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 6
The crumpled document bounced off his chest and fell to the floor.
He didn't flinch. Didn't move. Just watched her with those cold grey eyes like she'd done exactly what he expected.
"Feel better?" he asked.
She was shaking. Her whole body trembled with rage she couldn't contain anymore. "You think you can just-just own me? Like I'm some object you can buy?"
"I already bought you."
The words hit like a slap.
"Fifteen years ago," he continued, leaning back against the couch. "Your father sold you to me before he died. Did you forget?"
Her breath caught. No. No, she hadn't forgotten. She'd buried it. Shoved it so deep into the back of her mind that sometimes she could pretend it never happened.
But it did.
She was ten years old when her father signed those papers. When he looked at her with hollow eyes and told her she had to be strong. That this was the only way.
"That contract is void," she said, hating how her voice cracked. "I was a child. It doesn't mean anything."
"It means everything." He picked up the crumpled paper from the floor, smoothing it out against his knee. "But if you want to argue legality, we can. I have lawyers who'd love to tear apart whatever defense you think you have."
She clenched her fists. "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to sign."
"Why?" The question burst out of her. "You already have everything. My father's company, his money, his life. What more could you possibly want?"
He stood. Walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps that made her heart pound.
"You."
One word. Simple. Terrifying.
"I've waited fifteen years," he said quietly. "Watched you grow up in the shadows. Watched you struggle, survive, sell yourself in that filthy club just to keep your brother fed. And I let you. Do you know why?"
She couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.
"Because I wanted you to understand what it means to have nothing." His hand reached out, fingers brushing her jaw. "So when I gave you everything, you'd know exactly what you owed me."
She jerked her face away. "I owe you nothing."
"Sign the contract, Amelia."
"No."
His expression didn't change, but something shifted in the air. Something dangerous.
"Where's Dan?" he asked.
Her blood went cold.
"What?"
"Your brother." He tilted his head. "Where is he right now?"
Panic clawed up her throat. "He's safe. He's out of the city, away from all this."
"Is he?"
No. No, no, no.
"What did you do?" She lunged at him, fingers curling into his shirt. "What did you do to him?"
He caught her wrists easily. Held them against his chest. "Nothing. Yet."
The word hung between them like a blade.
"Sign the contract," he said again. "Or I'll make sure Dan never makes it home."
She wanted to scream. Wanted to claw his eyes out, wanted to run, wanted to do anything except stand here and feel her world collapse around her again.
But she couldn't.
Because he had Dan.
He always had Dan.
"You're a monster," she whispered.
"I know." He released her wrists, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pen. Silver. Expensive. The kind of pen that signed away lives.
He held it out to her.
Her hands shook as she took it. The metal was cold against her palm.
"How long?" she asked, staring at the document on the table. "How long do you want me for?"
"Six months."
Six months. Half a year of her life, owned by the man who destroyed everything.
"And after that?"
"We'll see."
That wasn't an answer. That was a trap with no exit.
She looked down at the contract. The words blurred together. Terms and conditions she didn't want to read because she already knew what they said.
Her body. Her time. Her obedience.
All his.
"If I sign this," she said slowly, "you leave Dan alone. You let him live his life without looking over his shoulder."
"Yes."
"You promise?"
He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "I promise."
Lies. Everything that came out of his mouth was a lie. But what choice did she have?
She pressed the pen to paper.
Her signature came out shaky. Uneven. Like her hand was trying to rebel even as her mind forced it forward.
When she finished, she dropped the pen. It clattered against the table.
"Good girl," he murmured.
She wanted to vomit.
He picked up the contract, folded it carefully, and slipped it back into the envelope. Like it was something precious. Something worth protecting.
"Now what?" she asked, her voice hollow.
"Now you move in."
Her head snapped up. "What?"
"You signed the contract. You belong to me. That means you live where I live." He walked back to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a key. "Your things will be moved by tonight."
"I didn't agree to that."
"You did." He tossed the key onto the table in front of her. "Read the contract next time before you sign it."
Rage boiled in her chest, but she swallowed it down. She had to. She had to stay calm, had to think, had to figure out how to survive this.
Six months.
She could survive six months.
And then she'd kill him.
"Can I see Dan?" she asked. "Before I move in. I want to see my brother."
Penking studied her for a long moment. Then he smiled. "No."
"You said-"
"I said I'd leave him alone. I didn't say you could see him." He buttoned his jacket, straightening the collar. "You'll see him when I decide you've earned it."
"You bastard."
"Careful." His voice dropped. "You're mine now, Amelia. That means you speak to me with respect. Understand?"
She bit down on her tongue hard enough to taste blood.
"Understand?" he repeated.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Her stomach turned. "Yes, Alpha."
His smile widened. "Good. Now go home. Pack your things. A car will pick you up at eight."
He turned away, dismissing her like she was nothing.
She grabbed the key from the table and walked toward the door. Her legs felt like lead. Every step was a fight.
When she reached for the handle, his voice stopped her.
"Amelia."
She didn't turn around.
"Welcome home."
The door closed behind her with a soft click.
She stood in the hallway, surrounded by his guards, his people, his world.
And she realized something.
She wasn't just trapped.
She was already gone.
Her fingers curled around the key in her hand. Cold. Sharp. Heavy.
Six months.
She'd survive six months.
And then she'd burn his entire world to the ground.
Starting with him.
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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.