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 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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8.8
The Offering of the Blood Moon
In the savage and intoxicating kingdom of the Legion, the Blood Moon does not simply rise it awakens a hunger that demands to be satisfied... by flesh, by fire, by fate.
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."