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 9

Lesley's POV

Crappy, stupid school!

When the Principal said one week, he meant until the end of the week. Which meant that it was Monday and I was back in school. Unfortunately, when my uncle said I was to do everything Trevor said for one week, he meant ONE week. That's 7 days! This meant that although I had successfully avoided Trevor for the last five days, I still had two more days to go. And with me being back in school, that was going to be close to impossible.

And to make matters worse, I'd lost my all helping aids. Yeah, great to be back! I tried to keep up with some stupid quiz, but of course, I wasn't halfway done when everybody else started to get impatient. This made me nervous and the letters literally disappeared off the paper. I tried to concentrate, and the teacher tried to calm everybody down so I could get done, but when the names started I just gave up and handed in the damn paper. And because of that, I'd cost them half of their reset and vengeance had to be theirs!

I tried to hurry out of there to avoid the anger, but something inside me told me to stay on high alert. Something bad was gonna happen. I just knew it!

I managed to stay hidden until the warning bell sounded. I sighed in relief. So far so good, I thought and resurfaced from behind the soccer field's benches. I wasn't exactly afraid of what they might do, but ever since I'd drained my wolf's healing powers, she hadn't been acting like herself. She seemed more tense and jumpy, making me more tense and jumpy. She was jumping at the smallest sound and sticking her nose out as if she was looking for something. It made me nervous. Had I broken her? Even more, I mean? Which also was why I tried to stay clear of trouble, so I didn't drain any more of her energy, than I already did by existing.

I got back into the halls and hurried to my locker. I tried to ignore the glances I got from some of my fellow classmates and concentrated on getting my book.

I screeched, as my legs suddenly were kicked from out under me. My heart dropped and my blood froze. How did I not see that coming?! Luckily, I'd managed to block the fall with my hands, sending a shock of pain through my elbow and wrists. Murdering hell.

But before I even had time to think about getting up, someone grabbed a fistful of my hair and was running along the hall. I screamed! The pain was all too familiar at this point. Like someone was trying to pull my head off my shoulders. The hands tugged at my hair and all could do, was follow. I tried wriggling to get free but found that the only thing I could do, was to try and follow, by kicking my legs and knees on the cold concrete floor.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my legs and I saw four guys from my class pick me up. I tried to kick them off, but it was too late. I landed in the janitor's steel sink with a splash. The burning hot water closes around my skin and I forgot everything. My heart stopped beating, and everything was spinning. For a second, I could only feel pain. My skin felt like it was melting, like the worst sunburn you could ever imagine! The only thing I could do was to get out.

I screamed, blocking out the laughs of my classmates, as they ran off and closed the door. I was left alone in the darkness with nothing but the burning sensation on my skin.

I snap up and turn the cold water on. Pulled off my wet shirt and soaked it in the cold water before trying to put it against my abdomen. Pain once again shot through my body, but I tried to bite my lips so I didn't cry out loud. I was partly successful, only letting out a strangled gasp, as I cooled down my skin.

"Oh my god!" I hitched, doubling over the sink as I quickly tried to get more cold water on the burned flesh. I couldn't stop the sounds or loud cry, that escaped my lips this time! My lips were trembling. My entire body was shaking, being cold and hot, both at the same time. I gasped for air, but it only came out as a staggered sob.

"FUCK!"

I put more cold water on my abdomen, but every move I made felt like pins and needles were being drilled into my body. That's when I realized, I'd burned my arm and thigh too.

"Damn it!" I practically sob out, while I let the cold water run down my arm and held my cold shirt against my side and legs. I rested my head down on the cold steel sink. My heart was skipping every other beat and tears were pressing against my eyelids. Why? Why did I deserve this? Why? Why did the Moon Goddess hate me? What had I ever done to anyone? Why.?

My throat was closing in on itself and I was dangerously close to crying. Forcing myself to calm, I took a deep breath.

"I'll be fine," I murmur to myself, finally feeling the calming effect of the cold water on my burnt skin. "No matter what, I'll be ok!"

I will be ok!

I will be ok.

Once I'd said it enough times and my heart again felt like a stone in my chest, I managed to mind-link Amanda, to come and get me out.

"Oh, my god, D!" she exclaimed, once her eyes caught me on the floor. She jumped over and gently grabbed my arm. "Here!"

I let her help me up. She got the lights on and managed to find a first-aid kit. She ripped it open and found some cool-aid to apply to my severely burned abdomen. I hissed in pain. I knew I could just use my wolf to heal it and just get it over with, but. I could hear her whimper somewhere in the back of my mind. She was miserable so I let her be. I didn't understand what she wanted half the time anymore and she didn't talk to me either. Not that we had a lot to say to each other. Our life was one long misery and I blamed myself for her miserable state. I just hoped she would find a mate that would treat her like a princess. And hey! If he was fair to me too, who was I to complain?

I almost smile at the thought. A mate! Someone to love us and us alone.

I took one final deep breath, letting the dream of a better future soothe me.

No matter what, I'll be just fine, I started chanting in my head. No matter what. I'll be ok. I'll be ok.

"You want to go home?" Amanda asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. She'd applied the cool-aid on my skin and it felt amazing. She then handed me my oversized hoody. I grabbed it and carefully put it on. It stung every time I moved, but somehow, I managed to put it on. I just couldn't wait to get home and sneak myself a very, very cold shower.

"Make up an excuse for me?" I asked, turning to her bright brown eyes again. Amanda is like stupid pretty and she doesn't give a fuck. Dark brown hair, dark chocolate eyes, and lips like fucking Angelia Jolie! She's a choppy girl, I guess, but with her big boobs, big ass, and an attitude and confidence for days, people tend not to notice.

"I'll walk you there," she smiled and I know it's not up for debate. She then throws her hand dramatically over her forehead, waving the other, like a queen from another era. "I think I might be coming down with something and I can't be trusted to walk home alone."

I couldn't hold a laugh back at her stupid behavior, knowing she did it to cheer me up.

"Thanks," I muttered and left the small, claustrophobic room. Ok, I might have understated my friendship with Amanda. Yeah, she was not the person I confided the most in, but she knew that. That was Dean for me. But she was a good friend, nevertheless. I guess that's also one of the reasons why I was so bitter about her betrayal. I thought we were a team. She and I. But apparently, when a new fuck-boy came along, I was tossed aside like a used condom?! It just felt so unfair.

But by the looks of it, Amanda did want to make it up to me. And if she wanted to, I guess she was allowed to have a second chance. Right? I mean, come on! The girl was practically shunned by the rest of the younger pack members – except when they needed a booty call – for being my friend. Perhaps I at least owed her that.

It was still august, but the breeze outside had already turned a notch colder. Not that I complained. The cold was doing wonders for my burned abdomen. Amanda had picked up my stuff and we were on our way home. I just couldn't wait to get this day over with. Enough bad shit had already happened today and the last thing I needed was to run into Trevor. So, I couldn't get home fast enough.

We rounded the corner and I looked up. My heart sank when I saw the people coming our way. It was Trevor and Fraya!

I quickly made a 1-80 and practically ran in the other direction. But of course, they'd already seen me.

"OOOOOH, LEEEEEEESLEY!"

I froze. And not only because of the alpha command still on me. Shit! Shitshitshitshit.

They walked up to us, but Trevor doesn't stop until he was an inch away from my face. He gripped my arm tightly, and pain shoots through my body. Bloody hell! I'd already been cooked today! Couldn't I get a break?

Just one?!

"You're mine, bitch," Trevor hissed in my face and I could feel the spit on my cheeks. "And you'll do and say, exactly what I tell you to!"

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 9

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