Sinful Contract with Alpha Callisto
After being rejected by her beta husband, who humiliated and rejected her Luna's position with his true mate right after taking over the pack, Cassandra knew she needed to come out of this marriage to save her dignity. For that, she chose to seek the help of the strongest alpha in return for training his female soldiers. She entered into a contract in return for help, but who would've known this contract with the most dangerous alpha would be the biggest sin of her life, questioning her morals? "When you are in my pack, you need to smell like one of ours," Alpha Callisto whispered before pushing her against the wall with his body pressing hard into her. "But Alpha, that wasn't the part of the deal!!" Cassandra squealed, her breathing heavy in nervousness. How could he think of doing something like this to a married woman? "Well, poor you, I forgot to mention I don't follow the rules," He said before biting into her neck, right beside her mark. Will Cassandra get back her pack with the help of this sinister alpha, utterly unaware that he was the same alpha she slept with all those years ago? Will the alpha help her, or would she just be tortured in his sinful ways because of the way she stole not only his virginity but his sense of smell, too?
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Chapter 5
Cassandra had only stepped into the Divine Bloodlust pack after driving for hours, so she didn't expect the alpha to ask her to spar and train first.
While she understood his intentions because that was exactly why she was here, the straightforwardness was a little hard for her to digest.
Then again, what could she expect from the beast of the werewolf world?
The weight of his cold and calculating gaze as it raked over her unsettled her as it lingered long enough to make her feel stripped beneath it.
“You're late,” His cold voice snapped her attention to his cold, hazel-amber eyes.
His expression was unyielding, but if he thought he could intimidate her easily, he was in the wrong. She wasn't here to let another alpha walk over her.
“I wasn't aware there was a time,” Cassandra said coolly, her chin lifted as she stared into his eyes, despite the dangerous vibes oozing from his body.
The man smirked.
He stepped forward, invading her personal space once again, making her heart skip a beat as he leaned.
Cassandra’s body froze. She wondered if he would do something obscene, but the man barely took the backpack from her shoulders and gave it to his beta.
“There's always a time when you are under me,” he said, looking at her intensely.
Cassandra's body stiffened. Was it just her, or did the phrasing indirectly indicate something she didn't want to say out loud?
She followed the man to the training grounds, observing his muscular back and ripped muscles.
The man hadn't smiled genuinely since they met her, nor did she expect him to. However, his words always held a tint of edginess and provocation that she couldn't pinpoint.
This reminded her…
“When handing your card to me, you said I would need it. What did that mean?” Cassandra asked.
She didn't know why, but after their meeting, she couldn't remove that thought from her head. The way he looked at her as if he knew, he was sure she would accept the offer.
“I have eyes, Miss Cassandra. I see things pretty well,” He said, looking at her from the corner of his eye.
Cassandra blushed in embarrassment. For some reason, it felt like he was mocking her for not seeing the deceit in her husband's actions.
It was normal to think so, too. Everything was happening before her, yet she let love and prejudice against her good and caring husband blind her.
Without another word, Alpha Joaquin walked to the centre of the training ground before barking an order.
“Circle,”
His voice was domineering, like that of a leader, and within seconds, seven trained she-wolves, a part of his internal security, circled them.
“Strip the extravagant clothing, Miss Cassandra. You are not here as a guest but a warrior,” The man said, and Cassandra nodded in understanding.
She took off her leather jacket.
“As strong as you are and are here to train my Gamma females, this session would also be a training for you. Your first lesson,–” Joaquin said, stepping outside the circle.
“Pain is the only truth, and I will teach you how to survive it,” he said before raising his hand and bringing it down to signal the start of the training.
What followed next was hours of gruelling sparring without any breaks. Cassandra’s legs trembled as every time she defeated the former groups of Gamma females, a new set of females would arrive to spar with her.
Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her vision blurred when a drop got into her eyes, earning her a hard blow in the abdomen that sent her a few metres away, her body falling to the ground as she barely suppressed her groans.
Joaquin watched her like a hawk watching its prey. His gaze was cold, yet unidentified emotions swirled in it, like a recognition, a call beyond expression.
Every time she stumbled, his body twitched, trying to catch her, help her, and fix the mess he had orchestrated, but he knew he shouldn’t.
After the seventh round, Cassandra’s body collapsed, her ribs aching terribly as her limbs trembled from the constant workout.
“Enough,” She groaned, chest heaving as she panted heavily.
Joaquin’s gaze softened for a split second before it hardened again.
“It’s not enough until I say it is.” He walked to her before crouching in front of her.
Cassandra raised her eyes, her gaze locking with his as she clenched her jaws, suppressing her urge to curse at him.
If she didn't know any better, she would've almost thought that he was punishing her for a sin that she didn't know.
“You are hurt,” Alpha Callisto said, touching the bluish mark on her shoulder.
‘No shit sherlock,’ Cassandra barely bit the snarky reply that was at the edge of the tongue while Kianna chuckled at her condition, making her anger worse.
Alpha Callisto’s touch lingered on her shoulder, a little too warm for someone who appeared so cold and calculative.
And then, his hand reached for the mark on her neck.
“You don't belong to him anymore,” his voice was barely above a whisper, enough to catch his attention.
He didn't specify who he was talking about. He didn't need to.
She knew he was talking about Caleb, the man who humiliated her, replaced her when she was at the epitome of her happiness, and discarded her and her dreams like she was nothing.
Cassandra was about to open her mouth and say she didn't need that bastard either when Joaquin interrupted her.
“You belong to yourself now. And if you want to survive in this world, for your dream, you'll have to become stronger than everyone who tried to break you,” He said before standing.
Cassandra understood the meaning behind his words.
She didn't aspire to throw Caleb away, only. Her dream was to rule the pack like a luna, which wouldn't be possible with her current abilities. After all, she won't have an Alpha by her side at that time anymore.
All her complaints about earlier dissolved into nothing, and she looked at the alpha in a new light.
His way of doing things was different, but it had a purpose.
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That evening, Cassandra's body ached like it was on fire. Her limbs felt overused, and she sat in the doctor's cabin, treating her wounds for quick recovery so she could spar the next day with the same ability.
Because of the wolf's absence, her healing had been lowered, and she had to rely on medicinal herbs to speed up the process.
Though her body was in pain, her heart had a sense of satisfaction. Despite the number of rounds, she hadn't broken, she hadn't begged for mercy.
Cassandra walked to the room allotted to her, which was strangely one of the two rooms on the third floor, and didn't waste time stripping.
She had been craving a bath from the moment she exited the training grounds.
She walked inside the bathroom, noticing the strange placement of the door right beside the bed, but that was the least of her concerns.
Standing under the warm stream of the water, she closed her eyes.
“In my pack, you smell like one of us or nothing at all.”
“You don't belong to him anymore.”
Alpha Callisto's deep voice echoed in her mind, and her cheeks turned red.
What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she thinking about that?
As she washed the dirt off her body, a gasp left her mouth when she suddenly felt an intense ache in her neck.
Her mark was hurting. And it only meant one thing.
Caleb was engaging in sexual activities with Harmony.
Tears welled in Cassandra's eyes, but before she could relent, a weird sound caught her attention.
It wasn't just any weird sound. It was the sound of the bathroom door opening from the other side, a door she had failed to notice.
She quickly grabbed the towel just in time to hide her private parts and walked behind the curtain of the shower, her pupils dilating when she saw Alpha Joaquin walking inside the bathroom.
She saw how his brows furrowed when he saw the water on the floor.
“These people can't do one thing right,” He grumbled under his breath and took off his shirt before taking off his pants.
However, just as his fingers hooked with the elastic of his shorts, he paused.
He lifted his head and sniffed the air.
“Ah,” a wince left Cassandra's mouth simultaneously, and Alpha Callisto's suspicion strengthened.
Without wasting a second, he walked to the shower area and removed the curtain that Cassandra held on to for dear life.
Due to the sudden jerk, her body fell forward, making her fall directly on Alpha Callisto, whose eyes widened as he lost his footing and fell on his butt, taking Cassandra with him.
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8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
7.5
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash.
Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive.
Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes.
"The Ruiz family sends their regards."
Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated.
My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends.
The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand.
Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her?
Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference.
I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel.
Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust.
Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in.
Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.
8.5
"You don't get to hurt me and then make me responsible for how guilty you feel about it."
"Friends don't stand next to you, learn everything about you, and then use it to get close to the one person they know matters."
Aria thought she knew two things for certain: she was going to graduate with her best friend, Iris, by her side, and she was in love with her boyfriend, Liam.
One kiss changed everything. But as the secrets of their "before" come to light, Aria realizes the betrayal didn't start at a party or in a moment of weakness. It started weeks ago, in the conversations she wasn't part of and the moments she wasn't invited to.
Now, Aria has to decide if she can find herself again in the wreckage of the people she trusted most-or if some bridges are meant to be burned
8.7
My new boss is gorgeous, arrogant, and filthy rich.
The only problem?
He doesn't know he's also the father of my baby.
Six years ago, I was supposed to get married.
But the night before the wedding, my groom-to-be showed me sides of himself I'd never seen before.
I might've died in that hotel room...
If Mikhail Novikov hadn't burst in to save me.
Handsome, strong, capable knight in shining armor-sign me up, right?
WRONG.
Because Mikhail wasn't just the hero I never knew I needed...
He was also way more dangerous than I ever could've known.
But for one night, I let myself do something I never should've done.
It was worth it-several times over, if you catch my drift.
In the morning, though, I did the reasonable
I RAN.
For six years, I keep running.
Until I walk into work one day, and find my new boss waiting in my office.
Guess who?
And guess what he does when finds out about our baby?
8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence.
I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.
8.0
My sister Rosalie always played the role of my gentle protector. On the night of my engagement, she insisted I take a secluded canyon road for my own safety.
In my past life, I didn't know it was a deadly trap. I fell for the staged ambush and the rival mobster, Julian, who took a fake bullet to "save" me.
Because of my blind trust, my entire Falcone bloodline was annihilated overnight. My father was beheaded, my brothers were gunned down, and my sweet little sister was left to die in a filthy alley. I was even brainwashed into betraying my new husband, Damien Moretti. I shot the only man who truly protected me right through the heart, just before Rosalie drowned me in a freezing lake, laughing as she confessed she was just a bastard child stealing my life.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very night my nightmare began. I was trapped in a penthouse, a lethal drug melting my sanity, pinned beneath Damien. But after he brutally sweat the poison out of my veins, he didn't look at me with love. He handed me a Plan B pill with a gaze full of ancient, chilling hatred.
"Swallow it," he commanded, his voice a sheet of ice.
He remembers. The Dark Don remembers the past life where I murdered him. But this time, I won't be a pawn. I wiped the blood of my traitorous maid from my hands, ready to drag my fake sister straight to hell.