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 6
"What were you trying to do, Miss Cassandra?" Joaquin's voice was a shade deeper than normal as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm his wolf, which suddenly became a little uneasy.
Cassandra closed her eyes in embarrassment, very well aware that her hand was on top of Alpha Callisto's chest, and if not for the towel between them, their naked bodies would touch.
The situation was inappropriate in all ways.
"I'm sorry, Alpha Callisto. I was using the washroom when you opened the door," Cassandra paused.
"Wait. Why am I the one apologizing? You are the one who walked in on me taking a shower," she said, lifting her head and glaring at the alpha.
Alpha Joaquin looked into her daring hazel eyes and clenched his jaws.
"This is my bathroom, Miss Cassandra." He leaned back, looked at the ceiling, and took a deep breath.
"What are you doing? Wait. Are you feeling me up?" Cassandra asked, forgetting about her pain.
Alpha Joaquin raised his head and glared at the girl.
"Seriously? I am trying to calm my wolf so that I will not take up the opportunity that you have clearly presented under that towel." Joaquin didn't put a filter on his mouth, and Cassandra blushed.
She was well aware of how instinctive the alpha wolves were.
"I am talking about attacking you, not having–" Alpha Joaquin was about to clear when he thought it was useless to explain it to her.
He got up, helping her while keeping his gaze trained on her eyes.
The respect for him increased in her eyes, and she apologised quickly.
Alpha Callisto followed her to her room before showing her the bathroom designed for her room.
Cassandra blushed at the obvious mistake and was about to apologise when another wave of pain shot across her neck and she fell to the ground.
Joaquin quickly kneeled before her and lifted her in his arms, bridal style, taking her to the bed.
"My neck, it's hurting." Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
"I know," Joaquin said, covering her with the blanket before looking at her.
He tucked her hair behind her ears before taking the dagger from the drawer.
"Are you open to drinking blood?" He asked casually.
"Hmm?" Cassandra asked in pain.
Without another word, Joaquin sliced his palm and placed it on her mouth, making her drink his blood.
"I could've licked and sucked your mark to help you, but I am not sure if you would like that kind of intimacy... yet..." He let the sentence trail off.
Cassandra stared into his eyes, drinking his blood softly.
Kissing the neck was intimate? Could it be more intimate than what he was already doing? Sharing his blood with her?
She wanted to remove his hand, not wanting to take advantage of his hospitality as the pain was much bearable now.
However, his grip was firm like a silent vow, a ruthless promise that he was here to help her.
After some time, he removed his hand from her mouth and licked his wound to heal it.
"Have some rest," He whispered and stood from the bed.
Cassandra held his hand to stop him.
"Thank you," She whispered.
The man looked at her intensely, his gaze holding thousands of unspoken words, before he smiled.
"Sure," he said.
Cassandra didn't understand the meaning behind his gaze or the word he said.
It sounded like a silent sentence about something he knew but she didn't.
She didn't dwell on it for long, and once she was sufficiently rested, she walked out of the room to the training grounds just for a walk.
Alpha Callisto's pack was significantly peaceful. Even though she was a guest, someone from another pack, no one bothered her. Everyone was busy with their work and life, and she liked this about them.
As she walked further, she saw Alpha Joaquin standing at the edge of the trading grounds, exactly where she had found him in the morning. Her heart skipped a beat at what transpired between them in the room.
He stood there, watching the moonlit fields, his shirt off, his taut muscles moving with each movement.
She didn't know what possessed her to speak, but she did.
"Is that what you do? Breaking every person who walks through your borders?" Her tone held a hint of amusement and silent frustration.
His gaze didn't move from the horizon, and he looked at her briefly.
"Only the ones who desire to become unbreakable," his words left no room for discussion.
It wasn't only a silent compliment for her abilities and a promise that it was just starting.
"I am not like others," Cassandra spoke, unsure if he had misunderstood her earlier.
This time, Joaquin turned, moonlight making his skin glow a little.
"No. You are not. And that's why I haven't gone easy on you," Joaquin covered the distance between them, almost invading her personal space.
"That's why you are still alive," he whispered, his gaze not leaving hers.
Cassandra didn't know what to say to that.
She was tongue-tied, not retorting. She wasn't like this. Usually, she always had something to say, to give back to people, but before him, she had been left to his mercy a couple of times, which irked her.
"I am not easy to break," She said, her proud glare making Alpha Joaquin smirk.
"I don't intend to break you, Miss Cassandra," He whispered, stepping closer.
Their chests almost touched, making her take a shaky breath.
His gaze landed on her bruised collar bones before he shifted it to her. His eyes glowing a little in the moonlight made him look mesmerizing.
"And if you think this was hard..." he leaned towards her ear, his lips almost touching her earlobe.
"...wait until you learn what I do to women who catch my attention," He whispered, taking her earlobe between his teeth before sucking it a bit.
He stood straight, looking at her provocatively before he left.
Cassandra didn't move. She couldn't.
She was frozen on the spot. His words bothered her more than his actions. And what surprised her more was that despite the threat, her pulse raced, not in anxiousness, but in excitement.
And it didn't mean anything good.
Why? For once, Kianna, her wolf, who hated men touching her, was calm in someone's presence, and her peace was a silent agreement, something she didn't like.
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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.