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 7
Cedrick's POV
"Who is that?" I asked, still too shocked to believe what had just happened. That girl! She was---
"That?" Anja giggled and looked at my shocked expression, not suspecting a thing. She was a beautiful young woman, in her mid-20s; chestnut brown hair, dark eyes, and long, beautiful legs, seductively sticking out from under her pencil skirt. She was a Healer and originally belonged to this pack, but was training with our pack Healer since her father and he were old friends. And for the past 4 years, she'd been my girlfriend.
"That's Lesley Fuck's-A-Lot," she continued, as the girl disappeared into the woods. "She's kinda our pack's slut, but she's a sweet girl."
My heart cringed and my wolf growled. I clenched my hands around the steering wheel and tried to calm him down. Thanks to the sunglasses, I'd seen her eyes, but she hadn't seen mine, so she didn't know, we were mates. My wolf wanted to go after her, but I found myself conflicted. The pack's slut? Lesley Fuck's-A-Lot?! What the---?! Why would I want a mate like that, when I had a perfect, beautiful, and kind girlfriend sitting right next to me?
I'd barely finished the thought when my wolf went completely nuts and dangerously close to taking control of our body!
"Why the sudden interest?" Anja asked, finally realizing my sudden change of state.
"That's our mate!"
I don't know if it was me or my wolf who said it. It's not like I wanted to keep secrets from her, but. A mate?! Again.? I felt so confused and. strangely happy! I had a mate! I had gotten a Second Chance Mate! Only one in a million got those! And thoughts like that calmed my wolf down. He was getting a second chance.
But I also felt guilty about that! In my time alone, I'd gotten used to the idea of having – not a mate – but a girlfriend. I loved her, as much as I could, and she loved me back. But a mate.
My wolf was whining, wanting to follow his mate. He never wanted Anja's affections, but tolerated her, as she satisfied my needs and his. But every time I talked about making it permanent with Anja, he would scowl and frown and become like a 3-year-old toddler blowing a tantrum! He didn't want another. He wanted a mate.
And what about when she finds her own mate? He'd often asked me, clawing at the back of my mind, trying to take over and knock any such idiotic ideas out of our heads. What then?
I'd never answered that question. I guess I always thought I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. And now it looked like I was going to cross it. But not in the way I'd imagine it.
"What?"
Anja asked, confusion and surprise written all over her face. I knew she heard me, but as if I couldn't believe it myself, I repeated the sentence:
"She's my mate!"
I leaned back and again watched the spot, where she'd disappeared to. Fucking mate-bond! I literally felt more connected to a stranger I'd just sat eyes on – a stranger who through I was an asshole I might add – than I did to the woman sitting next to me. A woman who'd given me four years of her life and to whom I'd whispered many sweet nothings during passionate and heated sex. And because of some stranger, I felt like I'd been wasting my time, lying, and being unfaithful.
Great!
I tried to look at Anja again, but her expression didn't make sense to me. She was trying to figure this out, just like I was I guess, but I didn't have a single clue to, what was going on inside her head right now. Even after 4 years, I still didn't understand her. But then again, I never understood women.
"I'm sorry."
It was the only thing I could say. I felt like I owed her an apology. I did! I felt like shit for everything, but at the same time, my wolf was on cloud nine, still gnawing at the mental barrier between us, trying to take control, so he could follow his mate. Our mate. He was ready to move on, but I wasn't. I knew it was wrong to just drop and forget Anja. I couldn't do that to her. She deserved better.
"But-but.," she stuttered, but I don't think she knows what to say. "Where does that leave us then?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly, although my wolf would disagree. "I-I never expected--- this, but."
I tried to give some sort of explanation, but nothing came to mind or even made sense. My wolf was whining about his mate getting away, so it was hard to think. And his emotions were wreaking havoc on my own, so I didn't even know, what I felt.!
"You could just avoid her," Anja carefully suggested, glancing my way. "If she doesn't know, the bond won't grow."
"Don't suggest that," I growled--- or rather, my wolf growled. He became so furious I didn't have the mental strength to hold him down. And it took the rest of it, only to push him back.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, while Anja seemed to be ready to jump out of the car, in case her life suddenly became endangered. Wise choice! I was an alpha and I didn't have a mate that had that usual calming effect on the male wolf. If I lost control, there was no telling what I might do or who I might hurt. Normally I killed and shredded my enemies, but everybody in my pack knew it was best never to anger me.
"My wolf becomes quite agitated if you suggest that he's not getting his mate," I managed to press between my clenched teeth but avoided looking at her, in case he was gonna fight for control again.
"His second mate," she spat. I snapped at her, but my heart cringed, and my anger quickly subsided, when I saw the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Are you really willing to go through that again?"
That!
I tried taking another deep breath, but only partly succeeded in NOT thinking about that. The time when my life was nothing but darkness and chaos. Where I never lived, only existed.
"I'm sorry," I said again, not knowing if I meant it this time or not. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to figure out something. "I'll drive you to your pack. We'll talk when you get back home, ok?"
"You're gonna chose her," she snapped angrily mostly just confirming the statement rather than asking a question. Tears were running down her face. "Her over me?"
"She's my mate," I answered also feeling frustrated and angry. "I'm not choosing this. It just--- happened!"
"Asshole," she sneered and got out of the car. Wise choice! I sat back and watched her in the review mirror, while she grabbed her bag. She looked hurt. Tears ran down her face while anger and frustration were radiating off her body. She slammed the door as hard as she could and I'm pretty sure she was trying to break the handle.
Then she suddenly opened my door, towering over me and blocking the sun, casting a dark shadow over me. They say that there's nothing more terrifying than a woman scorned. Then imagine how terrifying that woman would be if she was part wolf!
"Oh, and plot twist," she sneered, poison and hatred dripping from every word. "She's an omega too!"
The door slammed back in my face. The window shattered and the splinters rained over me like pearls of rain. But I honestly didn't care! I barely noticed the cut forming on my face.
An omega!
Just like Sandra.
"Fuck!"
I sighed and leaned over the steering wheel. My mate – my first mate – had also been an omega. And she rejected me. She rejected me because I was born an alpha.
Can anyone say déjà vu?!
Want my advice? My wolf growled finally sitting still, but angry as hellfire!
No! I muttered, knowing he wasn't going to listen to me.
We mark and mate her now! GO!
We are not on the same page here, I sighed still not ready to give in to the mate-pull. Not only would I lose an amazing girlfriend, but I'd been gaining another omega. Omegas were weak! They couldn't handle the pressure of being a Luna or carry the responsibility that followed being the Alpha Female. That I learned the hard way. And yet fate decided to pair me together with yet another one?! Seriously, what kind of twisted joke was this?! Just as I was getting my 'happily ever after' with Anja.
You chose to fall in love with the bitch, not me! My wolf howled this time, getting more and more pissed, that I wasn't getting off my ass. Now go get our MATE!
Not until I've settled things with Anja! I yell back and finally got my wolf to back down. It's the right thing to do. Besides she's an omega! What's the worst that could happen to her?!
I never expected to learn later on the sick and twisted irony in that statement.
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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."