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 7
LIORA
My pussy watered. If only he knew how I wanted to cum as well. He removed his hands from my face and held his dick like it was a mantle. Then he began to slide his hand along the shaft as his liquid spewed out. "Take it in!" I reached out with my tongue and caught his seed before it could fall to the floor. I opened my mouth wide, making sure that I took in everything. His eyes never left my face. They were so intense. He watched me. And the way he looked at me, if he did that to another lady, I'd get jealous. When he was done, I tasted his cum. My first. It was so thick and plenty and I swallowed it all. He watched me as I licked my lips. Then he asked, "Do you want more?" I nodded my head. "Then you better beg for it." I would gladly do so. "Please," I said. "Please, who?" I thought about what to call him. "Please, daddy. Pleasure me again." He exhaled heavily. "Now, I am going to fuck you until you can't scream anymore." I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me next. My panties were all soaked as if I was on my period and I wished that he would just take them off me to see how much I really wanted him to fuck me. He lifted me off my feet and placed me on the bed. My heart fluttered in anticipation of what he was going to do to me. In fact, I would let him do whatever he wanted. Even the nasty things. His hands found my dress and he took it off me. I was left in my bra and panties. I opened my legs so that he could see what he had done to me down there. His eyes followed. "You are soaking wet!" he exclaimed. "All wet and ready for your dick, daddy," I said seductively. "Oh, you're not going to have my dick, honey," he said and I was devastated. "You don't mean that, do you?" I asked, hoping I had heard correctly. Hoping he would change his mind and tell me that it was all but a slip of tongue. And that he was going to actually fuck me until I couldn't scream no more. "I am going to do things to you, honey. But I can't fuck a fresh pussy unprotected." His hands went straight to my breasts and he had to squeeze. The feel of his rough palms against my nipples almost made me cry all over again. The feeling made me throw my head backwards as I let out a loud moan. But he didn't stop what he was doing, the merciless Alpha. "Oh, daddy. Daddy, you make me want to cry." "You have beautiful breasts that must be taken care of." "Oh, daddy, take good care of my breasts. You're splitting me in two!" He took his hand off one of my nipple and replaced that with his mouth. The feel of his tongue and teeth on my nipple made me arch my back. I could not stop myself from curling my toes. My legs were already starting to shake and I needed him to hold me so I wouldn't fall. Fuck, the pleasure was immense and it was the first of its kind. This was a man who wasn't sacred to touch me in places that would make me go crazy. He wasn't reluctant to say things to me, things that would get me aroused and wet for him. And he knew how to turn me on even without making any contact. What manner of man was he? I was definitely where I should be. In the right place. He sucked me and kept rubbing my other nipple. I could not keep still as waves and waves of pleasure rocked my body like a ship during a tempest. "Oh, daddy. You do me real good." I felt my stomach begin to fill with hotness and I knew that feeling. I had read about it in books and I knew that I was about to come. "Oh, my gosh," I said when the realization dawned on me. That was a long time coming. I almost didn't think that I was even capable of cumming at all. "I am going to cum, daddy!" I literally announced that at the top of my voice. Then he suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked at me. He shook his head from side to side as if he disagreed with what was about to happen. "No, honey. You don't get to come yet. I will be the one to tell you when to come. Remember, I am your Apha. Ask permission from me." I swallowed, disappointed again, but then he put his fingers on my clit, I forgot about my sadness and went back curling my toes in pleasure. He moved from rubbing my clit with those skillful fingers into forcing them to into my pussy. "What kind of a woman gets this wet?" he asked. I couldn't answer. I was so engrossed in taking in all the pleasure that he could give to me. And with two of his fingers inside of me, they had suddenly taken away my ability to even speak. "Cunt so tight!" He kept moving in and out of me in ways that almost made me lose consciousness, in a beautiful way. "Look at me. Don't close your eyes!" he snapped. I made an effort to open my eyes but my mouth could not stay shut. "I want you to look at me as I make you shake with pleasure. Enough pleasure than what you've never experienced in your life." I didn't take my eyes off his face. His fingers did all manner of things to my pussy. "You're so tight. It feels like you haven't had your cherry popped." I couldn't say anything to confirm so because at that moment, that same feeling in my stomach returned. "I am going to come, Daddy," I said again. "Beg me to let you come."
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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.