My Mate Tried to Steal My Blood for His Throne

I gasped awake with a jolt, my body convulsing as phantom pain tore through me. My lungs burned as if I'd been drowning, and my skin felt raw—like I'd been flayed open and left to freeze in the void. "It's not real," I whispered to myself, pressing my palms against my temples. "It's just a memory." But the agony felt so real. A thousand years of torture in the Abyssal Void wasn't something you simply forgot. My gaze darted around the room—the familiar pale blue walls, the four-poster bed with silk sheets, the vanity with its ornate mirror. My old bedroom in the Royal Pack House. NYC. The morning of the Mate Selection Ceremony. I was back.

Chapters

Chapter 1

"It's not real," I whispered to myself, pressing my palms against my temples. "It's just a memory."

But the agony felt so real. A thousand years of torture in the Abyssal Void wasn't something you simply forgot.

My gaze darted around the room—the familiar pale blue walls, the four-poster bed with silk sheets, the vanity with its ornate mirror. My old bedroom in the Royal Pack House. NYC. The morning of the Mate Selection Ceremony.

I was back.

With trembling fingers, I reached for the calendar on my nightstand. The date stared back at me in bold black numbers: June 15th.

"The day of my doom," I murmured, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.

But not this time.

I rose from the bed, my movements deliberate and controlled—no trace of the naive, hopeful girl who had once occupied this room. That Sierra Adams was gone, replaced by someone harder. Someone who had survived.

As I walked to the closet, memories flooded back—Weston's gentle smile as he promised to cherish me forever; the way his eyes had glowed when he spoke of our future together; how quickly that warmth had turned to ice when he decided I wasn't good enough.

"Never again," I vowed, pulling out a midnight blue gown instead of the white dress he had once loved.

I slipped the dress over my head, its silky fabric cool against my skin. The color was deliberate—not the innocent white of a bride-to-be, but the deep, unforgiving blue of the night sky just before dawn breaks.

As I fastened the silver clasps at my shoulders, my fingers brushed against the small dagger hidden in my garter—a habit born from the nightmares of my imprisonment.

"Ready?" I asked my reflection, meeting my own gaze in the mirror.

The woman who stared back at me was beautiful but dangerous—eyes that had seen too much, lips curved in a knowing smile. No longer a tool. No longer a victim.

---

The Grand Ballroom glittered with chandeliers and the polished smiles of the supernatural elite. I entered alone, feeling the weight of curious stares.

"Sierra Adams," someone whispered behind me. "They say she's just a spirit in a vessel—not even real flesh and blood."

"Weston would never choose someone like that," another replied. "Not when he has Estella Greene to consider."

I kept my spine straight, my head high. Let them whisper. Let them underestimate me.

Across the room, I saw him—Weston Shaw, the eighteenth prince of the Wolf Clans. My former mate. My betrayer.

Our eyes locked, and something flickered across his face—recognition, followed by cold calculation.

He remembered too.

Before the High Priest could begin the ceremony, Weston strode to the dais, his movements confident and commanding.

"I have an announcement," he declared, his voice carrying across the hushed room.

The High Priest faltered, clearly surprised, but Weston continued.

"I will not be participating in today's ceremony." His gaze found mine again, filled with cruel satisfaction. "At least, not with Sierra Adams."

Gasps rippled through the crowd as Weston extended his hand. Estella Greene stepped forward, her phoenix pendant gleaming at her throat.

"My True Luna," Weston announced, pulling Estella close. "A woman of pure Phoenix bloodline—worthy of standing beside the future Alpha King."

He turned to face me directly, his voice hardening. "Unlike some soulless tools created for service, Estella's lineage makes her fit for royalty."

I stood perfectly still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. My lack of reaction seemed to unsettle him; his eyes narrowed slightly.

---

"The council has reached a decision," the Head Elder announced, his voice echoing through the ballroom.

I watched as Weston whispered something to the elder, whose eyes flickered with understanding.

"Since Prince Weston has rejected Sierra Adams," the elder continued, "she must serve the pack in another capacity."

A commotion at the entrance drew everyone's attention. The crowd parted as a figure was led in—chains binding his wrists and ankles, a muzzle covering his face.

Greyson Morgan. The disgraced War General.

His eyes blazed with a feral light, body trembling with barely contained rage. Toxic energy radiated from him in waves, making nearby guests step back in fear.

"The cursed," someone whispered. "They're pairing her with the madman."

Weston's lips curved into a smirk as he mouthed two words in my direction: "Die quickly."

The council elder cleared his throat. "Sierra Adams will bond with War General Greyson Morgan, to contain his... condition."

As the crowd murmured in shock, I felt something unexpected stir within me—not fear, but recognition.

I walked toward Greyson, whose growls vibrated against his muzzle. As our eyes met, something passed between us—a shared understanding of pain that needed no words.

"This one," I thought to myself, "knows what it means to be broken."

Continue to next part

The Grand Ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton glittered with champagne flutes and camera flashes. I smoothed down my custom Valentino gown—a sleek ivory column with subtle crystal beading that caught the light with every movement. The engagement party I'd spent months planning was finally happening. "Ms. Rivera, the photographer from Vogue wants to know if you'd mind posing by the fountain," my assistant whispered, her eyes wide with excitement. I nodded, allowing myself a moment of satisfaction. Everything was perfect—the orchid centerpieces flown in from Thailand, the champagne tower, the guest list that read like a Who's Who of business and society. All for Castiel and me. "Five minutes until the announcement, Fiona," Marcus Rivera, my father's trusted lawyer and our family friend, appeared at my elbow. "Your father sends his regrets again—the merger talks in Tokyo couldn't be rescheduled." "He'll see the photos tomorrow," I said, twisting the diamond ring Castiel had given me three weeks ago.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

Fired My Fiance, Claimed My Empire

7.4

I went undercover as a trainee in my own hotel, a secret pact with my fiancé, Greyson, the hotel's General Manager. We were supposed to be building an empire together. But our future ended the moment he chose another woman over me. He let a manipulative socialite named Imogen terrorize our staff. She deliberately scalded my hand with hot coffee, and when I stood up to her, Greyson publicly humiliated me. On a speakerphone call with the city's mayor, he demanded I apologize. "Apologize to Ms. Short," his voice boomed for the entire staff to hear. "This kind of disrespect is unacceptable." My fiancé, the man I loved, had just ordered me to kneel before the woman who assaulted me. So I dropped my disguise. I revealed my true identity as the heiress to the Kerr hotel empire and said, "Greyson Holden, you're fired. Get out of my hotel."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Her Professor, His Obsession

9.2

Aria Giovanni has never been a rule breaker, until her last year in college. She unknowingly spent a night with her new professor, professor Damon Carter. She thought he was just a professor. He knew she was the key to his revenge. Aria Giovanni has only one goal... graduate from Westbridge University and finally leave behind the struggles of student life. But that reckless night out changes everything when she was in the arms of a mysterious stranger... one she's sure she'll never see again. Until she walks into her literature class. Damon Carter isn't just a professor, he's a billionaire leading a double life. His mission is simple, get close to Aria, use her to lure out her father... Robert Giovanni... the man who destroyed his life five years ago. But as his carefully laid out plans unfold, Damon finds himself entangled in something far more dangerous than revenge... desire. Aria knows she shouldn't fall for her professor. He's older, off-limits, and far too dangerous for her heart. When the truth comes out, shattering her world, Aria is forced to face the ultimate betrayal. Now, with her future on the line, and her heart caught between love and revenge, she must decide... Will she walk away from him forever, or surrender to the man who's been obsessed with her from the start?

Action Modern Young Adult

8.1

The Dominant Ceo's New Contract : The Ruthless Tycoon's Fifty Shades Contract

8.1

Nora has just been cleared from two weeks in a hospital after her body gave out from overwork and stress. The morning she is discharged, her doctor tells her she is lucky to have such a devoted boyfriend, someone who came to see her every day without fail. She leaves the hospital feeling genuinely hopeful for the first time in weeks. She decides to surprise Derek at his apartment before going home. When she gets there, the door is slightly open. The apartment is out of order in small ways that feel wrong immediately, because Derek is meticulous about everything. She finds a dress on the floor she recognizes from three days ago when her best friend Sienna came to visit her at the hospital. She walks into the bedroom and finds them together. What follows is not a screaming match. It is worse. Sienna does not apologize. She lays out the facts the way a person delivers news they have been sitting on for too long. Eight months. A wedding in two weeks. An invitation that arrives on Nora's phone before she even makes it out of the building. Derek tries to stop her in the hallway, tries to explain, but the elevator closes between them and she hears Sienna's voice behind her saying she will forgive him because she always does. Nora walks out into rain she does not notice for several minutes. Her phone rings five times with her father's name on the screen. She ignores it. Her father only calls repeatedly when he needs something managed, and she is not available to be managed today. Yuna finds her eventually and picks her up. In the car, Yuna starts to say where she has been and stops herself. Nora tells her Derek is her ex now without looking up. Yuna's phone rings. It is Nora's father, and his voice is different. Quiet in a way she has never heard before. He asks them to come to the mansion immediately. When they arrive, her grandfather is dead. He passed in his sleep, her mother says. The doctor had already been and gone. The paperwork was being handled. Her uncle was in the hallway with his coat on and his phone in his hand, already making calls, already moving. Her father calls her into the study and tells her the company is closer to collapse than anyone outside the family knows. There is one deal that could save it. One man. Callum Voss. The problem is that no one gets a meeting with Callum Voss. His schedule is locked, his gatekeepers are impossible, and he is in the city for a limited time only. Yuna tells her something that changes everything. He is on the guest list for Derek and Sienna's wedding. Nora does not want to go to that wedding. She would rather do almost anything else. But she does not have a choice, and she refuses to walk in alone. She tells Yuna to find her a fake date, someone tall and convincing and immediately impressive. She will handle everything else herself.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

Sold to be a Billionaire's Slave

7.4

"You like being touched like a dirty whore. Don't you, Zoe?" "Yes, Mr. Gatsby." Zoe never imagined her life could fall apart so quickly. Sold at a secret auction, betrayed by her stepfather after her mother's death., she is bought by Brayden Gatsby, a ruthless billionaire whose wealth hides darker appetites. In his world, her body is no longer her own. Every command tests her limits. Every punishment strips away who she used to be and she gets introduced to sinful fantasies. But submission isn't the end. It's the beginning.Because beneath the chains and the brutal lessons lies a dangerous connection, one Zoe isn't supposed to want. Brayden is merciless, possessive, and utterly in control... yet the more he breaks her, the more he awakens something raw inside her.Caught between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, Zoe must decide: fight for the freedom stolen from her... or surrender completely to the man who bought her as his slave.

Action Billionaire Modern

7.3

Stolen Empire, Stolen Child, Stolen Life

7.3

I was pregnant, the creative force behind a culinary empire I was building with my husband, Donovan. My best friend, Jazmine, was our closest confidante, the one I' d held through detox. Then I found the hidden folder on his server. A revised partnership agreement transferred my entire life's work-my recipes, my concepts, all future profits-to Jazmine. My name was erased. But the betrayal was far more sinister. I found their emails and audio recordings. Jazmine was infertile, and I was their "incubator," a surrogate they planned to discard. They had a plan to declare me mentally unstable after the birth, take my baby, and even discussed arranging a "tragic accident" to get me out of the picture for good. My husband and my best friend didn't just want my career; they wanted my child and my life. So I gave them a death. I burned my old life to the ground and disappeared, faking my own funeral to save my baby.

Billionaire Modern Romance

My Mate Tried to Steal My Blood for His Throne

Chapter 1

You may also like