Seducing And Playing My Alphas
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.
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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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8.3
EDEN
8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
9.6
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
****
There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
8.4
Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box.
She was rescued from the rain by Devin Ayers, a ruthless billionaire, and rushed to a private hospital, but a deadly threat was already waiting for her.
The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death.
"This will make it all go away," Desiree smiled gently, the needle glinting as it moved inches from Kenzie's arm.
Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer.
How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her.
Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind.
"Poison! She's trying to kill me!"
Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.
9.1
The heavy oak doors of the Crane estate splintered under the battering ram. Annetta was just putting her five-year-old daughter to sleep when the SWAT team stormed the nursery.
They told her that her husband, Major Alek Crane, was killed in action overseas. But instead of a hero's funeral, he was branded a national traitor, and the feds were seizing every penny of their wealth.
Lead investigator Issac Rocha dragged Alek's charred remains into the grand hall just to mock him. He stripped Annetta of her wedding band, confiscated her winter coat, and officially exiled her, her daughter, and her hostile mother-in-law to a freezing Appalachian death zone. In the federal holding cell, the extended family turned on Annetta, calling her a cheap commoner and leaving her to shiver on the concrete floor. They were dumped in an abandoned mining town with nothing but canvas jumpsuits to die in the snow.
Annetta knew Alek was framed in a ruthless political hit. Issac Rocha wanted them to rot in the mud and freeze to death, completely forgotten by the world.
"We are going to live, and we are going to burn Issac Rocha to the ground."
But Issac made one fatal mistake. He didn't know the quiet, submissive daughter-in-law had spent the last three years secretly building a military-grade doomsday bunker right in the heart of that very mountain. Stepping past the freezing mud, Annetta initiated the biometric scan, and the massive steel blast doors slowly swung open.
7.8
"I won't accept your rejection, Lorraine. You are the one I want."
"Then you are as mistaken as the Moon Goddess. I am not fit to be anybody's mate. I... I am a killer. It is what I do."
"I understand. You are a soldier. Which soldier has not killed to protect? I will never hold that against you."
"Wrong. I am a cold-blooded murderer. Being a soldier is just the perfect excuse."
***
Lorraine Spears has spent most of her life as a rogue, surviving by her wits and strength. When devastating war gave her a chance to join the coalition army, her fate became entwined with the alpha queen, Athena. Rising from a mere rogue to right-hand general and beta of the queen's pack, Lorraine lives for duty alone. Yet beneath her stoic exterior, the past haunts her.
Then the Moon Goddess plays her hand, mating Lorraine with the most infuriatingly arrogant alpha she has ever met. Determined to resist him, Lorraine refuses to let a fated mate distract her, while Logan refuses to let her go.
Just when she thinks she might have paid enough for her past sins, bloodcurdling vengeance returns, and everything she thought she knew about her family is revealed as a lie. Reeling from betrayals, unexpected new family, and an obsessed enemy on her heels, Lorraine must decide whether to trust a bond that threatens her clarity or embrace her predicted happily never-after.