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 7
Beneath his hood, Darren's deep crimson eyes flashed coldly. Yggdrasil had bound him to a domina, yet she turned out to be nothing more than a foul-tempered, lazy female?
Had Yggdrasil overlooked the fact that he, being the original vampire, held nothing but contempt for those who depended on status to act freely without possessing any real ability to justify it?
Justine spoke at that moment. "Vornia Academy recently revised its admission rules. Now, any candidate who clears the evaluation can enroll in the school. It's an advantage granted exclusively to females."
Darren glanced at her, his face unreadable. "If Lillian is truly F-level like you said, there's no way she'll make it through the evaluation."
He had no desire to let it be known that he had been assigned to a female who was so incompetent. A matter like that would damage his reputation and give those royal werewolves reasons to ridicule him.
Justine gave a slight smile, thinking there was little cause for concern. From what she could tell, most people already shared her dislike for Lillian. Even so, to avoid any risk, she decided she would thwart Lillian's plans before they had a chance to take shape.
After leaving Darren, she reached out to Eisen Gomez, the president of the student council at Vornia Academy, and laid out the situation for him.
Eisen, who had long been fond of Justine and also served as one of the admissions evaluators, readily agreed that if Lillian's application came before him, he would make sure it was rejected.
Meanwhile, Lillian had pulled Samuel along as they rushed past two streets before finally stopping, both out of breath. "You really shouldn't have done that," she said.
Samuel muttered in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Lillian looked at him, his head slightly lowered, clearly upset yet still convinced he had done nothing wrong. The sight made her laugh.
She gave his firm shoulder a light punch and said, "Why are you apologizing? I never said hitting them was wrong."
Samuel blinked in confusion.
Taking his hand, Lillian continued, "They had it coming. But you can't attack them so openly. You're still a slave, and laying hands on a citizen could get you arrested and punished. I don't want to lose you."
So she had wanted to stop him only because she didn't want to lose him?
A faint smile tugged at Samuel's lips. "I get it. I won't be so reckless next time."
Lillian's eyes were bright with playful warmth. "To thank you for sticking up for me, I'll make a delicious meal for you tonight. Come on, let's head home."
As they neared the residential block, Lillian noticed several well-dressed men standing outside her door. Even from a distance, their sharp suits made them stand out.
"Who are you, and why are you at my door?" she asked as she approached them.
Lucas turned at the sound of her voice. He checked the details on his communicator, then looked back at her with clear uncertainty. "Are you... Miss Lillian Clark?"
Lillian gave a small nod. "I am."
Lucas couldn't hide his surprise. She was a lot more beautiful in person.
He quickly composed himself and offered a courteous smile. "I work for Prince Nikolas Dixon. Please wait here for a moment; he would like to see you."
Before Lillian could reply, a sleek, high-end aircraft descended from above. A man stepped out, appearing to be in his early twenties. His long, deep blue hair caught the fading sunlight, reflecting hints of silver, and his overall presence exuded refinement and authority.
With a polite gesture, Lucas introduced, "This is Mr. Nikolas Dixon, son of Leviathan from Planet B32, your fated mate."
As Nikolas walked closer, Samuel instinctively moved forward, placing himself between Lillian and the approaching figure.
Their eyes locked. In that brief moment, Samuel caught the indifference and unmistakable contempt in Nikolas's eyes. Despite their bond, there was no trace of warmth or respect in his look toward Lillian.
"A slave?" Nikolas scoffed, scowling in distaste. "Step aside."
Samuel didn't move, standing his ground despite the pressure that came with Nikolas' elevated status.
Lillian peered out from behind Samuel. Though Nikolas intimidated her, she was displeased. "Show some respect. He's my friend."
Nikolas' expression hardened further. This female was treating a slave as an equal?
Sensing the tension, Lucas stepped in smoothly, saying, "Miss Clark, His Highness means no offense. He simply hopes to speak with you. Perhaps we can continue this conversation inside?"
Looking into Nikolas' distant, unwelcoming eyes, Lillian already understood why he had come here.
After all, how could a prince like him possibly accept being bonded to a female labeled as "worthless" like her?
Lillian unlocked the door and stepped inside, tugging Samuel along. Passing him the groceries in her hands, she said, "Samuel, can you take care of these ingredients? I'll deal with this myself."
Samuel's lips tightened slightly. "If anything goes wrong, call my name. I'll protect you."
Lillian smiled at him reassuringly, then went to prepare a pot of coffee, setting it down on the table. Taking a seat across from Nikolas, she didn't bother with pleasantries. "You're here to end the bond, right?"
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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.