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 5
Lesley's POV
The next morning I'd managed to avoid Trevor during breakfast, before hurrying upstairs to help my aunt. And as always, she's being difficult as hell.
"Stop that!" "That hurts!" "You bitch!" "Stupid!" "Incapable brat!"
And at the end of every one of those, I was slapped. My cheek was red and swollen and I honestly had to battle my tears and anger at every turn. Whoever, said 'turn the other cheek' clearly didn't get bitch-slapped!
What I wanted to say:
"HEY! I'm trying to pull off your disgusting, grown-ass diaper and give you a bath, so stop slapping me, while I'm trying to help your sorry little paralyzed ass!"
What I had to say:
"I'm sorry," I said softly, with all the self-control I could muster. I wish I could say that I felt some kind of sympathy for her, but I really didn't! She was a first-class asshole and a drama queen! As in if you looked up the definition of a drama-queen in a dictionary, there would be a huge ass picture of her and her ginormous ego!
She scoffed like an 80+ smoker/alcoholic and finally let me bathe her. But because she didn't stay still, I of course got soaked. I wanted to kill her so badly. It would be so easy.
Sorry, she got cut in the curtains. UPS!
Yeah, because she was gonna make me a murderer! (note: sarcasm!)
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice my grip on the soap loosen and I dropped it. I accidentally sighed out loud, before bending down and getting it back. And they say that you should not bend down in the prison! I say: depends on the prison!
"OH!"
My aunt suddenly cried out. I looked up, confused as hell. What the shit---? But I quickly noticed what she'd been doing.
Forming on her thigh, was a huge red spot in the shape of the showerhead. I sighed! Come fucking on! Not this again.?! Yeah! She did that too. She would deliberately hurt herself and blame me! Uncle Harry would always see red when his mate was hurt. And she enjoyed seeing him beat the crape out of me.
"What's going on?!" my uncle yelled only a second later, as he stormed the bathroom. I jumped up.
"It was an accident!" I tried to holler, but it was useless! I knew that trying to claim innocence was only going to make things worse, but the second I saw my Uncle's eyes I knew I was fucked!
"You little.," he yelled, grabbing a fist full of hair.
I didn't remember much after that.
I vaguely remembered him grabbing my head and slamming it against the bathroom tiles. The tiles broke and shattered around me. I felt blood running down my face and left ear. I barely had my hands up in defense as the punches landed one by one. Everything after that was just so---distance. My uncle screaming, my aunt's fake sobbing, the pain. It all drowned in a loud noise of nothingness. Like my ears were too full to take it in.
I scrambled to my feet and got out of there. I barely reached downstairs when the sour and vile liquid started to run up my throat and my stoma content wanted to make a run for it. I threw up in the kitchen sink, making the room spin even worse. My head felt like it was about to explode, and I couldn't stop throwing up.
Amanda came over and got me to school, but I honestly didn't remember much. What day it was, what class I was in, what the hell I was doing.
All I knew is that I wanted to throw up! NOW!
I rushed out of class, found a bathroom, and once again exited my internal organs into the toilet. Or at least that's what it felt like! Fuck!
I grabbed the side of my head. The bleeding had stopped but seeing my reflection in the mirror, honestly almost gave me a heart attack. My eyes were bloodshot, and my chin was bruised and swollen to almost twice its original size. Lines of dried blood colored my face, making me look like a victim of Dracula! I carefully touched the cut, only to feel a stinging and burning sensation rush through my body.
Fuck!
I turned on the tap and started to wash my face. Or at least get some cold water on it, but this turned out to be a bad idea. The second I moved my head, the room started spinning again and I felt sick. I crept over to the closest corner and just sat there; waiting/hoping for death to bring an end to it. I brought my knees as close as possible, resting my head on them and my body against the cold wall.
Just be still, I continued to tell myself, trying to breathe normally. The pain comes to an end. Everything comes to an end.
"I'll be ok," I sighed out through my teeth, trying to make it through the pain. "No matter what I'll be fine!" I pressed down the tears and although my heart was aching to cry, I didn't. I was never letting anyone know, that they got to me. At least Dean was right about that! That's how you survive.
That's when I heard them. There were four boys. This I smelt because my hearing was still all fucked up. What the fuck were they doing here? And that's when I finally realized. Great! I was in the men's bathroom! How did I know? Well, one clue was the four boys walking in, but honestly, the smell! Boys just stink!
"What the.?!" one of them screeched, making my eardrums bleed. Oh god, just shut the fuck.! Yeah, I was in the wrong bathroom, but seriously?! They acted as if they'd never seen a girl before. I scoffed. Probably hadn't!
"Is she passed out?" another one asked, slowly approaching me, like I was an exotic and dangerous animal. I'm both, but still!
No, she's still here, desperately trying to pass out, so shut your trunk and get out!
Again, this was what I wanted to scream at them, but I didn't have the strength to even move at this point.
"Man! She must be so high!" another one giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Isn't that Lesley? You know, the slut Trevor's always going on about?"
Of course, that bastard is talking shit about me!
"She's so cheap, he gets it for free," the other one laughs again.
Yeah, right!
I could hear them whisper. Somehow that made me more nervous. I had to get up and get away. Something bad was gonna happen. I just knew it! I tried to steady my hand and get up, but the second I tried to move, the room was spinning, and I felt like I was gonna throw up.
That's when I suddenly felt the warm liquid on my body.
Oh no! They didn't.!
But of course, they did!
They literally peed on me!
In the werewolf society, if you were trying to hide your scent, that's a very efficient way of doing it. In the "normal" society, it's just gross! And talking about hiding my scent?! The only thing that did was make me smell like a bad combination of puck and urine!
They giggled like schoolgirls, laughing and calling me names. I didn't care. I wanted to cry. This was beyond humiliating. Beyond any stupid, boyish prank! This was wrong! I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve any of this!!!
With that, my anger had finally built up, giving me the strength, I needed to stand. I drained my wolf of her healing ability, making her pass out in the back of my mind.
Don't worry, girl, I softly told her, feeling my bruises heal and wounds closing. This will be worth it!
"Oh fuck, she's mad," one yelled, still smiling while they hustled to put their junk back in their pants. Through my blurred, foggy vision, I saw them head for the door. Anger turned to rage. Oh, I don't think so!
The next second I slammed it shut. I used my werewolf speed to cut in front, staring them down, with a look that will hunt their nightmares forever.
"How the.?!" one exclaimed, his expression becoming a mix of horror and surprise.
"You think this is funny?" I sneered and a low growl escaped my lips. My fists were clenched at my side and I was honestly enjoying the sudden pale and terrified expression on their faces.
"Now I'm gonna have some fun!"
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9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
9.5
This is wrong Clark, Rachel is my sister." I said out of breath as he continued assaulting my neck with kisses.
"I don't care Eva, it's you I want and desire and not her."
"what will the world say??? what if she finds out about this Clark?? what then??" I asked with uncertainty.
"I want you and care only about you Eva and the world can go to hell!!! are you ready to hold my hand as we walk through this path together???"
"Clarkkkk."
"Answer me, Eva!! are you ready???"
Eva Mendes harbours a secret attraction for her sister's husband Clark Anderson and as she struggles with her guilt and shame, she finds herself drawn to Clark's confident nature despite the danger of ruining her sister's relationship and her own reputation.
As their desires intensify, they realize that their secrets and lies may ultimately lead to their downfall or will it???
8.5
Delphine Yenla has learned one thing the hard way; love doesn't just hurt, it breaks you in ways you don't recover from. So she stopped believing in it. She chose independence, control, and a life where no one could get close enough to hurt her again.
And for a while, it worked.
Until Wilson Dan walked into her world.
Cold, composed, and impossible to read, Wilson is the kind of man who never loses control. He does not get involved. He does not make mistakes. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter.
But she doesn't realize... Wilson is not the kind of man you resist twice.
People don't challenge him.
Delphine does.
From their very first encounter, something shifts. The tension between them is immediate, sharp, unsettling, impossible to ignore. And from the moment he notices her, walking away stops being a choice. Every conversation feels like a quiet battle. Every glance lingers longer than it should. And the more they try to stay in control, the more everything begins to slip.
But this is not just about attraction.
There are things Wilson isn't saying.
Things Delphine is starting to notice.
And people around them who are already watching... and waiting.
What began as resistance quickly became something she cannot control.
Because this is not just about feelings.
It is about power. It is about position.
And Delphine may already be standing somewhere she doesn't understand,
somewhere she cannot simply walk away from.
Is she getting closer to Wilson...
or already too deep to step out?
When control finally breaks, one truth becomes impossible to ignore:
Some hearts don't just fall in love.
They fall into something they may not survive.
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?
8.2
When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit.
My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy.
I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me.
Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black.
When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice.
Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband.
The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite.
"You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this."
I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.
8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence.
I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.