MARKED BY THE ALPHAS HEAT
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 it contains raw unfiltered sex scene. Prepare to cum in your pants:After she lost her parents to a brutal attack, Liora is taken in by the mysterious and powerful Alpha, Kane.
Raised under his protection and his umbrella, she knows how to follow the rules, how to remain obedient, and how to forget her dreams as well.
But the closer she gets to her first heat, the more impossible it becomes to resist the body of Alpha Kane.
Their instincts spark and the desire they both share for one another explodes, bringing them into a tight embrace and they find themselves unable to let go.
Will they be able to resist fate?
Or is this a forbidden passion that it set to consume them both?
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Chapter 4
LIORA
The walls of my pussy clamped against his fingers "I'm... " I felt a sensation in the belly of my stomach and it was rushing fast. My whole breathing kicked up a notch for what was about to happen to me. My eyes rolled in my head as the pleasure tried to take over me. "I'm going to cum..." KADE She was going to cum? My little wolf was going to cum? No, I couldn't let that happen. Because if I did let her come on my fingers, then there would be no going back. I wasn't going to have any piece of mind until I had her underneath me, writhing as I fucked the life out of her pussy, like the slut that she wanted to be. Because my dick was as hard as iron, and straining so hard against my trousers. She wasn't supposed to come just yet. I wanted to mess with her pussy, wanted to drive her to the point where she'd almost go crazy, but I didn't want her to taste the height of what my pleasure could bring to her. So I pulled out my fingers from inside her pussy, in a way that I knew she'd be frustrated. "What?" she mouthed. "Clean yourself up," I said in a very strained voice. "This never happened." When I risked a glance at her face, the look that graced it was one of utter disappointment. My heart clenched but before I could change my mind, I turned and left her room. I got to my room, slammed the door behind me, locked it, and located the nearest whiskey. I needed to calm my nerves, because inside me, it wasn't what I wanted. What I wanted should be a scene where I had Liora facing the wall, with her ass facing me and my dick in her wet pussy, slamming the senses out of her head until she couldn't breathe no more. I wanted her so badly that my hands shattered the first whiskey bottle that I grabbed. They were supposed to be grabbing her ass while I fucked her into submission. I located another bottle from a mini bar, opened it, and drank from it directly. I didn't want a cup, I might break that glass. The drink burned through my insides and some pinch of calm returned to me. I wanted calm at a faster rate so I kept swallowing. One bottle of whiskey turned into five and I just could not stop myself. A lot of thoughts poured into my head. I would kill any man who tried to touch her. And I was very serious about it. I had seen Jared, with his hands on her, and it only took me much restraint not to tear him apart. Because I was very sure that it would be so difficult to stop myself from wanting her. Liora's scent was still on my fingers. I brought them to my nose and inhaled with relish. *** The days flew by, and they were slow. In fact, they dragged their feet as if there was something ahead that they didn't want to arrive at. It had been a week since I saw her. Since I had left her room. And even as I sat at my dining table to eat, I wondered if she was eating as well, wherever she was. I held myself from approaching her room to ask if she had been eating because I didn't want another wave of desire to overwhelm us. The meal in front of me was the usual. Grilled bacon and scrambled eggs with herbs. I picked up my cutlery and dug in. I kept eating until I noticed that something was wrong with the food. It tasted different. I knew this because it was my usual breakfast so if there was a certain taste that shouldn't be there, then I'd notice it in an instant. It wasn't long before that strange tang started to take effect on me. My inner wolf stirred, and I sniffed the air as if there was a prey nearby. "Who prepared this?" I wanted to know. A maid stepped forward with the answer. "Chef Naro, my lord." What the hell had the chef put in my food? I wanted to think about it but a series of events took control of me. My blood began to burn inside of me. Started right from my heart and flowed all through the rest of my body. What the hell was happening to me? Why was I burning up? My claws pulled out from my fingers and I couldn't even make a fist. Then the heat inside of me rushed down to my dick and I went hard all at once. A strong scent came to my nose, tugging at the recesses of my brain. I knew that I had to get out of there. My chair scraped back loudly. "Leave!" I growled , and they all scampered away. My vision blurred as made my way out of the dining hall. The scent only grew stronger as I headed straight for the kitchen. But this was not normal. This was far from normal. Why the hell was my whole body and my inner wolf following the scent as if they had been tethered to a tight rope? I entered the kitchen and stopped. She stood at the counter, her back to her, curvy tantalizing figure challenging me, and her hair flowing backwards, driving me crazy. She wore revealing clothes and I wanted to rush her and bend her against that counter and punish her pussy with the strength of my pelvic power. She had a finger in her mouth and was licking it. My dick throbbed, wanting to be in her mouth instead. Then the scent that had been tugging at me showed itself one last time, the same one I had gotten from my meal, and it dawned on me that it was her. She had done that to my food. I stomped towards her with rage. Her eyes turned to regard me and said, "Alpha," just before I wrapped a hand around her neck and pinned her against the wall. For the third time. "What have you done? You poisoned my food just so I would want to fuck you?" Her mouth opened as if she wanted to explain herself, and I just could not get that thought of fitting my dick inside her mouth and fucking her until she saw stars. Yeah, I could do that. I only needed to say the words.
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7.5
While packing up her cheating ex-boyfriend's belongings, Giselle found an encrypted black smartphone hidden beneath his old textbooks.
Curiosity made her guess the passcode, only to uncover a horrifying secret.
Her ex had been using stolen lingerie photos of her beautiful roommate to catfish a man named "Oero" out of $1.5 million.
And Oero wasn't just a gullible sugar daddy. He was Dereck Campos, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire known for making his enemies permanently disappear.
The phone suddenly buzzed in her hand with a terrifying message.
"Don't be late. You know what happens when I'm kept waiting."
Giselle's blood ran cold. The lethal trap had snapped shut.
If she showed up, Dereck would see she wasn't the blonde in the photos and kill her.
If she ignored him, his private security would hunt her down anyway.
Her ex had drained the offshore accounts and fled, leaving her as the ultimate scapegoat to face a monster's wrath.
She was just a broke engineering student on a full scholarship.
She hadn't taken a single cent of that dirty money. Why should she pay with her life for a deadly scam she knew nothing about?
But Giselle wasn't going to just curl up and wait to die.
Her analytical mind kicked into overdrive. She sent him a voice note faking a severe illness, and deliberately refused his massive cash transfer to play the proud victim.
She was going to outsmart the most dangerous predator in New York, one calculated lie at a time.
7.4
I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade.
But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory.
To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder.
Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me.
But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews.
Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms.
"What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?"
Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had.
I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull.
The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage.
I didn't break, and I didn't run.
Instead, I got into the back of Dexter Mathews's car. He had watched my family tear me apart, but he didn't see a broken pawn. He saw a queen.
And together, we were going to burn their entire empire to the ground.
7.1
Bonnie Galvan woke up to the suffocating scent of lilies, staring at the mirror in the exact same seven-figure wedding dress she had worn seven years ago.
In the doorway stood her so-called best friend Itzel and her secret lover Erwin, desperately urging her to elope.
They warned her that her soon-to-be husband, the billionaire Arlington Townsend, was a crippled monster, and marrying him would ruin her life forever.
In her previous life, she blindly believed their lies and ran away from the altar.
Because of her public betrayal, the ruthless Townsend family completely bankrupted her father's company in retaliation.
Erwin and Itzel swooped in as her saviors, only to steal whatever was left of her family's wealth and power.
When she was finally stripped of her value, Erwin pushed her down an icy mountain slope during a brutal blizzard.
With a shattered ankle, she could only watch as Itzel smirked and Erwin coldly walked away, leaving her to be buried alive under the freezing snow.
As her lungs burned and her heart gave out in the agonizing cold, she was consumed by hatred.
Why did the man who swore to protect her and the friend she trusted with her life plot so meticulously to destroy her?
Opening her eyes again, Bonnie was back in the bridal suite, minutes before the ceremony.
This time, she didn't run.
She walked straight down the aisle, looked the terrifying Arlington Townsend in the eye, and firmly said her vows.
"I do."
9.3
For three years, Dara endured endless humiliation to be the perfect wife to billionaire Donavon Monroe.
But on their third anniversary, which was also her birthday, Donavon coldly threw divorce papers on the dining table.
He wanted her gone for his returning childhood sweetheart, completely ignoring the blistering burn on Dara's hand—a cruel injury intentionally caused by his brother just hours ago.
When Dara tearfully reminded him how she had bled and almost died to save his life three years ago, Donavon looked at her with pure disgust.
"I have zero interest in looking at the ugly scars you picked up in whatever slum you crawled out of."
He accused her of fabricating a savior complex just to secure a ring, perfectly content to let his mother and brother treat her like a glorified maid.
Dara's heart completely shattered.
She had sacrificed her life and dignity for a ruthless capitalist who viewed her as nothing but disposable trash.
With her last shred of pride, she signed the papers, ready to leave this suffocating nightmare forever.
But that night, a freak lightning storm struck the estate.
When Dara opened her eyes the next morning, she felt incredibly heavy and her center of gravity was completely wrong.
She looked in the mirror and saw Donavon's cold, chiseled face staring back at her in absolute terror.
They had swapped bodies.
Now, she held the absolute power of the Monroe empire, and Donavon was finally going to experience his family's vicious abuse firsthand.
9.6
For five years, Elyse loved Trevor with everything she had, yet it meant nothing when his former lover returned-pregnant.
Reduced to the city's joke, Elyse chose dignity and handed him divorce papers, walking away with nothing.
But when both women fell into the water, he didn't hesitate-he saved the other.
"I'm sorry... she's pregnant," he said, shattering what remained of her love.
She disappeared without a trace. Three years later, she returned as a world-renowned actress, radiant and untouchable.
When Trevor knelt before her, begging, "Don't leave me..." She only watched, her heart long turned cold.
He pleaded, "Please give me another chance, okay?"
8.0
Lena never expected peace to find her.
After years of surviving one hardship after another, she has learned to trust no one but herself. Quiet routines and emotional distance have become her safest form of protection. Then one night, a chance encounter with a powerful and mysterious man changes everything.
Julian is an Alpha feared by many and truly known by very few. Calm, controlled, and fiercely protective of his pack, he has spent years keeping his world stable through discipline and restraint. He has rules for a reason-and one of them is never allowing anyone close enough to become a weakness.
Especially not a human woman.
But from the moment Julian notices Lena standing alone beneath the glow of a city café, something shifts between them. Not instant love. Not fate wrapped in fantasy. Just a quiet pull neither of them can explain or ignore.
As their paths continue to cross, Lena slowly discovers the hidden world Julian comes from-a world of werewolves, pack politics, loyalty, danger, and old wounds that never fully healed. Yet beneath the strength and power surrounding him, she also finds something unexpected:
A family.
Julian's pack is not built on fear alone. It is made of people who have chosen one another through loss, sacrifice, and survival. Rath, loyal and dependable. Kael, sharp-tongued but fiercely protective. Mara, calm and insightful. And eventually, children whose laughter transforms guarded walls into a home.
For the first time in years, Lena begins to feel safe.
And for the first time in even longer, Julian begins wanting more than survival.
But peace never comes easily.
Old enemies still watch from the shadows, waiting for weakness. Rival Alphas resent Julian's growing influence, and when Lena becomes the center of Julian's world, she also becomes a target.
What begins as quiet healing soon turns into a fight to protect the life they are building together.
Through betrayal, danger, heartbreak, and recovery, Julian and Lena discover that love is not found only in dramatic moments or destiny-it is built slowly in everyday choices.
In shared mornings.
In exhausted laughter.
In children climbing into bed after nightmares.
In the people who stay when life becomes difficult.
As the pack slowly transforms from a place of survival into a true community, Lena and Julian realize they are creating something stronger than fear:
A chosen family.
The Alpha and His Chosen Family is a slow-burn werewolf romance filled with healing, found family, emotional intimacy, pack dynamics, and the quiet strength that comes after surviving chaos.
Because sometimes the greatest love story is not about finding each other-
It is about learning how to live, trust, and breathe again together.