TEN WAYS TO KILL ALPHA PENKING
"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.
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Chapter 4
"Hahahahahaha..."
Laughter tore from his throat.
She was still trembling, squeezing the cackling throat shaking from laughter.
"Is that all the strength you have inside your small, pleasurable, bitchy body?" he said, looking at her with slight amusement. "You're going to squeeze with this weak grip?" He continued, mockingly. "I've never seen anyone get strangled before with this weak grip of yours. Let me teach you."
He threw her over quickly, hovering above her, his hands suddenly going around her throat. One squeeze-and her eyes reddened.
Choking, she tried not to gasp for breath, but her legs shook violently. She tried to pull his hands away, but he pinned them above her head.
"This is how you squeeze someone if you mean to kill them," he said, not letting go.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his grip loosened. Air and shock tore through her body. She coughed violently, too weak to get up.
This time, she broke down into soft sobs.
All her carefully curated life for the past ten years-after she lost her father-came crashing down because of this one man invading her entire space tonight.
This body...
This body of hers...
Finally, it brought her ruin-just like her father spat out with pity the day he died.
I wish you were born even as a beta, my princess, her father had said, regret clouding his eyes. Life will be too cruel to you because of your body... your face...
"Wear your clothes. Are you going to lie there all night?" his voice snapped into her ears.
She gathered herself onto her feet, pulling on her skirt while dragging herself toward the door.
"Remember tomorrow. I don't want to find you."
See him tomorrow, my foot, she cursed. She would never see him again-until the day she cut his head from his neck.
But she nodded obediently and stepped out.
She had no chance to crash out after the door closed behind her. The driver was already waiting. He led her through the entrance, and she trudged behind him, her legs throbbing, her heart pounding.
The cold night hit her skin as she stepped outside. She entered the car, and it drove her home.
She burst into her house.
"Dan!!" she called, searching every corner, panic climbing with each empty space. She ran out, knocking on neighbors' doors.
"I-I can't find... I can't find my brother," she trembled to Devon when he stepped out of his room. He was a beta-the one who lived closest to her.
"What do you mean you can't find Dan?"
No.
No!!!
Nothing must happen to Dan.
Her phone beeped.
In case you're looking for your brother, he's with me. I wanted to make sure you see me tomorrow.
Him.
Alpha Penking.
The phone rang. She stared at it, clenching her jaw.
"Take your call," Devon said gently.
Take your call, another message came. Your brother's life seems to depend on it.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" she screamed into the phone when she finally answered. "Why?!"
"I don't like when you yell at me."
Her lips quivered. Her hands shook around the phone.
"Freshen up and sleep. Show up tomorrow. I won't ask you again."
The call ended.
"Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck that bastard!!!" She nearly flung her phone, but Devon caught her arm.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly. "Can you try calming down?"
"Calming down?" She shoved him. "What do you know? You look at me disgustingly every time. Oh yeah-I'm an omega who takes dumps from alphas, isn't it? Fuck off!!"
Her rage spilled everywhere.
"Amelia, what's going on?" Devon followed her.
She turned sharply. "Asking me what's going on like you don't smell rotten sex on me." Her voice shook. "I know betas can't smell pheromones, but the reek of sex-isn't it on me?"
"Amelia-"
"Get out!!!" She shoved him until he stepped outside. She slammed the door, sliding down against it as her strength gave out.
Perfect life.
Perfect control-for ten years.
Ruined by a single night.
With the beast.
She entered the Penking Organization the next morning, sliding hurriedly through hallways until she was stopped.
"I'm here to see your boss."
"And who are you, apart from the scent coming off you?" the alpha demanded, eyes roaming her body with open lust.
"I need to see your boss," she repeated.
He lifted her jaw. "You're a beautiful one-"
A gunshot echoed.
The alpha dropped lifelessly to the floor.
Her legs locked. Her eyes widened as she followed the sound.
He stood there.
Dressed in black from head to toe-tailored coat resting perfectly on broad shoulders, dark trousers pressed sharp, leather gloves still smoking faintly from the gunshot. His hair was neatly slicked back, his face calm, cold, untouched by emotion. Power clung to him like a second skin.
"You came..."
"Where is my brother?"
"First thing to ask your owner," he said, crossing the room with a line of betas and a few alphas behind him. "When you meet him."
"I didn't-"
"Did you miss me?" he interrupted, stopping inches from her, releasing his pheromones into the air. "Did you?"
Her senses reeled as her nose recognized his pheromones. Hate bloomed in her chest.
"Well, I missed you, Amelia," he said quietly. "I missed how I pounded you all night till you went insane."
She gasped.
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7.9
After her twin brother's unexplained death at Alpha Academy, Alexandria Hyde takes his place and his name to uncover the truth. Now living as "Alex," she's thrown into a world of hot, testosterone-fueled Alphas who fight to the brink of death... and she has to survive it while hiding who she really is.
But staying hidden isn't easy–
Not when the Alphas start noticing her.
Not when the truth she's chasing might destroy her first.
And definitely not when they start fighting for her instead.
7.4
"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!"
The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls.
But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak.
She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father.
Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate.
***
Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed.
She thought he was her destiny.
Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders.
One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes.
Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming.
An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk.
For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing.
But fate had a cruel sense of humor.
The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed.
Because the man who destroyed her life?
The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands?
He was her fated mate.
Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him.
But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade.
"You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you."
And when he does?
He won't just cage her body.
He'll claim her soul.
8.1
My husband, Alpha Kaeden, once looked at me with adoration. But after he brought Clemmie home, his eyes turned cold, glazed over by the "herbal tea" she fed him.
Now, I lay chained to a steel table in the dungeon, the smell of my own burning flesh filling the air.
Kaeden stood over me, indifferent to my screams. He ordered the guards to electrocute me through silver cuffs—the poison of our kind—even though he knew I was carrying his pup.
But torture wasn't the end goal. I froze when I heard the doctor’s question.
"The transplant carries risks, Alpha. Taking a heart from a living donor..."
Clemmie didn't just want my husband; she wanted my heart to cure her "sickness" and steal my White Wolf power.
I waited for Kaeden to refuse. Instead, he rubbed his temples and delivered my death sentence.
"Harvest the heart. Dispose of the rest."
"And the fetus?" the doctor asked.
"Incinerate it."
Those words killed me faster than the silver. I died on the operating table that night, my heart flatlining for three minutes to stage my death.
Kaeden thinks I am ash in a jar. He thinks he saved his mistress.
But when I opened my eyes in the safe house, they weren't brown anymore. They were glowing silver.
Beside me, my daughter slept, alive and radiating ancient power.
The weak Luna is dead. The White Wolf has risen.
And I am going home to take back my pack.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
8.8
Serena, six months pregnant, continued to save lives on the battlefield, despite her severe illness.
Her husband, Logan, who had once chosen her over his family, gave her life-saving medicine and prenatal care items to his lover, Amy.
When the artillery struck, he let go of Serena's hand without hesitation to protect another woman, leaving Serena to collapse on the battlefield.
Later, Serena earned the respect of everyone in the midst of conflict with her medical skills.
Her ex-husband, eyes filled with remorse, knelt before her, saying, "I married her out of gratitude, I won't divorce..."
Before Serena could respond, a gun was already aimed at Logan's forehead by the undisputed leader of the safe area. "Sign the divorce papers. She's with me now."
9.7
Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.