My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die
In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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"Yes please." She begs.
"Then fucking let me in." I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
"Here that baby, that's the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me."
"Lazarus." She moans painfully, "Please let me come."
I'm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I'm definitely hurting her, "Wanna come?" I rasped, "Not until I say so."
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
"Fuck yes." I smile sadistically, licking her tears. "Cry for me Ma Cherie."
"Please, please let me come My King." She pleads.
"Say it again." Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, "My King, please let me come. I'll be good."
I chuckled, "Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you."
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Chapter 2
Bellatrix Sinclair
I quickly changed my clothes and was about to enter the weapons testing department, but Nathan stopped me.
Nathan is the Beta for the Eclipse Pack and head of Weapon X Manufacturing Company. While he acknowledges my extraordinary skills, he remains firm on the belief that humans are inferior to werewolves.
He closes the distance between us, tracing his fingertips along my arm towards my bicep. I'm not oblivious to the desire flashing in his gaze, he has tried on multiple occasions with his advances. I shrug them off, however I couldn't control my reactions.
My muscles lock instantly, fear slithering down my spine and rattling my bones. "You're so beautiful for a human." His condescending voice steeped in desire that only made my stomach curl in revulsion.
Attempting to focus on my task, my throat clogged by panic as I tremble. "Ah, you're shivering at my touch." He taunts, honey trickling from his tongue, "You always like when I touch you, don't think I don't notice the goosebumps."
That's goosebumps of terror creeping down my throat, you asshole.
He captures my jaw and makes me look at him, trepidation pumps like poison in my veins. "I can hear the delicious beats of your heart, craving me." He muses, seductively.
His thumb traces my bottom lip, orbs glowing lustfully. "Become my lover, Trix. I'll treat you so well, better than my kind does to other humans."
"I-I still have to go through the genetic screening." I stutter in defence, "You know I can't evade that, it's compulsory."
He grabs my bicep, squeezing until I knew it would bruise as he drew me closer despite my efforts to push him off. I can't reject him openly; it will be considered an act of rebellion against the wolves and I'll be sentenced to death.
"Come on," he coaxed, "I'm saving you from going through all that trouble and getting a wolf who will only abuse you or worse – kill you. Don't you want that?" his voice sickeningly sweet.
Shaking my head, "I can't do that, you know that every female must go through the screening. It will be considered an act of disobedience."
Genetic screening was mandated by the Wolf King - all unmated female wolves or human women had to go through it, because from what I heard, the Wolf King still hadn't found his mate.
I prayed that unlucky soul wouldn't be me.
Mustering all my strength to yank my arm out of his grasp, Nathan is stronger and there is no way of overpowering him. Hauling me closer until I'm moulded against him, "Please." I whisper, brokenly.
After a couple seconds, his foreboding aura punctures my heart in terror at what might happen. His menacing voice thunders in my ears as he vows, "Mark my words Bellatrix, you will be mine. After the test, I'm claiming you."
Nathan lets go of me and I bolt.I broke free from Nathan and ran, making my way to the weapons testing department. Holding back vomit, I wiped away Nathan's marks on me and focused my gaze on the weapons.
The Glock kickbacks, gunpowder mixed with metallic notes of silver perfume the air as I marvel the target practice sheet, my aim was precise with all bullets piercing the centre perfectly. My shoulder was stiff, but my body relaxed from the tension knotting my muscles.
I've been developing the pistol to fire a combination of two elements instead of one, so far it has been successfully in silver and gunpowder but that was simply the first step. Considering how horrible this day has been, my only solace is found behind a gun.
Despite Nathan's earlier advances, I owed him my gratitude. Growing up in an orphanage didn't leave me with any options aside from dying in my district, you had zero chances of survival, but I was determined to provide – for the sake of my twin sister and my future.
Nathan found me, taking interest in my knowledge of weapons and seeing it as an opportunity and vital to his kind. However, I wouldn't have gotten the position in the company if it wasn't for him, he has been concealing my identify as a human since I got the job a year ago.
But his behavior today made me realize that I had to accelerate my plans, or else I would definitely be forced to become his sex slave.
After finishing the day's work, when I returned home, Bonnie immediately presented me with a birthday cake.
"Happy Belated birthday." She rejoiced, almost piercing my eardrum.
I chuckle, "Happy Belated birthday to you too."
"So." she drawls, "Did you get paid yet?"
I take a deep breath, squashing this uncomfortable sadness that bubbles to the surface. "Yes, and I paid your rent and gave you an allowance."
"About that," She laughs, her voice animated, "I spent it."
My eyes widen, "What? you just got it yesterday."
She clicks her tongue, "I had to get this beautiful dress, you must see it, Trixie. It's stunning, they will fucking fall inlove with me at the screening." She declares confidently.
I couldn't help the sliver of disappoint crawling up my throat, threatening to vomit my truth to her. We were twins, but we couldn't be more different. I despised werewolves, the passion for my hatred burned as brightly as the sun.
However Bonnie was the opposite, she never openly expressed that she admired them, but her actions have spoken louder than her words.
Therefore, it comes as no surprise when she asks, "I need something, you don't even have to give me an allowance, I can survive this month but please."
"I need the latest edition of the Swan Lake necklace, it's such a captivating piece that I will be outstanding at the genetic screening, they won't be able to resist me." She proclaims fiercely.
She wants to be favoured by the werewolves, she's putting in all this effort for them and it infuriated me. This wasn't the first time she asked me for an expensive piece of jewellery, rather she had an affinity for shiny things and couldn't resist herself the extravagance.
"Bon, that's out of my budget right now." I stressed solemnly.
Sometimes I didn't mind splurging on her, however as the years have passed, I wondered if Bonnie would ever become independent. She never had a job, and I take care of her expenses regardless. She seems reluctant to work, she wants to become a shiny object for their satisfaction, and I just wish that for once – she would be independent and know the struggles I experience to keep her life as stable as possible.
"If you got a job, then I'm sure with the allowance I give you combined with your own, you will be able to afford it." I appease in a gentle voice.
She scoffed, appalled at the suggestion. "Trixie, the screening is next week. I don't have time to get a job, if I do then I'll only get my salary at the end of the month and by then it will be too late."
"i-"
"You are all that I have," Bonnie states, "Our parents abandoned us, we lived in that shithole of an orphanage and now you want to do the same to me. Are you really going to leave me alone now that you are in the academy, you have a better life, and you are just going to leave me like they did. Mother died; father disappeared but we both know he's dead. Are you really going to abandon your twin sister, your own blood?" her voice bitter with rejection.
"I wouldn't do that to you ever, you know that." I choke out, my throat clogged by the guilt.
"Well, you certainly don't act like it. You act like my existence doesn't matter, our own parents left and now you are leaving."
"Okay." I fumble quickly, exhaling a harsh breath. "I'll get you the necklace."
"Thank you." She exclaims in a high-pitched voice, "make sure to send it before the genetic screening, I want to look drop dead gorgeous."
"Don't worry. I love –"
"I'm sorry, sister, I have to go. Goodbye." She quickly gave me the cake and then left our wooden hut.
I didn't know where she was going so late? She knew about the curfew, but I was too tired. I collapsed onto the bed.
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8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
7.4
Forced into an unwanted marriage, quiet schoolteacher Delina Brooks is bound to Andrew Kingsley.He is a ruthless billionaire musician, cold and arrogant, and he hates Delina from the moment they wed.
But Andrew's world is not just his own. His glamorous ex-girlfriend, Camilla Laurent, and his manipulative sister, Veronica, are determined to destroy Delina-and reclaim Andrew for themselves. Surrounded by lies, secrets, and relentless enemies, Delina must fight for her dignity, her family, and her future.
As fate twists and turns, one question remains: Will the woman he despised become the only one he can't live without?
9.7
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for.
Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive.
Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself.
But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate.
With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."
8.5
To the Dark Moon Pack, I wasn't just invisible; I was a stain. Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a shameful secret while he paraded his mistress, Karina, in red silk.
The night of the Charity Auction, Dean bought my late mother's moonstone pendant—the only thing I had left of her—for a hundred thousand dollars.
I begged him for it. Instead, he clasped it around Karina's ankle.
With a cruel laugh, Karina stomped her stiletto heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. Dean just watched, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
"It was just a cheap rock," he said. "I'll buy you diamonds."
But the cruelty didn't stop at emotional torture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me as live bait to distract them from Karina.
He threw me into the Blood Pit, a gladiator arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while he sat in the VIP box with Karina on his lap.
"She won't last three minutes," I heard him say through our dying bond.
He watched with bored detachment as I was ripped apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his name. He saved the mistress and drowned the mate.
I died on that arena floor. Or so he thought.
Years later, the mysterious and world-renowned artist "H.Y." returned to New York for a gallery opening.
When Dean saw me on stage, he rushed forward, tears streaming down his face, trying to claim the wife he had mourned.
"Hayley," he choked out, reaching for me. "You're alive. You're mine."
I didn't cry. I didn't run.
I unleashed a shockwave of ancient White Wolf energy that blasted him across the room, shattering the glass displays.
"I don't take orders from dogs anymore," I said, looking down at him.
"I, Hayley York, hereby reject you."
7.1
I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage.
She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose.
Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me.
So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell.
Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more.
I thought graduation meant freedom from him.
I was wrong.
Now he's my stepbrother.
He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me.
But hate isn't clean anymore.
It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more.
He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue.
I call him every name I can think of under my breath.
How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?
7.3
I was never supposed to step into his world.
I was just a daughter trying to survive the wreckage of a father's mistakes. A quiet girl living a small, careful life-until one night shattered everything I thought I knew about fear, power, and possession.
They say the mafia doesn't forgive.
They say debts are paid in blood.
They never warned me that sometimes, the price is a woman.
Luciano De Luca.
The name alone makes men lower their voices and avert their eyes. A king without a crown. A devil in a tailored suit. He rules the underworld with calculated brutality, commanding loyalty through fear and obedience through bloodshed. To him, mercy is a weakness-and love is a lie told by foolish men before they die.
Luciano is not a man you reason with. He is power, violence, and control wrapped in a deadly calm. A mafia king who destroys without mercy and takes without permission.
When my father fails to pay his debt, Luciano takes me instead.
I become his collateral.
His punishment.
His possession.
Trapped in his world of blood and secrets, I am nothing more than a reminder of betrayal-kept under his watch, bound by his rules, and stripped of every illusion of freedom. Luciano made it clear from the start: I am not his guest. I am not his lover. I am not free. I am his possession. He watches me like a predator studying prey-cold, assessing, waiting for me to break. He expects fear to reduce me to nothing. He expects me to beg. To submit.
But I don't.
And that defiance ignites something far more dangerous than hatred in him.
But somewhere between the locked doors and the whispered threats, I realize something dangerous: the man who owns me is far more broken than he wants the world to know.
Luciano De Luca is ruthless-but he is not heartless. He is controlling-but barely. And every time I challenge him, every time I look him in the eyes without flinching, something dark and volatile stirs beneath his calm exterior.
Luciano doesn't love. He claims. He controls. He owns.
Yet the more he tries to crush my spirit, the more obsessed he becomes. His protection turns violent. His control turns suffocating. His eyes follow me like a promise and a threat all at once.
He says I am his weakness.
His mistake.
His curse.
Yet when enemies circle too close, it is Luciano who shields me with his body. When danger threatens, it is his voice that growls warnings, his hands that tighten possessively, his presence that promises violence to anyone who dares touch what is his.
Because once a mafia king decides you belong to him...
escape is no longer an option.
I am trapped in a golden cage built from power, luxury, and danger-but the greatest threat isn't the guns, the blood, or the men who would kill for him.
It's the way Luciano looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching.
The way his control fractures when I'm hurt.
The way his name feels dangerous on my lips.
Because loving a mafia king is not a fairy tale.
It's a war.
A war between survival and desire.
Between freedom and obsession.
Between the girl I used to be and the woman his darkness is shaping me into.
The deeper I fall into his world, the more I uncover secrets buried beneath his cruelty-betrayals that made him this way, scars that never healed, enemies that would destroy us both if given the chance. And as the line between captor and protector blurs, I'm forced to face a devastating truth:
The man who owns my body may soon own my heart.
But loving Luciano De Luca comes at a cost.
Because in his world, love is a liability.
And the moment he chooses me...
is the moment he paints a target on my back.
Will I escape the man who claims to own me?
Or will I surrender to the darkness that refuses to let me go?
In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, one innocent woman will discover that the most dangerous thing of all...
is being loved by a ruthless mafia king.