Seducing And Playing My Alphas
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Five years ago, Zaria Blackthorne lost everything. Framed as a traitor's daughter, she watched her parents die, was betrayed by her fated mate, Callum Nightbane, and cast into prison-only to be saved by a monster who wanted to ruin her. That night, she should have died. But fate had other plans.
Now, she's back. No longer the naïve girl who once begged for mercy, she has been reborn as Celeste Draven, the temptress of Nightbane Academy. With a new identity, a rare bloodline that makes her irresistible, and a body forged for seduction, she is ready to dismantle the lives of those who betrayed her-one sinful encounter at a time.
But revenge comes at a cost.
Three powerful men are obsessed with her and they are a tool in her revenge games and then she realised the deeper she played, the harder it becomes to keep the men in control.
And what do you think will happen when the truth comes to light, and she discovered she was being played herself? Will she sacrifice her love for vengeance or allow her enemies to burn and claim the throne for herself?
Dive into this story of betrayal, revenge, reverse haram, and obsession, where no man actually owns Zaria Blackthorne.
Seducing And Playing My Alphas Chapter 1
Zaria's POV
"Beta Blackthorne and Lady Evelyn are considered traitors who betrayed this pack. They would be sentenced to death and their bloodline will forever be marked as traitors-reduced to the lowest of the lowest rank. Omega."
The words of Alpha Kael of the Nightbane replayed in my ears on a loop like a bad music as I knelt in the center of the Nightbane's Pack's great hall. My wrists were bound behind my back, my eyes blurring from the tears I had shed all day long. The scent of burning wood and my parents blood lingered in the air-thick and suffocating.
Treason.
My ever loyal parents have just been framed. I knew it. My parents' knew. In fact, everyone in the Pack knew this, but it doesn't matter anyways. It never did. The verdict has been passed and no one is going to save us.
My gaze shifted towards my father, the strongest warrior in the Pack and even across the kingdom. He stood before them, his face bloodied, battered and broken but his spirit wasn't-he was still as defiant as ever. My mother knelt beside him, silent, exhausted and her face- tear-streaked.
My gaze shifted to the one person that could at least try to stop this. The man I had trusted with my life, my heart, my future.
Callum Nightbane. My love. My mate. My Alpha-to-be.
He sat at the head of the council beside his father, Alpha Kael, dressed in a ceremonial black outfit, his silver eyes cold as he stared straight ahead. His jaw clenched, his expression unreadable like he wasn't aware of all that was happening around him.
Four months ago on my eighteenth birthday and coming of age ceremony, I had discovered that Callum was my mate. The revelation had left me stunned as I couldn't believe that Moon Goddess had paired me with such a perfect mate. But I couldn't deny the pull, his scent whenever he was close by and the undeniable feelings I had for him even before I discovered he was my mate. We were friends, but he was also the man, I dare not claim.
Callum was perfect. Too perfect. He was in his twenty-one years old but doesn't look like it. Tall, broad-shouldered with piercing silver eyes, and chiesled features that made it seems like an art in a gallery. And importantly, he was wise and kind, a man every powerful she-wolves in the pack and across desired for themselves.
We accepted the bond between us and since then, with the blessings of our parents, we've been seeing eachother.
"Please," I mind linked him. "Callum, say something. Do something. You know my family would never betray this pack. They are innocent."
But he didn't bulge.
My heart thundering in my chest, desperate, pleading. He'd sworn to protect me. He loved me-he told me that several times. He wasn't like his father, the unkind and ruthless Alpha who ruled this pack with an iron fist.
And yet, as the guards moved to drag my parents away, my mate remained silent.
I struggled against the rope that bound me. "No! Alpha please don't do this. Callum-"
My father turned to me, his expression still as calm as ever as they dragged him roughly to his feet. "Survive, Zaria."
My mother swallowed her sob, trying to stay calm. "Close your eyes, my love. Assume this is all a bad dream."
Close my eyes? Bad dream? How could I do that? How could I pretend this is a bad dream -when I would wake up the next morning, and my parents would be long gone?
"Alpha, please," I sobbed, desperation clawing at me as I crawl towards him. But his expression remained as cold as ever, looking at me like I was some insignificant animal. "My father would never-" Before I could say more words, a warrior struck me with something on my head.
My world tilted. My body grew weak from the forceful impact and I collapsed to the ground.
And the last thing I saw before darkness consumed me was Callum -sitting there, watching, doing nothing.
******
My eyes flustered open to the familiar coziness of my room, but that did nothing to ease the pain in my chest. The bed felt harder than I remembered.
I had lost my parents forever.
The scent of blood clung to me like a second skin. The memories of my parents still echoed in my head, hollow and distant, like a ghost I couldn't outrun.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered their last words: Survive, Zaria. Assume this is all a bad dream.
I should go look for my parents. I thought . Maybe, just maybe all these-is a bad dream like mother had said.
I wiped off my tears with the back of my hand. My body was still weak, but I tried to force myself up, and it was then that I noticed the strong arms around my waist, holding me in place.
I turned and saw him, lieing beside me, his once sharp silver eyes now dimmed. Callum. The same man who had stood by and watched.
"What....the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "Get out." I snapped, attempting to broke free from him, but he didn't bulge.
Instead, his fingers grazed my cheeks, gentle in a way that shattered me.
"I know you hate me." His voice was rough with something. Guilt? Pain?
Desperation.
"I do." A lie. My voice broke as I tried to push him away. "Don't touch me!' I thrashed against him, hating him, hating myself for still craving his warmth. I punched his chest, slapped his face -anything to make him feel what I was feeling.
He let me hit him. Didn't flinch.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, holding my head to his chest. And this time, I didn't fight him.
The room fell silent, only my cracked sobs echoed through. I didn't know for how long I cried but Callum touch was comforting. He didn't say anything, he just held me close while I bawled my eyes out in his arms.
After what seemed like a long while, I stopped crying and pulled away gently from him. I glanced up at him.
"I'm sorry, Zaria," he muttered. "I couldn't.... just go against father like that."
I nodded, believing him. Alpha Kael was powerful and ruthless, and no one dared stand against him-not even his own son. I hadn't expected him to go against his father, but I at least, wanted him to say something -anything-instead of just standing by.
"It's okay, Callum. You can leave now. I'd like to be alo-" before I could finish his lips brushed over mine, slow, lingering. Not a demand-an invitation.
I pushed him away. "Callum....what are you doing?"
His grip on my waist tightened. "Let me have you, Zaria. Let me help you forget your pain."
Forget?
Air left my throat as I glanced at him, stunned into silence. Was he stupid? His father killed my parents and he thought fucking me would make it better?
In our four months of dating, we've done literally everything-blow jobs, hand jobs, kissed and he has even given me a head, but we've never had sex.
We were saving that for our mating ceremony, which was to happen in the next two weeks but I doubted if that would happen again.
Now, he wanted to claim me like nothing had happened?
"I am all you have left now." His voice was raw, his grip possessive. "If you let me mark you, we can still be together. And I promise to protect you from my father."
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Seducing And Playing My Alphas of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.2
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
8.7
For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
7.4
Briony was devastated when her boyfriend proposed to her best friend in front of her. Not only was she betrayed, but she was also publicly humiliated.
Five years later, she became popular after writing her heartbreaking love story into a novel. Her ex-boyfriend was offended. When he condemned her, she swore she would have nothing to do with him anymore.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Briony accidentally hit a child with her car, who turned out to be the son of Alexander, her ex-boyfriend! As punishment, she was forced to be his nanny until his cast arm healed.
What would happen next? Could she endure the torture from the ex who secretly still wanted her?
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
