved him for it!

That's until 2 years ago.

Continue to next part

For ten years, I disguised myself as my dead twin brother, fighting bloody mob wars to build the Falcone family's bootlegging empire. When the war ended, I thought I could finally take off the men's suits and be Anya again. Instead, my parents stole my victories to secure my father's power, demanding I disappear forever. When I tried to expose the truth, my family dragged me into a soundproof basement. My younger brother forced a metal funnel past my teeth and poured corrosive chemicals down my throat, dissolving my vocal cords into a blistered ruin. They chained me to a freezing pier, whipped me bloody, and let the men I used to lead spit on me as a jealous traitor. Then, under the guise of a family reconciliation dinner, my mother drugged my wine. While I lay paralyzed but fully conscious on my bed, my brother took heavy iron pliers and crushed all ten of my fingers, bone by bone. They wanted to ensure I could never hold a gun or write the truth again. I had slaughtered for them, bled for them, and craved only their love. In return, they pulverized my body and painted me as a hysterical madwoman just to keep the crown I had won for them. The foolish girl who wanted a family died in that agonizing pain, leaving behind only a ghost. Dragging my mangled, bandaged body into the rival Romano family's charity gala, I collapsed at the feet of their ruthless matriarch. "I invoke the sacred code," I rasped through my chemically burned throat. "I demand a Vendetta."

Action Mafia Modern

8.7

Ex Begs Back-After Letting Another Wolf Claim My Kid

8.7

I've spent years as the Blake pack's punching bag-all because of a lie about my dad. Veronica, the she-wolf I once loved, the mother of my little Ivy, spat on me daily. "You're a rogue," she'd snarl, slamming me into walls. "Ivy will never know you're her father." Preston, that snake, made it worse. He paid thugs to beat me, whispered lies to turn the pack against me. But when Veronica locked me in a basement with rabid dogs? That's when I knew I had to die-or fake it. I chose the latter. Now I'm free. Camille's in my arms, our daughter Lila clinging to my leg, her laugh brighter than the moon. But Veronica found me. "Owen, I love you," she sobbed, dragging me to a binding ceremony. I stared at Camille, at Lila's sleeping face. "Some wounds don't heal, pup."

Mafia Romance Werewolf

8.7

GLACIER TRUCE

8.7

Meet Two different Families. They are the two most dangerous Mafias in the whole of Italy, across Sicily and to this day, no other clan stands a chance against them. First Family. Name: Cactus Clan Name: Nightshade Clan Godmother, Serena, the head of the clan. A woman who is feared even by powerful men. She's a definition of craziness. She's well know for being a crazy witch that nobody wants to mess with. Erica, 25 years old, the first daughter, another witch who took after their mother without any single difference in character. She is very obedient to the core as she follows whatever their mother says without bothering to think about it. She's a badass fighter and can't go a day without spilling blood. Venetta, 23 years old. Second daughter and the craziest girl you might ever encounter. You can never understand her mood. It fluctuates... one minute she's smiling, the next second she's something else...and the reason is she's a drug addict. She sniffs like her life depends on it. Jazzlyn, 21 years old. She has no single similarity to her other siblings. Not like she was hated but she wasn't loved like the others. She was not allowed to go to any mission because she wasn't trained and was regarded as weakling. Her offense was that she had a weak heart. She had never gotten things right. She has badly wanted to train, wanted to go to mission but it was basically her fault and nobody's that she wasn't good. She keeps on trying and still can't. She can't even handle a gun. She was always left out during missions. One crazy thing she enjoys doing is cutting herself. She loves making herself bleed. * Second Family. Name: Truce. Clan Name: Hades fruit Clan Godfather, Padrino. The only one who's not scared of Serena. Instead he's also feared by everyone and every other clan in Italy, except Serena's though. Renzo, First Son, 25 years old. A playboy, bully and a dangerous killer. Padrino trust him more than anyone in the world cos he does not believe in love. Ace, second son, 24 years old. He's a playboy also and a drug addict. He went schooling in the states and ended up making a transfer back to Italy. He's a nice person and at the same time cold. And then we have, Glacier. 24 years old. He is merely a tool. Crazy, right? The son of Padrino, a tool? He's the most hated one in the family and clan. Even though he's one of them. He was never trained, not even how to defend himself but surprisingly, he had his first kill at the age of ten. He gets beaten up even when Renzo and Ace makes the mistakes. He gets beaten like a thief and he was used to the countless and ugly bruises all over his body. He doesn't talk, always alone, a weirdo. Amidst all this, Glacier is a strikingly handsome young man. He is the very definition of what it means to be devoid of mercy. He has no heart....he has been taught never to smile, laugh or frown. His expression is always unreadable. No one can decrypt his thoughts. After his first kill at the age of ten which was a shock to Padrino, he started leading every mission and decides who will accompany him. Everyone knows better to avoid his wrath, except for Renzo, who never backs down, though he is no match for Glacier. * Everything is all about competition to both families. Both families are sworn enemies for reasons unknown and they succeeded in passing the hatred on and on to their children. In a single word, they are bloody enemies and there's even a rule guiding that. A Nightshade must not be seen getting intimate with an Hades fruit and vice versa. They shouldn't be seen talking or chitchatting. They should keep hating on each other. Now let's talk about the school they all attend... Acme University. The school popular slogan which was common among the students is if you can't beat the rich, melt away. Acme University is an institution where the sons and daughters of the wealthy and powerful Mafia families ruled the halls. This elite school was notorious for its lax academic standards And rampant bullying, where family connections and social hierarchy dictated the pecking order there. At the top of the food chain were the *Capi*, the heirs to the most powerful Mafia families[Hades fruit Clan and Nightshade Clan] Below the Capi were the *Sottocapi*, the children of mid-level Mafia families, who aspired to climb the ranks and gain favor with the Capi. The *Bourgeoisie*, the offspring of wealthy business families, often caught between loyalty to their families and the allure of Mafia power. At the bottom of the hierarchy were the *Plebeians* Let's stop here.... A war begins. But what happens when this war transforms into something unexpected, something forbidden? What dark secrets will be revealed? Curious to find out where the dark forbidden romance comes from. You can't miss this book for anything.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

Marriage Secrets: Taming the secret Mafia Queen

7.1

"Your bravery is admirable, General. Pity it will be your last day," She purred, her voice laced with venom as it echoed through the phone. Silence met her words, and with a satisfied smirk, she placed the phone back on the table. Reaching for her wine glass, she took a sip savoring the taste of revenge. Raven's eyes shifted to the man standing before her. His rigid posture betrayed his fear as she issued her next command. "Kill him slow and messy. Make a little video of it" A devilish smile crept into her face as she imagined the scene. ***** Lelia Morin, an accomplished businesswoman known for her philanthropic endeavours, had a reputation of being kind, generous and virtuous. Crowned as the Nation's woman", she was an epitome of beauty and grace. One fateful night, her judgment clouded with alcohol leading her into a night of passion with a mysterious man. Reid Donovan awoke to the unexpected sight of a stunning woman beside him, and due to the circumstances and the strange attraction he had with her. He decided to take responsibility for his actions by marrying her. Little did they know that both of them were harbouring secrets. A secret like Reid Donovan being an undercover General sent to investigate the Moran family. Which is unknown to the world it's her family. These hidden truths were more dangerous than they could ever imagine. As their lives begin to intertwine, these secrets threaten to ruin their lives, risking everything they hold dear. Will they be able to conquer and confront those secrets or will the secrets end up pushing them deep into its abyss.

Mafia Mystery Romance

8.2

Marrying the Mafia's Daughter

8.2

Forced into an arranged marriage, a powerful billionaire finds himself bound to the daughter of a notorious mafia kingpin. This union, designed to bridge two dangerous worlds, quickly spirals into a web of secrets and unexpected desire. As they navigate their volatile alliance, they must decide if their connection is a liability or their greatest strength. In a landscape defined by loyalty and betrayal, can true love survive the crossfire?

Billionaire Mafia Romance

9.0

Revenge for Mom: Destroying His Mafia World

9.0

My fiancé, the Underboss of the DeLuca Crime Family, promised he would burn the world down for me. But when my mother was dying in the hospital, he chose a ski trip with another woman. It was that woman's dog that attacked my mother, but when I called him, shaking, he was annoyed. He was in Aspen with Isabella, and I could hear her laughing in the background. He dismissed my mother's injuries as a "minor scrape" and told me not to "make a big deal out of this." While my mother's fever spiked, he ignored my desperate pleas. Instead, my phone lit up with an Instagram post of him and Isabella smiling by a fireplace, sipping hot chocolate. My mother slipped into septic shock. That picture was a public declaration, a judgment on my mother's worth, and my own. A cold fury burned away every last bit of love I had for him. She died at 3:17 a.m. I held her hand until it was cold, then walked out of the hospital and called the one number I was never supposed to use—the number for my father. "She's dead," I said. "I'm coming to Chicago. I'm leaving this life, and I'm going to burn his world to the ground."

Action Mafia Modern

Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate

Chapter 2

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