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 8
Nikolas' eyes moved subtly, a faint flicker passing across them. "You are pretty smart."
Lucas cast a quick look around Lillian's residence and sighed inwardly.
Even with societal policies that favored females, this place stood out as the most modest he had ever seen. It was in stark contrast to Justine's house, which sat surrounded by elaborate gardens.
Worried that Lillian might decline outright, Lucas quickly said to her, "You can state any conditions you want as compensation."
Lillian, however, responded without any sign of hesitation, "I'll submit a request to end my bond with him. I am not worthy of your Prince, nor am I suited to become the Princess of his realm."
More than that, her first impression of Nikolas had not been favorable. His eyes were cold and judgmental, as if no one around him could ever meet his standards. There was also something dangerous about him.
She figured that insisting on remaining tied to him against his will, without any ability to soothe him, would only lead to trouble for her, or possibly even her death. Ending the bond on good terms and receiving benefits in return was clearly the more reasonable option.
Nikolas lifted his eyes slightly, clearly surprised by how quickly and firmly she accepted the proposal.
He asked directly, "What do you want as compensation?"
"I can ask for anything I want?" Lillian asked.
"Power, reputation, money, treasures—whatever it is, I can provide it." A faint, mocking curve appeared on Nikolas' lips. He had already assumed this seemingly lazy and unambitious female would use the opportunity to demand excessive rewards.
Lillian considered the matter briefly before answering, "I want Samuel to be freed of his status as a slave."
Wealth was something she was certainly lacking, but what mattered more to her was having someone capable of helping her become stronger.
She needed Samuel's assistance to go deeper into the Aberrant Thicket, take on stronger aberrant beasts, and collect higher-tier medicinal herbs.
If Samuel remained a slave, he would not be able to move freely through the city, much less accompany her on hunting expeditions. Worse still, he would remain exposed to mistreatment from people. And based on what she had observed of his temperament, his overwhelming strength made it likely he could unintentionally kill someone if he retaliated in anger. If that were to happen, it would ruin her plan completely.
After weighing everything carefully, she settled on her request.
However, both Samuel and Nikolas interpreted it differently.
Samuel was so startled that he lost his grip on the plate he was holding. The sound of it falling and crashing echoed and immediately drew Lillian's attention. She turned to him and asked, "Are you alright?"
"Sorry... I didn't hold it properly," Samuel said as he stepped out of the kitchen to apologize, his expression carrying lingering shock as he had not yet fully processed what Lillian had just said.
"Did you get hurt?" Lillian asked as she rose to her feet, concern evident in her voice.
Samuel quickly shook his head, and his eyes lingered on her with a complicated look. "No, I didn't."
"Alright, just be careful. You only need to prepare the ingredients; I'll take care of the cooking after that," Lillian replied with a small nod.
She then moved her attention back to Nikolas. "Even though I'm agreeing to end the bond, I've just severed my bonds with two males. Under the regulations, there's a mandatory three-month cooling-off period before a second dissolution can be finalized. During this time, I'll have to ask you to tolerate the inconvenience."
According to the laws established by Yggdrasil, once a bond was formed, the male was obligated to stay with the female and assist with her daily needs until she formally declared emotional incompatibility and initiated a dissolution request. Only after that declaration could the male be permitted to leave the female.
If those rules were broken, Yggdrasil would enforce penalties. Even if Nikolas didn't want to wait, he didn't have any other choice.
Nikolas tilted his body forward slightly, as if attempting to gauge her true intentions. "With an opportunity like this, all you're asking for is to free an S-level slave? Your spiritual power is only F-level. You don't even have the ability to soothe him. Once he's freed, he'll become a registered citizen of Azure Planet. If a more capable female takes an interest in him and invites him to be hers, he would end up becoming her male."
Lillian's expression stayed steady and unreadable, her tone calm. "I didn't think that far ahead when I saved him. If he eventually chooses to leave me in search of his own happiness, then I suppose I'll have still done something good."
Standing in the kitchen doorway, Samuel felt his heartbeat race.
He lowered his head, struggling to believe that someone could genuinely be this kind, willing to go to such lengths for his sake.
Nikolas held Lillian's eyes for a long moment. Even under the weight of his presence, she didn't flinch. Something like amusement flickered across his expression, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. "You speak as though you're some kind of selfless saint. But if your character is truly that impressive, then why are you still stuck at F-level? Why is your standing so far beneath your sister's?"
"I don't know," Lillian answered simply, though she immediately caught the connection between Nikolas and Justine. That only made her dislike toward him grow stronger.
Still, she kept her expression neutral as she added, "As long as we keep our distance and don't interfere with each other's lives, things will be fine. And if you need someone to soothe you, you can always turn to Justine for help."
Lucas, who had been silently observing the exchange, was completely stunned.
He had stayed by Nikolas' side since birth and had witnessed countless females trying every possible method to get Nikolas' attention, pretending to stumble, dropping belongings on purpose, dressing in overly bold ways, and even confessing their feelings openly at the palace gates.
But this was the first time he had ever seen a female actively push Nikolas away, and toward another woman.
"Miss Clark." Lucas finally spoke up, unable to hold back. "Are you completely certain about this? Our prince is the son of Leviathan, the ruler of B32 Planet. There are countless women across the universe who would do anything to become his partner!"
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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.