The Alpha's Four Hidden Heirs
BLURB.
I try to go back to the memory and see if I could see his face but it just made my headache worse.
Fuck, this isn't good, this is not good at all. I lost my virginity to a man that I do not remember. Just listening in, I know that he's not in this room and he's probably long gone.
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Natalie Nichols lost the only parent that she knew and as if that wasn't enough, she was thrown into a new life with people who were supposed to be her family, but she barely even knew them.
A one night stand led to her destruction, her children were taken away from her and she was thought to be dead. But now she's back, more powerful and not the same weak girl as before.
Will she be able to get her children back or will she fall in love with the man that got her pregnant in the first place?
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Chapter 1
Natalie "Good girl." The stranger growls in my ear and any sort of fight I had left in me completely evaporates and I'm filled with lust. In the darkness, I kept pinching my thigh, trying to stay awake, but no matter what I did, I couldn't fight the effects of the drug surging through my body. "You're wearing to many clothes." He says and the next thing I know, he's ripping my gown off my body and I'm left in just my panties because I didn't wear a bra. He growls so loudly that the walls vibrate and I'm scared but also turned on at the same time. "I can smell how wet you are, you're turned on by the fear, aren't you, my little wolf?" He snarls in my ear. He traces his fingers between my breasts and then he leans down and closes his mouth over my left nipple, he sucks hard on it and it's like a lightening bolt runs down my spine. He continues sucking hard on my left nipple while he uses his fingers to pinch my right nipple and I let out a breathy moan. He leans up and smirks at me. "When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk." He tells me and then he pushes me on the bed. I twisted at the onslaught of pleasure, crying out. My heels dug into the bed and he did not stop, it was like he reveled in the fact that I was losing my mind, it spurred him on. His cock pressed against the slick flesh between my legs. It pulsed like it had its own heart, and I rubbed against it, enjoying its erratic twitches and searing throbbing. He pushed in. His hips moved gently as he shallowly thrusted, slowly going deeper. My back arched at the unbearable bliss. What he was doing to me shatterd my mind. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pleading for him to stop and continue at the same time. He let out a triumphant laugh and drove into me harder and faster. "Oh-my-God-" He showed no mercy as he fucked me hard against the bed and I could feel his fangs against my neck and it was almost like he was about to mark me but then he stopped and he let out a loud growl as he came inside me. The next mooning, I slowly opened my eyes and the moment my eyes opened it was like all my senses were awakened, I ached all over my body. I slowly lifted the sheets off my body, I was naked underneath the sheets. I try to go back to the memory and see the face of the man I slept with last night, but it just made my headache worse. What I remembered was someone handed me a drink. Fuck, this isn't good, this is not good at all. I lost my virginity to a man that I do not remember. I had just returned to the Moon Shadow Pack and met my father Alpha Thomas Nichols, if he finds, he will kill me! I get up from the bed to find my clothes, if I can just get my clothes and get out of here, there's a chance my father won't find out about any of this. There's a loud knock on the door and my heart falls to my stomach because I recognize the heartbeats on the other side of the door. The door opens and my father and my twin sister Yara walk in. My father looks so angry, I swear his face is as red as a tomato. "Natalie! Do you know how worried we have been? Running through the city trying to find you, now only for me to come here and find you in such a state. After your mother died, I kindly took you back to the Moon Shadow Pack. Is this how you repay me? I'm so disappointed in you Natalie." He shouts at me. "Father, I can explain, I swear it's not what it looks like." I tell him, hoping he'll give me a chance to tell him my side of the story. "Shut your mouth Natalie, I don't want to hear it. I mean I can smell the sex in the air." He shouts and the next thing I know, he's throwing an ash tray straight at me, I'm stood shocked to even move and it smacks me right in my head and I can feel the cut and smell the blood. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. "I swear I was set up," I pleaded with him but it seemed to be falling on deaf ears. "You are such a disgrace to me and to the pack and you have brought so much shame to us." My father snaps at me. I have no more words to say, his words pierce my heart and all I can do is cry, I have no one in this world anymore. "Guards." He shouts and I am shocked, did he seriously come here with guards? Two guards from the pack come into the room. "I want you to take my daughter back to the pack, use the back exit, I do not want anyone to see." He orders them. The guards make their way over to me and they grab my arms, I do my best to struggle out of their hold but they are too strong, so I stop fighting and let them drag me off. I was placed under house arrest, my father didn't let me leave the house and I had a guard on me at all times. I didn't think it could get any worse but it did. I'd been feeling sick for days-dizzy, weak, my stomach turning every morning. At first, I thought it was just the damp room or hunger. But when Father came to see me, his eyes narrowed at my pale face. "What's wrong with you?" he demanded. Before I could answer, he ordered the healer in. The moment the old woman's trembling hands pressed against my wrist, I felt the air change. Her eyes widened. Then she looked at Father. "She's... with child." My heart stopped. "No," I whispered, shaking my head, "that's not possible-I didn't-" Father's expression hardened, fury replacing every trace of pity. "Enough," he said, his voice shaking with rage. "You've shamed this Pack and tainted our name." I reached out to him, desperate, but he stepped back as if my touch burned. "From this moment on," he said coldly, "you are no longer part of the Moon Shadow Pack.. You are banished!"
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When she fought off an entitled frat boy at school and came back with a bleeding arm, Boyd didn't comfort her.
Driven by a twisted, suffocating jealousy, he held her under a freezing bath, then tied a red thread with a silver bell around her ankle.
"You are a pet that needs to learn its boundaries."
Every time she moved, the high-pitched ring was a humiliating reminder of her gilded cage. The billion-dollar debt was a chain she could never break, and the monster holding the leash would destroy anyone who dared to help her.
Stripped of her money, her friends, and her dignity, Elinor lay completely still in the dark room for three days, refusing all food and water.
If Boyd wouldn't give her freedom, she would take the only thing she had left to control—her own death.
9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
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7.4
When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married.
His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing—no money, no identity, no hope.
But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test—and twenty-three years of relentless search.
"Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."
8.7
At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died.
I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests.
He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride.
Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene.
That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground.
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
8.6
Eight years ago, Rosalyn sold herself for money, and Nathan became her first and only client.
Now, with her wedding approaching, her own fiancé sent her back to the same man.
What should have been one more humiliating transaction dragged her into Nathan's dangerous orbit again-an orbit he had no intention of letting her escape.
As her fiancé cheated and schemed, Nathan crushed him in secret.
When rumors tore at her name, he spent freely to protect her.
But just when he reached for forever, Rosalyn walked away, leaving behind a truth written in blood, loss, and the child they never got to keep.