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 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!"

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 5

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