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 4

Lesley's POV

"How did Alpha Harry punish you?" Amanda asked nervously, once we turned the last corner and the school came into view. She was only nervous, because she knew, that it was because of her, that I even ended up in that situation.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," I said with a smile, brushing it off like it was nothing. "I mean, he didn't beat me black and blue like most of the time, but this morning he called me back into the office and commanded me to do everything Trevor said. And honestly," I added with a sincere chill running down my spine. "That scares me more than anything."

"He used the command on you?" Amanda screeched surprised. I honestly didn't understand her surprise, until I remembered, that it isn't normal for an alpha to use his alpha voice for deminer things like some lame punishment.

"It must be something Trevor or Fraya must have convinced him to do," I said shrugging my shoulders, not knowing if/why I was defending him. I knew Uncle Harry was either a) going to get some creep to rape me or b) beating me black and blue until I'd "learned my lesson". Let's just say, I was a slow learner and since everyone here gives a flying fuck about child-protecting services, I was basically my uncle's punching bag. Trevor and Fraya were different! They were--- what's the word? Oh yeah! – Mean!!! Like "high-school"-mean, making Mean Girls look like a bunch of girls-scout! And I was going to be Trevor's bitch for a week! I had to do and/or say everything and anything he told me to. No one can disobey an alpha command; least of all an omega.

I could feel my wolf stir in the back of my mind; she agreed but didn't say anything. She was quiet most of the time. Probably because she was still an alpha wolf but had been downgraded to an omega. It somehow had broken her more than it broke me.

I have to do something to get suspended, I sighed already thinking of ways I could piss off the Principal so he would send me home this week. But once seated in class I had no idea of how to do that.

Most of my pack went to this school and although it was a human school, the town was just small enough, that no one asked questions about the kids coming from the mountains or nearby forest. This entire area had a lot of ranches and farmland, so it was normal that the kids came from far and wide to attend school. Our pack was one such 'ranch'. Or at least that was our cover story.

I sighed. The upside to such a small community is that it's easier to keep a big secret – like the fact that we were werewolves or that I was beaten for entertainment every Friday night – because everybody knows everybody and it's acceptable to be 'their kind of weird'. The downside is of course that everybody knows everybody! And considering I've been going to this school my entire life, the Principal and the teachers in general, took things a little easier on me. Probably another reason why Trevor and Fraya hate me! You see: I have dyslexia! Yeah, I know! It sounds like I'm dying, but I'm not. It means that I have a really, really hard time reading shit! It's like going to the circus, but with letters! I see the word, I see the first letter and by the time I reach the second letter, the first one has made a disappearing act in my brain, making every word just look like a bunch of random letters!

So yeah! I got it easy with the teachers and I had special privileges, such as being able to have a school I-pad, containing special programs to read for me and audiobooks – the best invention ever, I might add!

But with every authority in the house being so nice to me, I knew I was going to be extra mean, to get out of this one!

I was honestly too scared to stay in school that day, so I lied about having bad PMS cramps and snuck home. Quickly went about my duties, cooking and cleaning mostly, but also taking care of my aunt's special needs. She was paralyzed and was bound to a wheelchair at all times. The packhouse was also remodeled to fit her needs and if she wanted, she could get just about everywhere around the pack and the house. But she stuck mostly to her room, yelling for anyone and anything to do her bidding. And I was one such runner. I was to run to fetch her clothes, to get her up in the morning, to give her a shower, to change her diapers, to fetch her food, her laptop, her mail, her magazine.

She was beautiful, like her daughter, so it was easy to see, why Uncle Harry was completely blind to her ugly and disgusting heart. She was in her 40'ies, but thanks to the werewolf aging process she looked like her daughter's older sister and not her mother. The only difference was that Aunt Cathy was blond; like my mother and me. Yeah! What are the odds?! My mother and aunt were sisters and my father and uncle were brothers. But you know---werewolves, bitches! They're too lazy to look far away for their mates. I was just relieved that our grandparents were in no way related.

I'd just finished putting her to bed when she suddenly announced that she wanted a shower in the morning.

"Yes, Luna," I answered in as neutral as possible tone. If there was the slightest emotion in my voice, she would make a huge scene about it. If it was too hard, she'd say I was cold and insensitive toward her. This resulted in me getting beat up by Uncle Harry. And if it was too soft, I was pitting her, and she didn't need my sympathy. This also resulted in me getting beat up by Uncle Harry. And even if my voice was completely drained of emotions and one hundred percent monotone, she'd still make up some weird excuse so I would get a beat down by Uncle Harry!

I sighed when I was out of sight and hearing range. Luckily tonight wasn't one of those nights. And considering that I'd been able to avoid Trevor all day too, was a relief. The only problem I now faced, was that if I was to bath Aunt Cathy in the morning, I'd be late for school. Not that I minded much; I'd always struggled to keep up anyway and I found every single thing hard and exhausting. Then add the fact that I'd constantly got bullied by my classmates because of my reading difficulties, there really wasn't much pulling me in the educational direction. Although it was rather normal in the werewolf society that the females got an education and tribute to the pack like that, while the males were warriors and protectors. I'd rather be a stay-at-home mom and do whatever I could to raise awareness about the many, many problems children with dyslexia face.

So how was any of this a problem?

Since I'm always behind in everything and/or late, the school has decided that if I'm falling behind, my helping aids will be taken away! Yeah, like that's gonna motivate me to keep up! And I was already below the yellow line. And my aunt always, ALWAYS, sleeps in late, so I'd be very, very late.

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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 4

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