One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts
Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser.
Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy.
The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them.
The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself.
The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian.
Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again.
The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.
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Chapter 6
"No, he's my friend." Lillian gave a faint smile. "Why are there so many people outside today?"
"Vornia Academy is hosting the Bloom Festival," Declan said. "Have you ever thought about enrolling there? Their lead medical professor is a vampire who has been studying medicine since he was human. He's got over a thousand years of experience. You might even discover ways to enhance your spiritual power there."
Samuel caught a brief flicker of something dark in Lillian's eyes before she replied, "I don't have the time for school, and the tuition is too high."
Vornia Academy was known as the best school on Azure Planet, offering top-tier resources reserved exclusively for females. But getting in wasn't just about meeting academic requirements; it also demanded extensive knowledge and significant financial backing.
Justine was currently studying there, already in her second year, receiving a premium level of education.
Lillian, on the other hand, had always been labeled a failure by her family. She was barely managing to survive on her own, let alone pursue her studies. Even though she had four million stellar coins along with some savings, they still weren't enough to pay the tuition.
"Didn't you see the announcement? They revised their policy this year. If you're outstanding enough, you can qualify for a grant and attend without paying," Declan said, passing Lillian a registration form. "Today's the deadline. Do you want to give it a try? I can help you submit your application."
Lillian paused for a moment, a spark of excitement flashing across her eyes. "Yes, I've been so caught up hunting aberrant beasts that I completely missed this!"
Just as she started filling out the form, a familiar, mocking voice came from behind her.
It was Waylon. Having overheard her intention to apply to Vornia Academy, he couldn't resist mocking her, saying, "Lillian, you should be more realistic about your goals."
Samuel noticed Lillian's expression darken slightly and immediately turned toward the two men nearby, his guard up.
Standing next to Waylon, Jaycob, who was holding a bouquet meant for Justine, looked at Samuel and said, "Man, don't you know your female only has an F-level spiritual power? She's basically useless! She can't even soothe a sparrow, yet she thinks she can get into Vornia Academy. She must be dreaming."
By now, Lillian had learned to let their scornful words pass over her like wind. She stayed focused on filling out the form, ignoring them completely and missing the growing coldness in Samuel's eyes.
Waylon looked Samuel up and down, his eyes settling on the gray wolf ears that refused to retract. He smirked at Lillian.
"So this is the werewolf you ended up with? He can't even hide his ears. Must be some low-grade stray from Rogue Planet. Just look at him. Pathetic. I bet he can't even afford basic nutri-fluid. With such a useless female by his side, I'm sure he'll starve to death soon."
Samuel's ears flattened abruptly, not because of the insults thrown at him but because he saw Lillian's hand pause mid-writing.
It lasted only a second, but it told him everything about the kind of hurt this seemingly gentle, angel-like female had gone through in the past.
"Let's leave," Lillian said to Samuel. She set the pen down, folded the registration form, and slipped it into her bag, her voice steady as though none of it had affected her. "I have the form now. I'll complete it later."
She turned and started to walk away.
Samuel reached out and lightly took her hand, his voice low as he said, "I won't stand by and let anyone treat you like that."
Waylon moved quickly, stepping in front of them to block their path. "Lillian, I'm telling you, a failure like you should stay at home instead of coming out here to embarrass Justine—"
He didn't get the chance to finish his words.
Samuel's fist slammed into his face with a heavy thud.
It happened so quickly that even Lillian didn't have time to react before Waylon was sent flying, his body crashing hard into two trash cans by the roadside.
"Samuel!" Lillian cried out, stunned.
Jaycob froze for a brief second, then immediately assumed a fighting stance and charged at Samuel.
Samuel didn't even bother to look at him.
He simply flicked his hand, and Jaycob was pushed away, his body tracing a clean arc through the air before landing hard in the middle of the street.
Jaycob and Waylon were both A-level males, yet they couldn't withstand even a single move from Samuel!
Lillian stood there in shock.
There was no doubt about it; Samuel had to be an S-level male.
Not far away, Justine stood with a composed smile, speaking gracefully with Darren. Suddenly, Jaycob dropped from above and hit the ground right in front of her, sending dust flying into the air.
Dirt splashed onto Justine's dress. Jaycob looked up at her, his face twisted in pain, and called her name weakly.
The smile on Justine's face froze.
People passing by began to slow down, turning their attention to the scene and whispering among themselves.
Justine drew a steady breath, forcing down her irritation, and asked in a soft tone, "What happened?"
Jaycob struggled to his feet, wincing. "Lillian's male attacked Waylon and me."
Justine's expression changed at once.
She had always taken pride in standing above Lillian, gaining admiration by keeping her suppressed. Yet now, the two males she had deliberately taken from Lillian, both A-level, had been injured by Lillian's new male?
Could it be that Lillian had somehow bonded with an S-level male?
As Justine looked up, searching for Lillian, she found that Lillian had already left with Samuel.
Waylon, still burning with humiliation, walked over and said, "Lillian was talking about enrolling in Vornia Academy earlier. I just told her to be realistic, and her male immediately attacked us."
Justine instinctively glanced at Darren and noticed that his attention was fixed in the direction Lillian had gone.
Her chest tightened. Quickly, she dismissed Waylon and Jaycob, then turned back to Darren. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn't handle my family matters well."
"Lillian is your sister?" Darren asked.
Justine gave a small nod, putting on a helpless expression. "She only has an F-level spiritual power, is quite lazy, and has never made any effort to improve. On top of that, she has a terrible temper and often mistreats the males bonded to her. Waylon and Jaycob are ones I took in after rescuing them from Lillian's side."
Some nearby students overheard her words and quickly said, "We've heard about Justine's sister, Mr. Lloyd. Her reputation is awful; she's always bullying Justine. If someone like her were admitted, it would bring shame to Vornia Academy."
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9.5
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern.
I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for.
The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me.
The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world.
So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.
7.2
For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess.
Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world.
Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna.
Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee.
Immediately after, my mother called to gloat.
"Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?"
She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue.
I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die.
But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom.
I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent.
If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one.
8.3
Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis.
That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die.
Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker.
After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners.
And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street.
She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared.
Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.
8.4
Warning: Matured readers only.
This book contains violence, explicit content, taboo affair, forbidden relationship and BDSM.
It is intended for adults; 18 and above.
"This is...wrong, you are my twin sister's mates." I stammered breathlessly, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as my body convulsed with the arrival of my fifth orgasm.
*****
Betrayed by my mate and enduring a heartwrenching rejection, my world crumbled the day I was sold off to a vegetable Alpha to become a breeder.
But things took a swift dark turn as the vegetable turned out to be not one, not two, but three savage, sinful, dominant forces.
The rules were simple; No strings attached. Avoid eye contact. Speak only when spoken to. Produce the next heir.
Disobedience meant swift death.
Once all these were in place, hopefully, my freedom or death would be granted.
Sticking to the rules was easy, until the rhapsody of an unforgettable night in the red room.
A deadly mistake that blurred the line between loyalty and family.
They were forbidden fruits, my twin sister's mates.
But I couldn't get enough of their hungry tongues claiming my filthy mouth, their wandering hands ravaging my body, bending me in ungodly positions. Deliciously sinful.
Once a naive virgin, now, a perfect good girl for their ruin.
Like a magnet, their sinful voices pulled me to them dangerously, conquering my morals.
When their voices go, "Spread your thighs for us, little dove." I responded with total submission to my masters.
What was supposed to be a one-time mistake turned into a deadly secret obsession.
But secrets don't stay buried forever...especially the ones laced with a curse...and my masters were hiding more than just their dark pasts.
One deadly truth was capable of tearing us apart.
9.5
For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family.
But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline.
Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends.
"Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash."
She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain.
Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse.
When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street.
At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off.
She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily?
But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed.
"Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone."
Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name.
8.1
On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes.
She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia."
Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours.
He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity.
But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture."
I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her.
And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm.
Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite.
He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet.
He is wrong.
I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door.
And I changed the groom.
As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears.
The Reaper.