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 2
"Looks like she was set up," Alpha Kael muttered, letting go of my throat like it had been nothing more than a toy tossed around for amusement.
His crimson eyes locked on me, sharp, calculating, terrifying. "Standard wolfsbane doesn't affect us anymore. We evolved past that centuries ago."
I blinked twice. My brain short-circuited. Wait. What? Wolfsbane? Not lethal? Not fatal? Everything I'd been taught, every trembling warning and fearful glance I'd carried since I could walk, suddenly felt like lies.
"Which only leaves... Blood of Wolfsbane," he added casually, as if naming a dessert and not a substance that could kill.
"You weren't there, Kael," Alpha Jarek spat, teeth clenched, eyes narrowing dangerously. "It was standard wolfsbane, nothing more." His gaze flicked to me with that judgmental, alpha-brother glare that reminded me why I hated being born into this family.
Kael tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Correct. You weren't there. But tell me this where would a six-year-old even get something like Blood of Wolfsbane?" My stomach dropped. My wolf, sealed for years, twitched in panic. Guilt clung to me, raw and impossible to hide.
Before Jarek could answer, Kael's gaze shifted to me. The air thickened. Every ounce of confidence I'd pretended to hold vanished. My throat went dry.
My hands itched to curl into fists, but I froze. He wasn't just an alpha; he was a storm contained in human skin, and I was about to be swept away.
"I didn't call you here to talk about your slave," Jarek snarled. "Or about... our parents ' "
Kael lifted a hand, stopping him mid rant. "I see. Then I'll leave you to your chaos," he said, calm as a lake, though there was a glint in his eyes danger, amusement, curiosity all at once. And that's when I realized the terrifying part: he didn't even blink when looking at me. Not once.
As soon as Kael stepped out, Jarek and Beta Kieran lunged at me. "What did you say to him?" Jarek demanded, slamming a hand into my stomach like he had a personal vendetta against my insides.
"N-nothing! I swear!" I gasped, curling into myself.
"He just... asked why I smelled... different."
"Did you tell him?" Kieran's voice dripped venom. I hated him so much, I fantasized for a fleeting second about ripping his throat out, but I didn't. Not yet.
"WELL?" Jarek snapped when I didn't respond fast enough, smacking my head. I forced my body upright, teeth gritting. "I didn't say it was you," I whispered, fragile.
Jarek yanked my hair back. Pain shot through my skull in sharp bursts, a reminder of every second I'd spent being "nothing" in this house. He dragged me down the hallway toward the basement. "If you've ruined this, you won't see daylight again," he hissed.
"Please..." I begged, voice trembling. "He's... he's an alpha! I had to answer him!"
And then he appeared. Alpha Kael, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, crimson eyes like fire licking through ice. My brother's grip vanished instantly, and I nearly screamed at the relief.
"I thought you had left," Jarek muttered, frustration threading his words.
"I said I would. Then I found a basement filled with your sister's... scent. Is this how you treat family?" Kael's voice was low, calm, but it pressed against my chest like a hand.
"She deserves it," Jarek snapped. "She killed our parents."
Kael's laugh was quiet, cold, merciless. "If I agree to your deal, everything becomes my business. Tell me, what punishment do you plan for her? Starvation? Beatings? Lockdown?"
"Really?" Jarek hissed. "You expect her to survive?"
Kael's eyes swept over me slowly, measuring, assessing. Underfed. Bags under tired blue eyes.
"A sister of an alpha," he murmured, voice heavy, "treated like a ghost. Regardless of what she did as a pup."
"She did it!" Jarek seethed. "But it has nothing to do with this deal!"
"That's for me to decide," Kael said, crimson gaze flicking from my brother to me. "Where is her mate? I'd like to know her thoughts."
I closed my eyes, silently praying my Luna wasn't around. Kael sneered, dismissing the question with a flick of his wrist. "On second thought... leave her out. She's likely as vile as you."
I peeked through slits. No defense. No rescue. Just me, marked, a traitor in my own home. And instead of death, my brother had sentenced me to endless suffering.
"Alpha Jarek," Kael said finally, smirking, controlled, infuriating. "I have a proposition."
Jarek's jaw clenched. "We've agreed."
"Not entirely. If you refuse, you won't get my help. You'd rather have me as an enemy, I assume?"
"You want her?" Jarek muttered, teeth gritted.
Kael's gaze shifted to me. "Yes. She comes to my pack, and then we talk terms."
My stomach dropped. Why me? I was nothing. A ghost. A mistake.
"Deal," Jarek said, sticking out his hand. Kael ignored it, cupping my face instead, thumb brushing my bottom lip. Eyes piercing, measuring, calculating. My wolf twitched inside, sensing danger... and something else.
Then he strode to the door. "One hand laid on her, and your contract will be the least of your worries," he warned, slamming the door behind him.
I bolted to my tiny bedroom. My few belongings, clothes in a bag, mocked me. Less than a minute to pack, but my mind raced. Kael's questions, his stare, the Blood of Wolfsbane... Why did he care? Why me?
By morning, we were driving to Moonshine Packhouse. Kael's men followed silently. My bag felt like dead weight. My pulse slammed against my ribs. I hid behind corners, dragging my belongings, heart hammering.
"Are you ready?" a voice called.
"Don't speak unless spoken to," another hissed behind me.
I stepped forward. Kael's eyes caught mine immediately scarlet fire, dangerous, assessing.
My wolf growled low in my mind, sensing him. Curious. Protective. Hungry.
"This isn't like the others," Kael said low, commanding. "Don't touch her. Don't stare too long."
I shivered. I knew my life had just been ripped from everything I knew. Nothing would ever be simple.
Nothing safe. And I was going to have to survive the storm that was Alpha Kael.
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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.