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 5
"I guess from how you look at me right now, you thought about me all night."
"I didn't," she replied sharply.
"You didn't..."
He swallowed the remaining space between them. "Should I find out if you did?" he whispered into her ear before dragging her after him.
"Let me go!!!"
"Let me-"
He hauled her into his office, taking off his leather gloves. He tugged off his coat and tossed it onto the nearest table.
"No one should enter!"
His voice rang out, and everyone who followed him paused as the door closed with a loud bang. He folded the sleeves of his shirt and shrugged off his jacket.
Her heart skipped-
Pounding harder and faster as he loomed over her in his full height, his hands resting on his waist.
"Shall I start?" he said, leaning over. One hand went behind her back, gripping the couch. Veins stood out along his arms as he tightened his hold, his gaze fixed on her.
"How could you not miss me after what happened between us last night? Steamy-from that club to the room... and-"
His eyes trailed over her before his hand brushed her pants. "Why did you wear pants today? All your figures out for these hungry alphas to wolf at?" he asked, narrowing his gaze.
"And did you look this good for me?" he continued with a smirk. "A skimpy top that shows off your sexy stomach, with my hickey all over it. Your neck..."
He touched the patches where his hands had strangled her yesterday, sitting prettily like a coil around her throat.
"You didn't even bother to cover it. Did you look this good to entice me and see how much I'd get turned on just by seeing you?"
"I didn't... didn't do this for you."
"Then did you do this to get the alphas to wolf after you? Wanting you while you spread-"
He forced his hand into her pants, and she stiffened.
"...your pheromones like flowers, wanting them to swarm over you like a bee."
She shuddered under her breath. Her body betrayed her again. Her eyes closed as she inhaled, hating the taste of him in the air she breathed.
"See? Your legs are shaking, and you said you didn't miss me."
"S... stop..."
"When you talk like that," he whispered, "when you sound like that, you mean I should stop."
His hand pushed further. "I should stop when you're moving your hips to my touch?"
"Stop owning... owning my body like it's yours-"
"It's mine," he interrupted. "I'm the one who was stupid enough to let you walk free, and that's why you're coming back to me damaged."
He clicked his tongue, disgust briefly creasing his brow, before kissing her cheek and trailing his hand over her jaw. She shifted slowly, trying to avoid the burn of his heat against her skin.
Her white skin slowly turned red-redder than ketchup.
"How many wolves slept with you?" he asked.
"Ahhh..." she moaned before she could stop herself, covering her mouth.
"Answer me."
He pulled her hands away. "How many wolves? Which one took your first time?"
He planted his teeth between her neck and shoulder.
"Ahhh!!!"
She screamed, tears of pleasure slipping from her eyes.
"I want to know the wolf who dared take what was supposed to be mine."
His movements quickened, adding another finger, increasing the pressure until her voice broke.
"Tell me," he said, staring straight into her face. "Who dared take it away from you?"
Her eyes rolled back. She gagged with sensation. He buried his lips into hers, stealing the breath she was losing. She wasn't just shaking-she was wrecked, from her hair down to the tips of her toes. Beads of sweat crawled from every nook and cranny of her body.
"There's an AC in this room," he said, pulling away. "And you're sweating like this."
She shook, saliva clinging to the corners of her mouth, her eyes losing focus and forcing itself to stay steady.
"Now," he said, squatting in front of her, his heavy frame still clouding her entire presence, "are you ready to talk?"
"What?"
"Which would you prefer to answer?" he asked, still squatting.
"The first person to have you... or whether you missed me."
She swallowed. She was scared of saying one thing wrong. She was scared of the expression he wore on his face, like he was ready for another mischief if she didn't answer him right.
"What would you do to him if you knew?"
His lips curved. "Why should he live to see the next day?"
He rose, looming over her again. She tried to clutch the fluffy couch, but it offered no grip.
No escape.
"Is he, by any chance, Devon?"
Her eyes shot up immediately.
He caressed her sweaty face with unsettling gentleness. "Tell me-is it that beta I saw?"
Just what doesn't he know?
How did he know Devon?
He must've known every cranies and cronies in her life.
She exhaled, fear threading her voice.
"I missed you," she breathed. "I missed you so much."
He paused, then began to laugh-slow, deliberate cackles that sent shivers down her spine.
"I know you did," he said, rising to his full height.
He turned and strolled toward his large table. Carved from dark polished wood, there were neatly stacked files bearing security seals on top of it, a sleek laptop sat closed beside a leather-bound planner, a silver pen aligned perfectly at the edge. A handgun rested within easy reach. Nothing was out of order- she noticed.
He reached for a brown envelope, pulled out a document, and turned back toward her.
She averted her eyes.
He returned, sat on the couch opposite hers, and tossed the document onto the table.
"Sign it."
"What?"
Her hands trembled as she picked it up. Her eyes skimmed the pages, widening. Her fingers curled around the paper.
She crushed it into a ball and hurled it at him.
"Bastard!!!" she screamed.
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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.