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 6

Lesley's POV

I got downstairs into the girls' locker room and headed to the showers. Luckily PE wasn't until the afternoon, so I was alone. I got out of my clothes and turned on the shower. The water was freezing at first, making my entire body cringe. But it also felt good. My bruised knuckles appreciated the cold and so did the bruise on my chin. Bastard! I didn't see that ring coming. I smiled though. He didn't seem to particularly like it when I ripped his piercing out. So, I guess that's a comfort.

The fight flashed back in my mind. I'd barely held anything back. My fist connected with his jawline. The second's nose. I kicked the third in the knee and finally took the last one by the head and introduced it to the bathroom toilet. And that's when they started to fight back. I guess they didn't want anyone to know, that four boys couldn't take down one girl.

They didn't hit as hard as Uncle Harry, but my ribcage got an unexpecting blow, draining my lungs for air. And my jaw was hurting from a lucky bunch; hey they were still four against one! Cut me some slack! The scratch on my chin was however entirely my fault. I saw it coming and yet I let him hit me because he was the last one standing. I was planning on taking him out right after, and then he had pulled some fucking mobster bullshit like that! This is a 'no weapons allowed' school. I'm just saying: brass knuckles are a fucking weapon!

Well, all's well that ends well, I suppose. And by 'well' I mean them all crying and/or unconscious on the bathroom floor, hopefully with some serious broken bones and a concussion, that matched mine. Well, thanks to my wolf I didn't have to worry about that too much now, but these new bruises were gonna take forever to heal, now that I'd drained my wolf completely.

I rarely did that I and I always felt bad after. I didn't sense her much, so I restrained myself from using any of her already depleted strength. She did let me through and I sometimes could feel some small amount of pride emit from her, every time I used her strength to stand up against Fraya, Trevor, or just an asshole who I deemed worthy of a serious beat down. Like today. Today definitely made it to the top three of bad schooldays.

The water turned warmer and washed my sweaty, puck-y, and urin-y body clean. Or---cleaner! I used the dispenser soap available to wash my hair and body, and I did not mind smelling like honey and coconut! Anything was better than before. But of course, since I belonged to a werewolf society, they were definitely gonna give me some strange looks today and cringe their noses. One of the many pros, living with werewolves.

Yeah.!

(enthusiasm not included in the cheer!)

I was definitely gonna have to make some 'pee jokes' today then.

"I got peed on, imagine that! Haha!"

"This is why they shouldn't put urinals in the lady's room! Haha-haha."

I had to practice my laugh and smile, so they wouldn't know how utterly humiliated and absolutely worthless I felt.

When I was finally clean, I sighed in relief. But it came out as a hard sob. What---?! I felt my cheeks. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I'd just been ignoring the pain, the humiliation, and anger, I didn't even notice I was crying. I tried to push them back, but they didn't want to. They kept pressing, strong and harder. And the more I kept pressing, the worse the pain got. In my throat, my gut, my heart. everything ached! I felt so low and miserable.

So weak.

I stopped fighting it. I crumbled and cried. Just cried until I was done. Until I couldn't feel a thing. I could do, 'feeling nothing'. I was an expert in that. I felt exhausted from all the crying, but I didn't feel anything else. So, I could fake whatever feeling I wanted. Easy peasy. once you have 6 years of experience.

I got up and whet to the lockers. Luckily, I always kept an extra set of clothes at school. Like I'd said, I wasn't exactly the most popular girl and even at school my pack members kept away because they were afraid of Fraya and Trevor. Well, all except Amanda, but I'm not counting that backstabbing bitch right now. Any-hore, I was more often than not the fool to play a prank on and so my clothes were wet, dirty, smelly, or gone most of the time. In the end, it was just more efficient to have a spare lying around.

It wasn't anything fancy: just leggings, a tank top, and one of Dean's old hoodies, that was about three times bigger than me. And undergarments: panties and a sports bra I'd gotten from Amanda on my 16th birthday. She always bought me those things and I loved her for it. Like seriously! I didn't get any money to buy myself stuff like that and it's not like Uncle Harry cared! Hell, he probably preferred me 'all natural'.

I took my dirty clothes and stuffed them in my bag. When I was done, I noticed that people were coming in and getting ready for PE. Everybody giving me strange looks, nervous whispers (that I did not bother trying to listen to), and speed texting, you'd think their thumbs were related to The Flash.

I sighed. This was heading one way fast.

And to my not very big surprise, I barely reached my locker, before.

"Lesley Williams!"

I gazed up and noticed one of the teachers storming toward me. Eyes wild and nostrils flaring.

"The Principal's office! NOW!"

I didn't argue. I closed the door and made my very familiar way to the principal's office.

"So," the tall human Principal said, sitting on the edge of his desk right in front of me. His name was Mr. Gregory Flinze and usually, he was a kind and fair, although strict man, who wasn't afraid to take on hormonal rage and drama. But right now, he probably wasn't the most pleasant man to be around. Or was it just because I was his latest victim? His arms were crossed, and his tiny glasses pressed all the way at the end of his nose. Give him a tall hat and a long beard and he'd be an angry Dumbledore! "Anything you want to say for yourself?"

I sighed. I honestly wanted to tell the truth. What they had done, just to see their shocked faces if I actually for once did tell the truth. But seriously, do you know how much trouble I would get into if I told the truth? As in getting my ass handed over to Homeland Security trouble!

But then again, I thought, as a brilliant idea struck me. This didn't have to be a bad thing.

"They started it," I defended myself with a smile, crossing my arms in front of me while sinking so deep into the chair as possible and stretching my legs out in front of me. "I just ended it."

I knew this irritated the shit out of him, but I kinda liked having the power over the Principal. I knew exactly what to say, to send him into a raging fit or blink and say sorry, turning him into pudding in my hands. Right now, I wanted him mad. I wanted to be sent home, so I could avoid Trevor. I didn't care about the cost.

"You beat the crape out of four freshmen boys," the Principal pointed out and held up a bunch of pictures that had been taken for insurance purposes. "It doesn't matter who started it."

Like a disappointed father, he slammed the papers down on his desk, probably hoping to make me flinch so I'd finally break down and tell the truth. But I'll never let my feelings show. So, all I did, was follow his moves, with a smirk on my face. As if I found this as funny as I kept telling myself that it was.

"Now, I'm only gonna ask this once and you better not lie to me," he continued, sitting down in his seat, trying to stare me down. Oh, a staring contest, I tried to humor myself, so I wouldn't have to look at the pictures in front of me or even the fact, that the man in front of me actually cared about me. He gave a damn about my well-being and believed I wasn't the monster I made myself out to be. And I was digging a sword into his chest.

"But have you had any sort of training? Like martial arts training?"

"No," I answered, not counting Dean's self-defense classes for 'martial art' or the fact that even as an omega, I was still stronger than your average human.

"Have you done drugs?"

"No."

"Don't you dear lie to me!"

"I never lie."

"Lesley," he warned me, hoping that a deeper and more threatening voice would work. "You always lie!"

"No. I. don't!" I barked back. What?! I didn't lie! "I just have a slightly more optimistic view of the truth."

I was shown out with a note in my hand. I looked at it once again, just to confirm that it was true, before sprinting down the halls.

"YES!"

I jumped down the stairs and hoped to be running home. The alpha command would last a week, and I just got myself suspended for a week! Which meant, that half the day, I could do whatever I wanted – which basically meant catching up on homework – and for the other half, I just needed to avoid Trevor until nightfall. And considering I knew his schedule; I knew exactly where not to be!

I was so caught up in my own celebration, that I didn't notice the car until it was too late. I was still airborne when my heart hit the deck. Fuck! This was gonna hurt.!

The car came to a screeching halt; brakes whining like a choirboy before finally coming to a full stop. I didn't watch my landing, so I fell flat on my face, only centimeters away from the blue hood. I literally could smell the gas and motor oil that got burned through, in order to stop.

I sighed in relief. Shit, that was close! And just as relief washed over me, it quickly was replaced with another feeling: anger! What. The. Fuck?! What was this car even doing here?! This was the path to our pack.

Outsiders were not allowed!

"Hey!" I yelled at the car stumbling back to my feet, making my hoody fall away from my face and revealing my long, curly blonds. I turned to the car, with fire in my eyes. "Watch it, asshole!"

I kicked the bumper. Childish, I know, but I was hoping it would make him turn around once he saw the dent I made. Guys and their toys, right?

For a split second, I made eye contact with the driver. Jerk! He was wearing sunglasses, but I knew he was looking back at me. Somehow, I could feel it. I don't know what it was – fear or rage – but even my wolf suddenly stirred uneasily in the back of my head. Ok, this is probably not the best time to just stand around.

Before the driver could react, I ran off and disappeared into the woods.

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 6

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