THE ALPHA'S OBSESSIONs
Rejected by her mate. Bound by a blood tie. And barely alive.
Lara Wolfhart should have been free... but the bond tying her to a monster won't let her go. When Alpha Kael the most feared wolf in Moonshine Pack finds her on the brink of death, he doesn't just save her. He claims her.
But protection comes at a cost. Her past isn't finished with her. Her enemies are closer than she thinks. And the man who once rejected her refuses to let her go... even in death.
One Alpha. One broken girl. One forbidden bond.
Will Lara survive... or will the pack world break her completely?
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Chapter 1
"Where the hell is she?"
Beta Kieran's voice cuts through the house like a shotgun blast, and my stomach drops because, of course, he's talking about me the lone miserable servant still breathing under this roof of insanity.
I groan quietly and drag myself up from the floor, grabbing the cleaning basket like it's some kind of lifeline. Technically, it is. If my hands aren't busy, someone always finds another way to remind me how useless I am.
Kieran spots me immediately. His lips curl like a predator that's just found wounded prey. He storms toward me, grabbing my arm so hard his nails scrape across my cheek.
I don't scream.
Years of surviving this circus have trained me well.
Keep your mouth shut. Keep your eyes on the floor.
Breathe quietly. Speak only when spoken to. Move only when commanded. Pain is routine. Humiliation is standard. Survival is optional if you screw up.
"Alpha Kael and I are expecting a guest, and somehow, magically, you've still managed to screw up the office!" Beta Kieran snarls, each word dripping with venom.
I tighten my grip on the cleaning basket.
For a brief moment, I imagine swinging it at his face, hard enough to break his nose. The fantasy lasts less than a second. Kieran is faster, stronger, and far more cruel than I could ever afford to challenge. One wrong move and I'd spend another week without food... or chained in the cellar again.
"Do you even understand how crucial this is?" he continues. "Alpha Kael. The alliance. His pack"
The rest of his rant fades into noise.
I stare at the floor instead. Answering him would only give him another reason to hurt me.
Still, one name echoes in my mind.
Alpha Kael.
Rumors about him spread through every pack territory like wildfire. Crimson eyes. Ruthless.
Powerful. The kind of Alpha whose presence alone could make lesser wolves bow their heads.
Leader of the largest pack in existence. Feared by wolves smart enough to stay out of his way.
And here I am... staring at a cleaning basket while my life continues to rot around me.
Kieran shoves me forward roughly, his nails digging into my shoulder like shards of ice as he pushes me down the hallway toward the office.
"Useless wolf," he mutters before disappearing.
I bite the inside of my cheek, swallowing the anger burning in my chest. Screaming would only make things worse.
The office door slams shut behind me.
I sink slowly to the floor, staring around the room. It's spotless. Perfect. Every surface gleams like it belongs in a palace instead of this cursed pack house.
Perfect enough for a powerful Alpha to judge.
Perfect enough for someone to decide my fate without a second thought.
I exhale shakily.
Eighteen years old.
Technically an adult. Technically free.
Freedom.
What a joke.
Four years later, I'm still here. A ghost. A servant. A mistake with a pulse.
A quiet throat clears behind me.
My body freezes.
I'm not alone.
Slowly, I turn my head.
And there he is.
Alpha Kael.
He's sitting comfortably in one of the chairs like he owns the room-and maybe the entire pack house along with it. His dark hair is slicked back neatly, and a glass of whiskey rests lazily in his hand. But it's his eyes that steal the air from my lungs.
Crimson.
Not dark brown. Not amber.
Red.
They glow faintly under the dim light, studying me with lazy amusement, like he already knows every secret I've tried to bury.
"Is this how you greet visiting Alphas?" he asks.
His voice is calm. Smooth.
Dangerous.
My heart begins to pound violently in my chest.
"I...I'm sorry," I whisper quickly, scrambling to my feet. "I thought I was alone."
Of course he doesn't introduce himself. Someone like him wouldn't need to.
"Step forward," he says.
The simple command makes my throat tighten.
If Kieran sees me standing this close to him... I'll be punished later. I know it.
Still, disobeying an Alpha would be worse.
My legs tremble as I obey.
I expect pain.
Humiliation.
Maybe even death.
Instead, Kael tilts his head slightly, studying me like I'm something strange he's just discovered.
"You smell... off," he says slowly. "And yet... you're a wolf."
I nod weakly.
Most wolves laugh when they realize what I am.
Most of them hate me even more once they learn the truth.
"Speak when addressed," he growls softly.
"Yes," I whisper immediately, panic clawing its way up my throat.
Mistakes pile up in my chest like bricks.
"Why do you smell strange?" he continues. "And why didn't you sense me?"
I hesitate.
The truth is messy. Dangerous.
"My... abilities were sealed," I mutter quietly.
That answer is simple enough to avoid further questions.
For a moment, Kael says nothing. Then he leans forward slowly, placing his glass down with a soft clink.
"Who would do that?"
"Punishment," I whisper.
The word tastes bitter on my tongue.
Memories of my twin sister Liora flicker painfully in my mind. Her smile. Her laughter. The moment everything went wrong.
Before Kael can question me further, the office door suddenly swings open.
Beta Kieran storms inside.
"Liora! What the hell are you doing in my office?" he snaps immediately.
Kael doesn't even flinch.
"She was showing me in," he says smoothly.
Kieran freezes.
I know that look on his face. I'll pay for this later.
"Go fetch Alpha Jarek," he orders me harshly. "Our guest is here."
I nod quickly and rush out before anyone can change their mind.
The dining hall is quiet when I arrive.
"Alpha Jarek wants you," I say softly. "The guest has arrived."
The newspaper slams down on the table.
Dark eyes glare up at me.
My brother.
"Lucky the Alpha sent you," he mutters coldly. "Otherwise you'd be skipping meals again."
His hand suddenly grabs my hair, yanking my head back painfully.
The message is clear.
Remember your place.
Minutes later, I'm back in the office holding a tray of champagne.
My hands tremble as I begin pouring drinks.
Kael suddenly takes the bottle from me.
"I can manage," he says calmly.
Heat rushes to my cheeks not embarrassment, not pride. Just fear.
I should've been faster. More invisible.
But I've never been perfect. My scars prove that.
Kael's gaze shifts toward my brother.
"She's your sister?"
Jarek's jaw tightens. "She is."
Kael raises a brow. "Then why do you treat her like shit?"
The room goes silent.
No one dares answer.
Finally Kieran scoffs.
"She killed Liora."
My eyes shut instantly.
The accusation still hurts even after all these years.
"Responsible... how?" Kael asks quietly.
"She poisoned her," Kieran mutters.
Don't breathe. Don't react.
Kael steps closer and grabs my chin, forcing me to look up. His fingers slide from my jaw to my throat, gripping it just enough to remind me how fragile I am.
"You killed her?"
"I was ten," I whisper weakly. "I just wanted to make lemonade."
Memories flash painfully in my mind Liora's laughter, her sudden scream, the chaos that followed.
Kael glances toward Kieran.
"Hardly seems fair to blame a child."
"A ten-year-old should know better," Kieran snaps.
Kael ignores him. His crimson eyes return to me.
"A wolf should sense another wolf," he says slowly. "So why didn't you sense me?"
My stomach twists.
"My abilities were sealed," I whisper again.
"By whom?"
"My brother."
The words hang heavily in the air.
Kael studies me for a long moment. Then he leans closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur.
"Interesting."
Kieran suddenly explodes. "You"
"Enough," Kael interrupts sharply. "She's alive. That's more than your pack deserves."
Kieran's face turns red with rage, but he stays silent.
Kael's attention drifts back to me.
His eyes narrow slightly.
He inhales slowly. Once. Then again.
Something in his expression changes.
The amusement disappears.
Replaced by something darker.
"What..." he murmurs quietly, "...is that scent?"
My blood runs cold.
Kieran frowns. "What scent?"
But Kael isn't looking at him anymore.
He's staring directly at me like I'm the answer to a mystery he just discovered.
His grip tightens slightly as he pulls me closer.
"You're not just a wolf," he says slowly.
The entire room falls silent.
My heart stops.
Because if Alpha Kael realizes what I truly am...
Then the secret I've spent ten years hiding will finally destroy me.
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To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia.
It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping.
But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished.
She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug.
She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago.
The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash.
Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name.
She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant.
I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead.
I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye.
"Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you."
Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth.
"Prove it," he growled.
I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip.
8.0
For Claire, Christmas has always been about survival. She only wanted to keep life steady for her daughter Emma after heartbreak and loss. Moving to a quiet snowy town was meant to be a fresh start, not the beginning of something new for her heart.
Jack, a widowed single father, has built his world around his children. He has hidden his own longing for love beneath duty and routine. But when Claire and Emma step into his life, the walls he carefully built begin to melt away like snow under the winter sun.
As festive lights glow and snow falls gently around them, Claire and Jack discover laughter, warmth, and the kind of connection they never thought they would feel again. Their children bond, their hearts open, and slowly, a friendship begins to grow into something far deeper.
But love after loss is never simple. Can Claire trust her heart again. Can Jack embrace the future instead of living in the past.
This Christmas, two families are given a second chance to heal, to hope, and to find themselves forever in each other's arms.
Christmas in Your Arms is a heartwarming holiday romance filled with tender moments, snowy nights, and the magic of love that feels like coming home.
7.3
She was sent to destroy him.
A man feared in the shadows, a mafia lord whose name alone commanded power and blood. Serafina Dunes had one mission: send Rapheal Dekoms to hell.
Murdered by her husband's mistress, Yuanita Serra was ripped from life before her time-only to be reborn as a missionier, and her first task was to kill Rapheal Dekoms. But fate had other plans. What was meant to be a deadly mission became a dangerous game of desire and hate, where every glance and every touch ignited a fire she couldn't control-and threatened to unravel everything he had ever built.
7.1
I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage.
She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose.
Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me.
So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell.
Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more.
I thought graduation meant freedom from him.
I was wrong.
Now he's my stepbrother.
He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me.
But hate isn't clean anymore.
It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more.
He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue.
I call him every name I can think of under my breath.
How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?
7.6
I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic.
The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn.
Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me.
"I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret.
He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path.
Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse.
I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking.
What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K.
Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.
7.0
Kael Draven died in the most humiliating way possible.
Run over... while trying to save a piece of fried chicken.
But death was not the end.
When he opens his eyes, Kael finds himself reborn in a world of magic, monsters, and powerful mages. There is only one problem.
He is the weakest mage in the academy.
No talent. No skills. No magic that actually works.
But just when everything seems hopeless, Kael discovers something strange.
His luck... is completely broken.
Spells miss him by accident. Enemies defeat themselves. Disasters turn into miracles. Every mistake somehow becomes a perfect victory.
People start to notice.
A genius. A hidden master. A terrifying prodigy.
The more Kael tries to explain, the worse the misunderstandings become.
"I tripped," Kael insists.
"They call it flawless execution."
As rumors spread and powerful enemies begin to watch him, Kael is pulled into conflicts far beyond his understanding. From academy duels to world-shaking wars, his so-called "luck" begins to reveal something far more dangerous.
Because this power is not random.
And Kael might not be its first owner.
Now hunted by those who fear him, trusted by those who believe in him, and followed by a mysterious silver-haired mage who refuses to look away...
Kael must survive a world that thinks he is a genius.
Even if he knows the truth.
"I am not strong," Kael says.
The world disagrees.