
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 2
Zaria's POV
His words settled over me like a dark cloud: I am all you have left now."
The room suddenly felt suffocating, the walls closing in on me. His grip on my waist was firm and his cedarwood and frost scent filled my nostrils -a reminder of the bond between us despite everything.
I searched his face for the guilt I had seen earlier, but it was gone. His eyes had darkened with lust, desperation and possession.
"Callum....." I whispered, my voice breaking.
I wanted to push him away. I wanted to hate him. But I didn't. Because the truth was, despite everything, despite the betrayal and agony tearing my heart apart, a part of me still wanted him. A part of me still believed this was truly necessary, if I wanted to survive and remain by his side.
He tilted his head forward and kissed me and this time I didn't resist. It was slow and lingering at first but the moment my lips parted, he became possessive. Like I was his and he would never let me go.
"You want this," he whispered, dipping his tongue inside my mouth and caressing the entire interior of my mouth. Then his hand found my ass, rubbing and slapping it through my panties and dress.
Despite myself, heat rose inside me. And I began moving my tongue against his.
"I hate you," I choked, but my body betrayed me. My hands were already tangled in his hair, and the kiss only got more intense.
By the time he terminated the kiss, I was already feeling warm inside.
"Then hate me while I make you mine." He stood up slowly, unbuttoning his shirt, while I lay on the bed, my mind spinning.
Was this survival or surrender? My parents' blood was still fresh , yet I was, tangled with the son of their killer.
If I did this, Callum could protect me from his father and when the time is right, I will strike and avenge my parents death. But could I really trust him?
"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. His lips trailed my neck, kissing and biting softly and his hands sliding beneath my dress, caressing my ass.
I should have.
But I didn't.
I needed to do this-for my survival. For my revenge.
Instead, I arched into his touch, burning and soothing at the same time.
His hands found the straps of my dress, undoing them with deliberate slowness.
"You're so beautiful, Zaria," he murmured, pulling the fabric above my head. Heat pooled up in my stomach as he reached for my brassier, he undid the clasp and pulled the strap over my shoulders, removing the cups from my full tits. He reached for the side of my panties and slide it down my thighs.
Then his lips were on my breast, his tongue flicking over the hardened nipple. I gasped, my nails digging into his arms.
"Ever sensitive," he groaned, biting and teasing my nipples.
My breath hitched as he took the other nipples in his hand, rolling and pinching it with his fingers. He then kneaded my breasts, holding as much flesh as he could.
Then his hand trailed down, parting my thighs apart. A slow, featherlight touch around my pussy, teasing, testing.
"Callum -"
"Relax, my little wolf," he murmured. "I'll be gentle." With that he pushed two fingers inside my wet, tight and throbbing sheath.
I trembled, overwhelmed, burning.
"You're soaked already," he murmured against my nipple in his mouth.
I whimpered to his fingers curling inside me.....just hitting the right spot. Yes, yes...there. He thrust his fingers in and then out, fucking me roughly, my thighs trembling from the thrill.
With shame and need tangling together, I moved my hips against his fingers which were barely enough, barely there.
"Tell me to stop and I will."
But I didn't.
Because I wanted this. I wanted him, even though I had convinced myself that it was for survival.
He gave my nipples one last long suck, before he removed his mouth. "Beg me to fuck you," he said. "Beg me to make you mine."
And just as if his words controlled my brain, the word slipped out before I could stop them. "Pleaseeeeeeee." My legs trembled as my arousal came rushing out of my pussy.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that." With that, he removed his fingers and dipped them in his mouth, tasting my arousal.
"Just as sweet as ever," he murmured, licking his fingers with his eyes closed, savouring my taste.
He reached for his belt, and quickly unbuckled it. His slide his trousers down, revealing his cock straining over his briefs. Then he slid down the fabric and threw them aside. His cock was upright, and hardened.
It was my first time, and the thought of something as huge buried inside me, made my heart raced.
Am I really doing this?
Was this really necessary?
Questions ran through my mind, but even though it wasn't. I had been too far too gone to stop now.
My parents' face flooded my mind. This is vile. I shouldn't do this-
Before I could push him off me, he pressed his cock against my entrance, and I lost my will to fight once more. Then he clasped my hands together, held it above my head and thrust inside me, slow, deep, stretching me apart.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," I let out a throaty cry as pain and pleasure exploded through me. I tried to free my hands but he didn't let me. I guess he was prepared for this.
"Breathe, Zaria," he murmured, kissing my temple, his body trembling against mine.
"You're too hard," I gasped.
"I'll make it better," he promised.
And he did. His movements slowed down but it didn't stop the pain. His hands left mine, gripping my thighs, holding me open, taking me apart.
"You're mine," he groaned, his movements turning rougher, more desperate.
The pain. The pleasure. They were building fast, sending thrill through me. It was so.....intense. "Callum-" I cried out, my body convulsing around him.
"I know, baby." His thumb found my clit, rubbing slow in tight circles. "I'm cuminggggg-"
He leaned closer to me, the moment his teeth sank into my neck, a fire erupted inside me. A rush of pain and pleasure flooded my veins. It was ancient. It was undeniable. My body and soul recognised him. I have been marked and our bond had been sealed.
"Arghhhhhhhh," I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders and I orgasmed.
He thrust deeper, deeper, deeper, groaning my name. "Zariaaaaaaaaaaa." Then he also spilled inside me, breathless."
He didn't come out immediately, he collapsed on me, and rested his head on my breasts.
"I will protect you, Zaria. I promise," he murmured, still catching his breath.
Believing in his promise, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face on his head.
A tear escaped my eyes, but I didn't regret it.
I loved him, and this was necessary-for now.
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8.3
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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.