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 3

Lesley's POV

The day I turned 14, my wolf surfaced. And everything changed. I now could shift to my wolf form, but I also now could become marked with a male-wolf scent. It kinda goes a little something like this: any mature she-wolf who sleeps with a male wolf will get his scent. If that male wolf is an alpha it means she is his! Marked with scent! Not marked and mated! That's only for the mate. In other words, if my uncle went along and did whatever his fucked up mind called whatever the fuck, he was doing to me, it would be as good as a written confession that he was breaking the law! And although child-protective services and women's rights are a bit outdated in the werewolf society, we still protect those too young to defend themselves. He would be forced to step down as alpha. Because--- werewolf law, bitches!

I honestly was looking forward to the day. In my mind, only one of two things could happen. One: he would stop and leave me the hell alone, or two: he would continue, get arrested and we'd lose our alpha. Sure, that would leave us at the mercy of our neighboring packs, but I didn't care. I didn't care if it was option one or two. Heck, I didn't even care if I was would be at the mercy of some strange pack. ANYTHING was better than this.

But unfortunately, my uncle had 4 years to plan in advance.

I was called into the guest bedroom once again. To my surprise, I saw Dean sitting on the bed. My heart sank. What the---?!

Judging from the expression in his eyes, he was just as surprised as I was.

"You're a big girl now, sweetheart," I heard my uncle say, earning both of our attention. He was sitting in the corner of the room; his hands resting on the armchair and legs casually crossed. A smirk on his face, making his otherwise straight face look like something from IT! A chill ran down my spine. What the hell was going on here?!

"No.," I heard Dean mutter behind me, while he slowly got up from the bed. He shook his head, backing away from us. His face was pale and panic was written all over it. I think Dean figured it out before I did. I mean--- How the fuck was I supposed to figure this sick pig out?

"Mate her!"

My heart sank. He used his alpha voice. He commended Dean to.!

The next thing I knew, Dean's shaking hands were grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. In only a matter of seconds, he'd ripped my clothes off and threw me on the bed.

I screamed, trying to pull away. What---?! Why would my uncle---? But as everything inside me turned and twisted with fear and pain, I already knew the answer to that question: Because he liked it! Because that's the kind of man, my uncle was.

I quickly jumped up, ready to fight back. To my surprise and somewhat relief, Dean had stopped. He looked like he was fighting to gain control over his own will. Over his wolf! I gave him 'A' for effort. But an Omega can't resist an Alpha's command.

"Think of her," my uncle suddenly continued in the same deep, animalistic voice. "As your mate!"

The second he said that Dean's eyes turned completely black and I knew, he was in no way in control of his actions. I tried to fight it, but he was bigger and stronger. He even knew all my moves. It didn't take me long to realize, that it would all be over quicker if I didn't fight it.

So, I stopped fighting. Him, my uncle, my fate. I gave up. I knew I was never gonna let them see me broken, but that's when I stopped fighting it. I heard my wolf cry in my head. And that's the last time I heard from her.

"Good, my little omegas," my uncle said and got up, once Dean had finished. We were laying on the bed, next to each other. Both panting for air.

"Clean yourself up and get back to the attic," he continued, passing us like we were nothing but paintings on the wall. Just before he left the room, he turned to us again, with a satisfied smile: "And remember: this is our little secret!"

Fuck that Alpha voice! One day I'll strangle him with it!

Suddenly, I heard Dean sob. I looked over. His hands were covering his face and a tear ran down his face.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered gasping for air, unable to face me. "I couldn't."

He couldn't finish the sentence either before his throat closed up and more tears started to fall down his face. I watched him for a while. My soul was basically gone at this point. It was kinda ironic, that he was the one who told me never to show emotions almost 4 years ago. And now he was lying next to me crying because the exact same thing had happened to him that he told me not to cry about.!

I took a deep breath and hugged him. Or as much of a hug you can give when you're laying like this.

"I don't blame you," I whispered. I lied. I did want to blame him. For not being stronger. For not disobeying the alpha command. My uncle for misusing his power. My dad for dying. I wanted to blame so many people for this, but--- It wouldn't change. All I could do was to keep moving forward and keep smiling. Never let them know, that they got to me.

Dean placed his hand on mine but removed it quickly after. I was grateful for that. We didn't talk. He got up, showered, and left the room. I did the same, but when I got upstairs, Dean was gone. Later I learned, that he had run away and had become a rogue. When I heard, I locked myself in the janitor's closet at school and cried my heart out. I know what he'd done to me, but he was my true, only, and real best friend. Now, I was utterly and truly alone.

The morning after my uncle forced me to take "the morning after" pill. And soon I was popping those babies like candy! With Dean gone, my uncle would bring rogues, warriors, and whomever the shit crossed his path in the right way to the guest bedroom. Once a month he would force me to take a pregnancy test and get myself checked out. So far, I'd only had one STD which luckily was easily treated. But once the realization hit my uncle that I wasn't immune to so much dick, he finally instructed my 'soon-to-be-rapist' to use a condom. And I didn't fight them off either. I would just lie there and waited. From the corner of my eye, I could see my uncle help himself. His breath was shallow and his mouth slightly opened, as he caressed his stiff junk in a stern and steady rhyme.

I closed my eyes.

I did not need that picture stuck to my retina.

So why didn't I just run and leave this hell hole? HA! Like I didn't think of that every single fucking second of every single fucking day! I had been close to running away so many times. Like literary, life as a rogue was definitely better than this! Rogues were wolves without a pack, but they were dangerous because, without the link to the pack, they went mad – literally! But being crazy sounded way better than this--- But I couldn't get myself around to do it. This was my father's pack! Everything he worked so hard for, to protect and cherish. What he loved, almost as much as he loved his mate and kids. I just couldn't leave! I hated everything here and I hated what my uncle had turned this pack into, but I still couldn't leave. I felt like I would be abandoning them to a lifetime of misery. So, I condemned myself to a lifetime of misery.

Also, this time, my uncle left the guest bedroom once he was finished, instructing us not to tell anyone. My punishment was over and the man next to me – this time a pack warrior he wanted to punish too – panted next to me, confused as hell.

"I'm sorry," he said in utter and complete shock. They said that a lot. Sometimes I believed them – like this one. He seemed more like a one she-wolf kind of man and I'm pretty sure he's a virgin. Or was. Others just say sorry, because it's an icebreaker.

"I know," I mutter and got up, heading for the shower.

"Wait," he suddenly said getting up and turning to me. I turned to him, watching his confused face. "Is this.?" he started to ask but trailed off.

"Is this what? Normal?", I scoffed crossing my arms defensively in front of me. "For me, yes, but if you behave in the future, I'm sure you won't get punished again."

"You think this is funny?" he asked, disgust and venom dripping from his voice. He got up, towering over me like a dark, threatening power.

"Yes, I think this is hilarious," I sneered back, not afraid of the dark figure, whose face I would have forced myself to have forgotten by tomorrow. "No, you idiot! This is my punishment too, for breaking Trevor's nose. Now, if you'd excuse me, I want to wash you off, before I have to write a geography report that's due tomorrow!"

"I'm sorry," he said again, backing off and sitting down on the bed, looking all confused and helpless. "I---I don't know what to think."

He looked at me like I could give him some answer. Some help.

"Then don't," I told him like I told so many others before him. "I find that that helps in the long run."

And sadly, it was true!

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 3

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