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 5
Zaria's POV
Five years later
"I can't believe you're really leaving, huh?" A deep, raspy voice filled my ears as warm fingers trailed lazily behind me, cupping my breasts and fondling them roughly.
"Hmmmm," I moaned with my eyes closed but didn't turn around. I won't fall into his seduction games again. My thighs were already burning from him fucking me all night and I couldn't afford him taking me again.
Instead, I quickly picked my clothes that were scattered on the floor. I wore my bra and pants, then pulled on my dress. I turned to the man lying on the bed-a striking figure with sharp golden eyes and tousled dark hair. Rylan Draven, the Rogue Prince.
Five years ago, the Rogue king, Cassius Draven had saved me that night after Ashen left. He took me into his home, cared for me and adopted me as his daughter. I will be eternally grateful to him.
Daughter? The word was funny, because here I am, secretly sleeping with his son, my supposed brother.
Our relationship started on a platonic level. When I just came, my life was in disarray. Callum's rejection, my parents' death and most importantly the guilt of my stupid self fucking Callum the night the parents died, weighed down on me. I even attempted suicide once, but Rylan rescued me before the wolfbane started having effect. Since then, he had always been my by side, making sure I was never alone.
But on my twentieth birthday night, everything changed. He came to my room exactly when the time struck twelve to be the first person to wish me a happy birthday. That night, we succumb to our desires, and never stopped since then.
I don't love him. That was weak, and it doesn't exist in my world anymore. But I love the way he buried himself inside me.
I smirked, fastening the side zipper. "Jealous?"
Rylan got off the bed, his balls dangling between his legs as he walked towards his closet and pulled out a fresh set of underwear. "Not jealous, just disappointed. I was hoping to keep you locked up here a little longer. You had the best tits I've ever seen. I'm going to miss em."
I rolled my eyes, but a knowing smile tugged at my lips. Of course, I knew how much Rylan loved my big, plump breasts. He would always suck, knead them at any given opportunity. He couldn't get enough of them.
"You could always come around to check up on me." I stepped closer, brushing my lips against his, savoring the familiar taste of him before pulling apart. "That is, if father can handle you being away."
He smirked, slipping his arms around my waist to pull me closer, but I slipped away from his grasp, straightening my dress. "Go raise hell at that fancy academy of yours," he mused, watching me with a mixture of amusement and something else I couldn't quite place.
I turned to leave, throwing one last smirk over my shoulder. "Oh, I intend to." With that I stepped out and quietly moved through the corridors towards my room. This is how it has always been, we spend the night in eachother's room and leave at dawn before anyone sees.
Getting to my room, I sighed, already tired of the long journey ahead-I'Il be transferring to Nightbane Elite Academy and I needed to fucking get ready.
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The academy loomed ahead-grand, prestigious, and crawling with Werewolves who looked at me with disbelief as I struggled with my boxes looking for my dormitory. Here, no one has the idea who I really was. Good. I had left Zaria Blackthorne behind. Now, I was Celeste Draven, an enigma with a new face and a past erased.
On my twenty one birthday, I woke up with a different face from the one I had always known. I was scared when I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw that my brown eyes had changed to silver and even dark hair also changed to silver. Infact, my entire face changed, giving a different look. But Cassius calmed me down saying I had a rare bloodline, hence the altered look.
And I loved the change because it had made changing my name and getting into the academy earlier. And that I'm here I can't wait to destroy all those we have hurt me, used me and cast me aside. Everyone in the Nightbane Academy and Pack will feel what it's like to betray someone who has been broken.
Now, I'm all out to destroy. I have lost everything I hold dear: my identity, my body, my dignity, so I have nothing to lose anymore. I'm already down, so I'd bring them down with me.
I heaved a sigh of relief when I found the dormitory. "Room 23," I muttered, dragging my box inside the building.
Inside, the room was neat and well decorated. There were four bed spaces and I met three other ladies inside which means I had the last space.
My new roommates, introduced themselves. Lila was beautiful with a curvy body. Kira wasn't that beautiful but she had a likeable spirit from the way she helped me with my box when she found me at the door earlier. Ava was beautiful and petite framed.
Lila grinned, flopping onto her bed. "So, Celeste, why transfer in your third year? You have just two years until graduation. It's seems ....unnecessary."
I smirked, sitting on my bed. "I have always wanted to come here, but you know how difficult it was to get in. So when I heard it was earlier to transfer, I took my chance."
She nodded, seemingly satisfied.
Kira handed me a bottle of water, which I took with a grateful smile. "But....you really need to be careful, Celeste. This school isn't always welcoming to transfer students. The elites think we don't belong here."
Oh, I know.
I had heard of the bullying of transfer and low ranked student and it was one of the reasons why Cassius wouldn't let me come until I was older. He believed I would lost myself in the demons lurking around in the academy. But he had no idea, I already become a demon myself.
I nodded, but before I could respond, Ava shrieked with happiness, staring into her phone. "Okay, ladies, we have the biggest event of the year coming up-Aria's birthday party tonight. And we have to go!"
Lila rolled her eyes but grinned. "The Queen of Highlights is throwing another spectacle, huh?"
My breath hitched for a second before I forced my expression to remain neutral. I had never expected things to move so fast. It seems the Moon Goddess is truly by my side. Aria. My former best friend. Callum's Mate. The woman who had watched and helped as he destroyed me.
I'm so loving this.
"Celeste, would you like to come along?" Kira's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I didn't hesitate.
"Sure," I said smoothly, my lips curving into a smirk. "Sounds fun. I'm in."
Queen of highlights, huh? Let's see for how long she would be able to keep up with that title.
Because I'm back.
The one and only true Queen.
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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.