
TEN WAYS TO KILL ALPHA PENKING
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"There's no way to kill Alpha Penking."
"Maybe there's one, make sure he has absolute power, never bows to anyone but will crawl to her feet each time she wants it."
Amelia's first life ended when she was ten-when the most notorious Alpha in New York took everything her father owned and killed him.
As if that wasn't enough, he coerced her father into selling his only daughter before death claimed him.
Fifteen years later, Amelia survives as a prostitute, her past buried beneath layers of control, routine, and silence. She lives for two things only: keeping her younger brother alive and nursing the revenge that never died. Every alpha is just a body. Every night is calculated. Her life is controlled-until the night she sleeps with him.
The same man who ruined her life.
Alpha Penking-feared, untouchable, merciless-without her knowing who he truly is.
Yet, her world shatters again.
Because Penking knows her.
Because he watched her grow in the shadows.
Because he knows her real name.
Because he is the one who ruined her and owned her.
Because he serves her a contract that doesn't ask-it commands.
A contract where she belongs to him.
For months.
For life.
No bargain.
No gain.
Trapped between hatred and a bond she never consented to, Amelia begins counting the only freedom she has left-ten ways to kill Alpha Penking. But revenge grows complicated when obsession turns mutual, when power bleeds into possession, and when an impossible consequence binds them forever.
Because the man she plans to kill now owns her body...
And the child growing inside her might decide who survives.
TEN WAYS TO KILL ALPHA PENKING Chapter 1
"Fuck!!" she groaned as she felt his full length into her. Her feet dug into the soft sheets, legs spread wider, accommodating him, the space he consumed. He rested as he was into her; she twitched, sucking his dick whole so that he quivered. Her body burned. Sweat fell from his face to her stomach, the sweat sliding into her navel. She quivered.
She tried to look into his eyes but couldn't hold steady for a moment as he kissed her neck, all the way to her face, kissing every bead of sweat on her face. He was kissing her conscious and kissing her back to her senses. He hasn't moved yet, and she was convinced this is a night she won't forget. She wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck.
Her legs locked around his flexible waist. He lifted himself a bit off her body and then-he moved. Quietly. Slowly. Feeling the rhythm, the sound of their bodies slushing over each other. The lewdity of the noise driving them saner.
"Ugh!!!" Her voice hit the four walls of the room.
Harder. Faster. Almost beast-like.
She thought she would stop breathing. She thought she would break. But she isn't. Instead, she's holding onto the pleasures-the pain-mixed electricity that travelled from the core of her body straight to her brain, and from her brain to the rest of her body.
"Ugh!!!"
"Say my name..." he whispered slurrily into her ears, licking, fucking her ear hole with his tongue, making her body reverberate. Her body was getting exhausted with pleasure; it couldn't take anymore.
"Say my name..."
She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She tried. Each thrust took the words away from her mouth and replaced them with gasps, filled her mouth with moans instead of the alphabets that formed his name.
"Say my name, else I won't stop..." he threatened. Her stomach quivered. Her stomach squirmed like it has never done before.
"Say it..."
The thrust came faster, hitting her nerve-the sweet part, the juicy area inside of her-and she lost all senses.
She was alive, but she was in heaven. Her moans flew out of her mouth, senses gone, so she didn't mind how loud she was. She didn't mind that she was outside at a club. She didn't mind if anyone got turned on by the sounds she made.
Who cared when she's getting knocked up this good?
No one got it so well with her. No one hit the spot for her this good. Is it because she was an omega? She didn't mind that. She won't mind, because an alpha with stronger pheromones-an alpha in rut-was going to destroy all her morals tonight.
He turned her over to her back, her butts shot up like a gun, his heavy ember hovering over her butt cheeks, hitting each of them with carefulness, releasing his pheromones into the air like fire, making her go wilder. Her eyes rolled into her head, the knees she was using to rest on the bed shaking.
"Ugh!!" came his groan as he trailed his large hands over her body, then to her cheeks. He slapped it over and over again. She squirmed to every hit to her butt cheeks, making her wetter. She was dripping, squirting onto the sheets.
Even in his rut, he had a level of control, which turned her on the more. Most Alpha can't handle their rut; because of that, they always roughened her up in ways that she would be in the hospital for days.
But this one-different.
"Put it in me..." she slurred out, swiping her long hair from side to side.
"You haven't said my name yet," he replied, hovering on top of her, his sweat colliding with hers, his heat boiling hers. She was shaking.
"Devon," she whispered, and he hit her cheek again.
"Wrong," he breathed out. "If you get it wrong one more time, I will tie you up and punish you." He warned, and her stomach sank lower, riling up with excitement. It's going to be a very long night.
"Turn around," he commanded, and she turned around like a dog to a bitch, a she-wolf to a wolf.
"Suck it," he said, referring to his rock-solid large ember that was standing an inch away from her face.
She touched it fondly. It was wet from screwing all her insides. She smiled, dipping her hand into her wet and squirty self. She plastered the cum all over the dick and began to fap it.
Over and over again, until she could feel the twitch in his legs-the little shake in his legs as the veins showed up more.
Her tongue kissed the tip, and then she began to swallow it into her mouth till it was deep in her throat. She moved, thrusting it into her mouth down to her throat. Her eyes rolled into her head, gagging as the ember was too big for her small mouth.
He grabbed her head with his palm and began to move by himself.
"Fuck!"
He went harder, faster. The cum splashed, filled her mouth, dripping out to her chest, to her stomach. He pulled out, splashing it all over her face, her white skin glistening from his load.
"Remembered my name yet?" he asked again as she swallowed the cum on her tongue, still kneeling, her eyes still needy, watching as the ember stood again like it wasn't sucked in the first place.
"Turn around. I'm going to tie you up," he commanded, and she turned around. Her hands tied up with his belt. She was excited. She was thrilled, especially when the ember came into her again, her butt pressing against his stomach.
There's no best feeling as this.
Fuck!
This shouldn't end until-she froze.
"Stop!!!!" she screamed.
Harder, but he covered her mouth. Terrified, trembling in pleasure, she still wanted to resist.
He was knotting inside of her, deep inside her womb.
"No!!!"
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TEN WAYS TO KILL ALPHA PENKING of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."

8.0
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
She was pregnant.
But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?

8.4
To keep her grandmother on life support, Aracely was blackmailed into taking Evelyn's place in the pitch-black bedroom of the ruthless billionaire, Brennen Levine.
After that night, Evelyn tossed a hideous silicone scar at her feet, forcing Aracely to glue it to her face and work as a bottom-tier maid in his estate so he would never recognize her.
Brennen, suffering from chronic insomnia, was completely addicted to the sweet gardenia scent of the woman from the dark. But when he saw the "disfigured" Aracely scrubbing floors, he was physically repulsed, publicly humiliating her and calling her a monster.
Meanwhile, Evelyn paraded around as his soon-to-be wife. Terrified of her lies unraveling, Evelyn constantly abused Aracely, throwing scalding coffee at her face and threatening to pull the plug on her grandmother if Aracely didn't sneak back into Brennen's room to act as his human sleeping pill.
Aracely endured the suffocating fake scar, the insults, and the freezing servant quarters. She ground her teeth, swallowing the bitter injustice just to keep her only family alive, wondering when this torturous hell would ever end.
But Evelyn's malice knew no bounds. When Evelyn raised her hand to strike again, threatening to rip off the very disguise she forced Aracely to wear, something inside Aracely finally snapped.
"Do not push me."
Aracely locked her hand around Evelyn's wrist in a bone-crushing grip, completely unaware that Brennen was watching from the balcony above, his dark eyes narrowing as a dangerous realization hit him.

8.0
"Just watch... I'll take you away from that deceitful woman."
Yvette whispered softly, but the resolve in her heart was unshakable.
Her heart shattered as she witnessed the wedding of Aaron-the man she had loved for so long, the very same adoptive brother who once gave her a sense of home-to another woman.
It was no secret.
Aaron knew how she felt.
And yet, he still chose to marry someone else... as if Yvette's love had never meant a thing.
Just when she tried to accept that painful reality, she uncovered a truth far more devastating.
Belinda... was not as kind as she seemed.
The cunning hidden behind her gentle smile only made it harder for Yvette to let go-only strengthened her belief that the man she loved had fallen into the wrong hands.
The love she had once buried deep within her heart had now twisted into something far darker.
An obsession.
Yvette no longer wished to surrender.
She would take back what was meant to be hers... by any means necessary.
Even if it meant destroying their marriage.

9.7
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Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.

9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.











