Taming His Beta General
"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."
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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.
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Chapter 1
"Think you are too good for everyone? You should ask your mother," he sneered.
Cruel hands bruised and grabbed her as she tried helplessly to fight back the weakness in her drugged limbs.
"What did you do to me?" Her words rumbled sluggishly.
"Something to keep you nice and warm." Cruel laughter echoed in her head as frustrated tears leaked down her face.
Cold air slapped her chest as he tore her shirt open.
Then his eyes widened in shock and fear as a strangely familiar voice whispered her name.
"Lorraine".
"You... what... how?!"
His screams followed Lorraine out of...
Wait. Something, someone's hands, was on her.
Her eyes flared open, and he jerked above her.
"What...wh...?"
Light stabbed her eyes as she blinked at the tawny eyes above her.
Still gripped in the throes of her nightmare, Lorraine immediately swung her fist, connecting solidly with the concerned face above her.
"Fuck, what the...?!"
She rolled sideways and dived for the gun on the bedside table.
She had the gun pointed right at his forehead before he could blink.
"Woah! Calm down, Prickly. What are you...?"
"Stop calling me that." Her voice sounded like sandpaper scraping against her throat as she glared at him.
Even as her body finally registered that she was no longer in that desperate situation, no longer the helpless teenager, she could not force herself to lower the gun.
"What are you doing in my room, Alpha?" She sneered the title with suspicion.
He finally lowered his hand from his bruised jaw, eyes on hers instead of the gun, as he got off the bed too.
"I heard you. Man, that was..." A tortured look crossed his face as he shook his head.
Lorraine stiffened against the compassion on his face as he continued, "You were...I don't know, babe. Whatever you were seeing in your sleep must be bad. I hope I never get to see that kind of look on your face again," he said passionately.
Lorraine did not want whatever he was trying to show her. Her hand firmed on the gun when she realised he had stepped forward.
"I was trying to shake you out of it when you..."
"Don't come closer." She blurted, pointing the gun at his feet. "You shouldn't be in my room." She glared at him.
He let out an impatient sigh as he stepped forward anyway. "Then you should lock your door next time and not sound like..." He shook his head again and asked urgently, "What were you dreaming of, Lorraine? That..."
The sudden firmness behind her back made her realise she had been stepping back from him as he walked towards her.
Anger spiked in her at that unconscious movement.
She was not a coward. She never cowered before any man, ever.
"Get out!" She gritted out coldly, the torment of her nightmare pulling at her bones.
She expected him to keep moving anyway. He was arrogant that way.
Her fingers tightened on the gun unconsciously. But he did the unexpected.
He stopped.
Yet that look, so close to pity, stayed.
"Babe, you know you can talk..."
Her lips curled upward in a scoff as she repeated, "Get out. And stay away from me."
He looked torn even as he nodded. "I am going nowhere, Lorraine. I will always be here for you," he muttered.
Just when she thought her shivering limbs would betray her before him, he turned and left, closing the door gently after him.
The clicking sound seemed to send a signal to her system as her body started shaking violently.
She dropped the gun and slid down the wall.
Curling her arms tightly around her raised knees, the contrast of her feverish body against the coolness of the wall on her back made her shiver more.
"Why? Why now?" She murmured, her voice muffled against her knees as she tried hard to stem the shiver.
She had not dreamt about him and her crime for a couple of years.
She had finally stopped looking over her shoulder, feeling a bit secure in the life she had built.
And now this?
The pathetic feeling from that night tasted bitter in her mouth.
No one had dared to make her feel like that again, ever. No one would.
So why...?
Her head snapped up as she glared at the door he had just passed through.
"It must be because of him and his stupid claim," she thought with conviction. "He did this to me."
"You know it is not just a claim, Lorraine," Kiara, who had been thrumming with that weird energy while the Alpha was in the room, finally spoke up. "He is our mate."
"Not for long." Lorraine declared as she stood, her distress buried beneath her anger for the moment.
"I am going to reject him and..."
"The queen said..."
"I don't care what the queen said." The lie rolled off her tongue as a familiar weakness suddenly rolled through her. "She can't expect me to be his mate. The Moon Goddess has gone too far with her joke this time." She held tightly to the edge of the bed, stubbornly willing her body to fight the curse of her birth.
"You know that won't work, Lorraine. Just use it." Her wolf's exasperation rang through as Lorraine gritted her teeth against the overwhelming weakness.
She hated this. Hated this weakness she had inherited from her mother. Yet she knew Kiara was right.
She could deal with Logan later.
For now...she hastily took out her insulin pack.
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
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 ⚠️🔞‼️
7.2
Clara's husband of three years walked into their penthouse with two lawyers.
He threw a divorce agreement on the table, demanding she sign away all her assets. If she refused, he would bankrupt her family and send her mother to federal prison.
He did it all for his new girlfriend, Corinne. After stripping Clara of everything, Kane stood by while Corinne publicly humiliated her, stepping on her fingers and mocking her misery. When Kane suspected Clara might be pregnant, he dragged her to a private clinic. He forced her onto an examination table and ordered a deeply invasive medical check-up, treating her like absolute garbage just to ensure she wasn't carrying his heir.
Lying on the cold medical bed in a thin paper gown, Clara's heart completely shattered. She didn't understand how the man who once promised her forever could turn into such a ruthless monster. She was indeed pregnant, but she knew if he found out, he would steal her baby and destroy her completely.
With the help of a tech-genius friend, Clara faked a negative test result and escaped his clutches. The next day, she walked into their company, threw a bold "I QUIT" note right in the mistress's face, and walked away. Touching her belly, Clara swore she would return to make them pay for every single thing they had done.
9.7
Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back.
Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status.
His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout.
Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him.
Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones?
Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.
8.8
"Fuck...please..."
He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan.
His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties.
"Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet."
He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face.
He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms.
*********
The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke.
I cried.
I screamed.
I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him.
Cassian Cross.
A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name.
One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak.
Until he showed up at my mom's wedding...
As my new stepbrother.
Now, Cassian won't stop.
He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body.
But there's one thing he didn't tell me-
He already belongs to someone else.
A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both.
He's dangerous.
He's forbidden.
He's promised to another.
And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.
8.6
Book Two of the Betrayed Luna to Alpha Queen Series
Can be read as a standalone or after Book One
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"They were supposed to hate me. All four of them. But the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, she just has a twisted sense of humor."
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"Let me die free rather than live as his possession."
Those were Lyralei Ravenwood's last words before she jumped off Widow's Cliff, choosing death over marriage to a monster hiding behind a charming smile.
She should have died.
Instead, she wakes in the camp of the Four Great Alphas..the most powerful, dangerous men in the ancient werewolf world. Men who look at her with resentment. Men who make it clear she's not welcome.
The Moon Goddess sent her to unite them against a rising darkness.
But they don't want unity. They don't want her.
Lyra didn't ask to be sent anywhere. She just wanted to escape a cage.
Now she's trapped with four hostile Alphas who see her as an obligation rather than a person. Who resent every breath she takes. Who make it clear that prophecy or not, she will never command their loyalty.
But something is awakening between them. Something ancient and undeniable.
The Primordial Mate Bond-a force that links one soul to multiple Alphas, pulling them together whether they want it or not.
As shadow wolves attack and an ancient evil rises, Lyra must navigate not just war, but the far more dangerous battlefield of four hearts that were determined to hate her.
Because feelings without trust are torture.
CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes including explicit sexual content, violence, death of major characters, psychological trauma, and morally complex situations. Recommended for readers 18+