My Alpha Turns Into a Monster at Night
He's dangerous at night.
Unstoppable under the moon.
But when the monster wakes,
I'm the only one he kneels to.
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Chapter 7
The moon hung low and heavy over the city, casting a silver glow that made everything seem unreal. Every shadow stretched like fingers, and every sound was sharper than it should have been.
I shouldn't have been here. My instincts screamed at me to run but my feet had a mind of their own. I was drawn to him. Always. No matter the danger, no matter the fear.
And there he was, waiting. The Alpha. Every bit as dangerous as I remembered and yet somehow... more. His amber eyes glowed in the darkness, hunting, protective, possessive. Every fiber of my body screamed at me to stay away. And every fiber screamed the opposite.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, voice low, sharp, and almost growling. "They're close."
I followed his gaze and froze. Two figures emerged from the shadows watching, silent, calculating. My heart jumped. The pack. Or something worse. Whoever they were, they weren't friendly.
He stepped closer to me, claws brushing against my hand not a threat, but a promise. "Stay behind me," he murmured. His voice carried something raw, something primal. My chest tightened. I wasn't just afraid for myself anymore. I was afraid of losing him.
I... I started, but he silenced me with a sharp glance, his hand lifting to cup my face. The heat from his touch burned, grounding me, anchoring me, even as danger circled us.
"You're mine," he said, low, possessive. "No matter what happens tonight... or tomorrow... or ever. They may try to take you, to scare you, but you are mine. Do you understand?"
I nodded, unable to speak. The pull between us was too strong, too urgent, too impossible to deny. I could feel his heartbeat, wild and powerful, syncing with mine.
And then the first figure stepped forward. A low growl rumbled in the alley, deep and threatening. My body tensed. The Alpha moved like liquid, a blur, positioning himself between me and the threat. I had never seen him like this half man, half predator, completely terrifying.
One moment, he was human. The next, the monster inside him surged. Claws gleamed, teeth flashed, and the shadows around him twisted and writhed as though alive. The danger was real. Terrifying. And yet... I didn't look away.
He turned to me, eyes softer now, though still ablaze with power. "Do not move," he whispered. "Not a single step. Trust me."
I did. I had no choice. Even if I wanted to run, even if I wanted to scream, I couldn't. I trusted him. Completely.
And in that moment, something shifted. Not just between us but inside me. Fear intertwined with desire. Danger intertwined with devotion. And I knew, with a certainty that made my chest ache:
I belonged to him. Fully. Completely. Heart, mind, and soul.
A shadow lunged from the darkness, and the Alpha roared a sound that shook the very air. I held my breath as the monster surged forward to protect me, claws and teeth flashing.
And even as my pulse raced, I couldn't shake the truth: I was falling. Falling for the Alpha. Falling into the darkness. Falling into a bond I couldn't escape.
Chains of the curse, chains of fate... chains of the heart. All of them bound me to him.
And there was no turning back.
The growl was closer now, the shadows around us moving like living things. He pressed me against him, amber eyes blazing, and whispered, "If they take you... I'll become the monster they've always feared. And nothing will stop me."
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7.4
BLURB;
They told her she was born to die. They told him he was born to kill. They were both wrong.
Hazel was the perfect sacrifice: poor, powerless, and prepared for the dragon's flame. Prince Dravon was the perfect executioner: ruthless, royal, and bound by duty.
Their first glance which was a magnetic attraction changed everything.
Now, running from a kingdom that wants her blood and a brother who wants his throne, they uncover a horrific secret. The ritual is a key to unlock something ancient vorthar an ancient dragon God. The curse is a cage. And Hazel's rare bloodline containing the blood line of three realms makes her the most dangerous creature in the world the target of a priestess who wants eternal power and a dragon-god who dreams of eternal fire and freedom to rule the whole world.
To save their worlds, Hazel and Dravon must burn the old lies to the ground and forge a new legend from the ashes.
9.1
My family and fiancé begged me to donate my last remaining kidney to my twin sister, Kyleigh. They didn't know I was already dying.
My fiancé, Axel, gave me an ultimatum.
"Donate the kidney, or I'll break our engagement and marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish."
I agreed, only for them to frame me for plagiarism with my own thesis, forcing me to confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father with my other kidney five years ago-a sacrifice Kyleigh had stolen all the credit for.
As they wheeled me into the operating room, they celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future built on my death. I was already a ghost to them.
But I died on the table. The surgeon, seeing the old surgical scar and the poison riddling my body, walked out to face them.
"This wasn't a donation," she announced, her voice cold as steel. "This was murder."
9.2
It all started with one encounter.
One night with a man whose touch felt like sin and whose scent still haunts my skin.
I never meant to fall - but when I caught my boyfriend, the Alpha's son, cheating on me, something inside me broke.
And that's when he found me - a stranger cloaked in dominance and danger. His hands promised ruin, his lips whispered damnation.
I gave in. Just once.
Or so I thought.
Now, I've been hired as the Alpha's new secretary.
And when I walked into his office, the world stopped.
Because he's not a stranger.
He's him.
The man from that night.
The man I should have never touched.
The father of my ex.
I tell myself I can resist him - that I can keep my secret buried. But every time his gaze lingers, every time that deep, commanding voice wraps around my name, my resolve burns away.
This isn't love.
It's an obsession. Possession. Darkness disguised as desire.
And I know one thing for sure - once an Alpha sets his eyes on you...
He never lets go.
7.5
I thought my best friend Mila and my lover Preston were my only salvation from Essex Langley, the ruthless billionaire who kept me caged in his estate.
I trusted them blindly when they planned my grand escape.
But it was all a cruel setup.
Mila deliberately leaked the plan to Essex's guards to win his favor, and Preston only wanted my family's shares to pay off his massive debts.
When we were caught in the rose garden, Preston shoved me toward the guards and ran for his life.
"You're insane if you think I actually loved a freak like you!"
I was dragged back into the manor, my ribs cracking under heavy boots.
I bled out on the freezing marble floor, staring into Essex’s unhinged, mad eyes as I took my last agonizing breath.
Until the moment I died, I couldn't accept it.
I had ruined my own life, adopting a hideous punk look with fake tattoos and piercings just to make Essex hate me, all for two people who saw me as nothing but a sacrificial lamb.
Why was my blind rebellion rewarded with such a brutal betrayal?
Opening my eyes again, the white-hot pain was gone.
I was back in the freezing bedroom on my eighteenth birthday, the very night Mila would come to orchestrate my ruin.
I looked at the rebellious, smudged stranger in the mirror.
This time, I calmly washed off the black makeup, took out my lip ring, and put on a pristine white dress.
If fighting the devil got me killed, then in this life, I would tame him and make them all pay.
8.1
Six years ago, I stole from a stranger.
I was desperate, broken, and trying to save the only family I had left.
I never expected that stranger to be a billionaire.
Or that one reckless night would bind our lives forever.
Now he's back-powerful, haunted, and dangerous.
He doesn't remember me... but he remembers the theft.
I work in his hotel.
He signs my paychecks.
And the secret I've carried for six years could destroy us both.
He wants answers. I want redemption.
But when desire burns hotter than guilt, and the past refuses to stay buried, loving him might cost me everything, including the truth he deserves.
8.4
I died on a filthy bed in a back-alley clinic.
I willingly sacrificed my own corneas so the Mafia man I loved could see the light of day again.
But my soul was forced to stay behind, watching another woman claim my sacrifice as her own.
Dante reclaimed his throne as the Mafia boss. Believing the lie that I had abandoned him, he unleashed his vengeance upon my family.
"Where the hell is she hiding?"
He shattered my brother's hands and drove my mother to her death. He absolutely refused to believe the fact that I was already dead, convinced instead that I was just cowering from his wrath.
It wasn't until my medical records were thrown right in his face that Dante finally realized whose eyes he was using to look at the world.
The truth drove him completely insane.
He burned the whole world down just to beg for my forgiveness.
"Gianna, please wait for me!"