Tango 2 the Alpha's Heart

"Eyes up here," he said. My gaze snapped to his. He was smiling, causing my heart to skip a painful beat. Before I could respond, the music began, and my body instinctively reacted to the sweet melody. I found myself molded to Lex's will, my feet irresistibly following the dance steps. The crowd gasped as Lex pulled me into a more intimate position, his hands roaming over my body in a seductive manner. The experience was both terrifying and magical, allowing me to feel every longing emotion through the dance. I soon found myself lost in his arms. When the music finally stopped, my arms were wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on my back, our noses almost touching. He gazed deeply into my eyes. The ballroom fell silent. Was he about to kiss me? **** Lilly’s life was never easy; she lost her memory and family in a blazing fire. Angelica found and took her in—only to make her a slave to the household. Years of torment and abuse left Lilly weak, vulnerable, and believing she was without a wolf, but that didn't mean that all hope was lost. At night, in her dreams, he would patiently wait for her—the man who brought sunshine into her darkest moments. They would dance the night away, but as dawn approached, he would vanish into the morning sun. Lilly had given up hope of finding a mate, having a family, and leading a normal life. But things are about to drastically change for her... Secrets, lies, betrayal... and a baby on the way. What if Lilly wasn't wolf-less? What if it was all a lie? What if she had a living family? Would she stay and bond with them or make a run for freedom? ****

Chapters

Chapter 6

Lilly’s POV

"You must be insane if you think I’ll be riding in that to the ball!" Sade cried in horror as the apple-green 1911 Ford Jitney pulled up.

Jacob had made a call, and moments later the old vehicle rolled up the driveway.

The driver, an older wolf with grey hair, stepped out, nodded to the two warriors, and quickly moved to the back to open the door.

I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at Sade’s reaction.

"It’s just a car, Sade," I teased, stepping closer to inspect the vehicle. "But I have to admit, it does look like something out of a vintage movie."

Sade shot me a hateful glare.

"What’s wrong with riding in the Jitney?" James asked, irritation in his voice. "It’s a classic! A wonderful ride! You should be grateful for it!"

I bit my bottom lip to hide a smile as Sade’s face turned red with anger.

"Grateful? You mean stuck in that old rust bucket?" she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

James raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her reaction.

"It’s not just any old rust bucket; it’s got character," he replied, grinning.

"Character? More like a death trap on wheels," she retorted.

"You need transport to the ball," Jacob added.

"And we arranged it for you," James continued.

Sade crossed her arms defiantly, not convinced.

"Not in that!" she shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at the Jitney. "It’s... it’s hideous! I can’t be seen in that! What will the pack think of me?!"

Jacob and James exchanged a glance, both trying to suppress their laughter.

"They’ll think you’re the most daring pack member, ready to make a statement," Jacob said, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Seriously!" Sade exclaimed.

"The rest of the she-wolves on the jitney don’t seem to care," James pointed out, gesturing to the other dressed ladies.

I instinctively scanned their faces, hoping to spot someone familiar, but none triggered a memory.

"They’re just happy they have transport to the ball," Jacob said. "And so should you."

"I am not just anyone!" Sade yelled, stomping her feet. "I have class, you know! That thing will ruin my hair and reputation forever!"

The girls on the jitney looked offended by Sade’s comments and shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

James rolled his eyes toward the sky, as if saying a silent prayer—or maybe just counting to ten.

Jacob let out an irritated huff, glancing at his brother for help.

I was used to Sade’s tantrums, but clearly, they weren’t. I found the situation amusing. Sade was quite the diva, obviously entitled. Would she be able to sway the brothers to let her go with us? Which one would give in first?

I couldn’t help but smile at the tension sparking between the three of them.

"Suit yourself," Jacob said abruptly, shrugging and turning away to walk toward the limo. It was clear he’d grown tired of her demands.

I quickly pressed my hand over my mouth, stifling a chuckle.

"If you’d rather not accept a ride on the jitney," James said seriously, steering me toward the limo, "the only other option is for you to shift and run in wolf form..."

"But if I were you," Jacob added, glancing at Sade, "I’d make my decision quickly. You’ve already wasted enough time and the jitney needs to leave. I won’t delay eleven other guests because of your stubbornness..."

"Why can’t I go with you?" Sade cried, her bottom lip trembling. She was on the verge of tears, trying to sway them.

"Because this is a private arrangement," Jacob said sternly, opening the passenger door for me.

James helped me inside, and I scooted over to the center of the seat.

"But Lilly is like a sister to me!" Sade wailed. "She’s practically family! Sisters stick together! We should go together!"

I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath, "More like an evil stepsister..." Too late, I realized I’d said it aloud.

"Did you say something?" James asked, squinting at me as he got in the car.

"Nope," I chirped, shaking my head. "Just thinking out loud." James chuckled and winked, closing the door behind him.

Jacob came around the car, opened his door, and suddenly paused.

Was Jacob about to yield to Sade’s demands?

My heart raced with worry. I really didn’t want to share the car with her... Was it wrong to feel that way?

Jacob’s expression was cold, his eyes turning black—his wolf had taken control. He focused on Sade and let out a warning growl that made her whimper.

I internally sighed in relief. I was glad Jacob didn’t cave in. Sade would certainly ruin my evening.

"Get in, brother!" James called impatiently from the other side. "We’re already behind schedule! Beta Zack will be furious with us."

Jacob’s attention snapped back to us.

"I said, get in!" James repeated, more forcefully.

Jacob gave a quick nod, shot Sade one last glance, and got into the car.

"That she-wolf is going to drive me to something stronger than alcohol," he muttered as he buckled up.

I chuckled, amused.

Jacob’s gaze snapped to me. "How the hell isn’t she driving you insane?" he huffed. "She’s impossible!"

That made me laugh even harder.

"I’m serious!" he groaned, clearly exasperated. "I’ll do anything—even chew off my wrists—just don’t make me deal with her ever again."

"I can’t promise that," I said, trying to get my laughter under control. "Besides, you two have done a much better job handling her and her mother than I ever did."

James and Jacob exchanged interested glances, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

I could tell they were curious about my experiences—they’d asked a few times—but I still wasn’t ready to open up about my pain to people I hardly knew.

"She isn’t worth getting upset about," I said, placing my hand on Jacob’s shoulder. "Sade’s just a spoiled brat. She doesn’t know any better."

"Yes, but—" Jacob started, but I shook my head, signaling that nothing he said would change anything.

He sighed, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his seat.

I rolled my eyes at him, and he raised a teasing eyebrow, making me laugh again.

James tapped on the driver’s window, signaling we were ready to go.

The driver slowly pulled out of the driveway, my heart pounding with excitement. This was it—I was leaving the Black residence, even if just for the night.

My gaze caught Sade’s face. It was flushed, her eyes dark and furious.

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I married the Alpha of the top pack, but he hasn't touched me for a year. Yet by chance, I heard him crying to his younger brother. "She actually ordered three of the strongest warriors to accompany her, and the four of them went to train alone." He was so upset that he burst into tears. "Ron, if you're too scared, wait until sister-in-law is tempted by those guys and orders them to get intimate with her, you'll cry with no tears left." He immediately stopped crying: "What do they count for? Those outside are just wild grass; nothing's as sweet as one's own." "As long as she's still willing to come back, she can do whatever she wants." Roger rubbed his forehead and sighed:”Ron, why don't you ask the shaman to take a look?" Later, I secretly asked the shaman. The shaman gave me a note written by Ron himself: "I have... intimacy addiction. I love my wife very much, but I'm afraid of scaring her. What should I do?"

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.1

After My Husband Took My Eyes, I Fled

9.1

Pain. That was all I knew as consciousness crept back into my world of darkness. My head throbbed with a dull ache that seemed to pulse in time with my heartbeat. I reached out instinctively, searching for Jonathan's warmth beside me, but my fingers found only cold sheets. Three days. It had been three days since the rogue attack that had stolen my sight. Three days of drifting in and out of consciousness, of Jonathan's gentle reassurances that everything would be okay, that we would get through this together. I pushed myself up, wincing as pain shot through my body. Something felt wrong. Different.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.5

Auctioning The Alpha To Her Enemies

9.5

On the night of our third anniversary as mates, I sat in the grand hall of the Adams Pack territory, surrounded by the elite of the werewolf world. The air was thick with the mingling scents of power and ambition, the kind that only Alphas and their inner circles could exude. Rowan, my mate and Beta of the Adams Pack, had told me he was away on pack business. Yet there he was, standing at the center of the room, his arm draped around Blair Bell, his old flame and the pack’s most conniving Omega. His dark eyes gleamed with a satisfaction that made my stomach churn, and his broad shoulders, once a source of comfort, now seemed to radiate arrogance. Before I could confront him, I overheard a group of Deltas nearby, their voices dripping with mockery. “Now that Blair’s back, when are you going to drop your substitute Luna?” one of them asked, nudging Rowan with a smirk. Rowan chuckled, his deep voice cutting through the noise of the gathering. “Anytime,” he replied, his tone casual, as though he were discussing the weather. My heart shattered into pieces, the bond between us screaming in protest.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

Demon Pact she wolf: Now I'm the Damn Problem

9.3

I, Yuki Charles, was drugged by Father and delivered to his sworn brother Jason's bed to secure an investment for his bastard daughter Annie. Jason rejected me, calling me a cur, and Father tossed me into Silverwood Asylum, where I endured horrific torture. When dying, I made a pact with a demon, rebirthed as a rabid she-wolf. Returning, I faced Jason, Annie, and Father's scorn. I unleashed vengeance: breaking Annie's nose, crippling the stepmother, torturing them all.

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

8.0

From Prison To Power: Rise Of The War Goddess

8.0

Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden. Instead, it destroyed her life. Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night. Then came the cruelest blow of all. After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died. The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars. They were wrong. Five years later, Scarlett returns. No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind. Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble. She comes back for one reason only: revenge. Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole. But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything- the child she mourned for years may not be dead. And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.

Action Fantasy Romance

8.2

My Alpha Betrayed My Trust

8.2

The autumn air carried a crisp bite as I stepped out of the Silvercrest Pack's SUV, my boots crunching on the gravel of the riverside parking lot. The supply run had gone smoothly—groceries, cleaning supplies, and medical items all purchased within Marcus's meticulously outlined budget. My shoulders relaxed slightly now that the official tasks were complete. The small coffee stall by the river caught my eye, its warm lights glowing invitingly against the approaching dusk. The scent of freshly ground beans wafted toward me, and something inside me—perhaps Lyra, my long-silent wolf—stirred with a simple desire. Just one small pleasure. Five dollars. My own money, technically, though Marcus controlled our joint accounts with an iron grip. 'One vanilla latte, please,' I said to the barista, a young human girl with a friendly smile. She had no idea she was serving the Luna of the most powerful werewolf pack in the Pacific Northwest.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Tango 2 the Alpha's Heart

Chapter 6

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