
The Alpha's Princess Surrogate
Astrid turned and her jaw nearly dropped in shock. "Xavier?"
Her forherr mate, who ever bullied her with his bitch for thousands of time and rejected her without any hestiation, while smiled at her brightly. "I'm here to take you home."
"I am not going back with you."
"You have no choice. "
Xavier pulled her arm and yanked her forward ignoring her struggles.
Suddenly, a deep and cold voice interrupted them.
"Am I interrupting you two?"
Both of them were looking back. It was Alpha Jaxon.
The most powerful and crueless Alpha in the world, who owned Astrid as his surroagte.
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Alpha Jaxon placed her directly on top of the librarian's massive desk. His hands began to wander all over her body touching her neck, her breasts, squeezing her ass.
"Alpha Jaxon." His name left her lips as a moan before she was even conscious of what she was saying.
He began to push up the voluminous skirts of her gown pulling her to the edge of the desk where he pressed up against her, his erection rubbing against her and making her feel so darn hot.
She moaned even louder and Alpha Jaxon kissed the top of her breasts making her shiver.
When he raised his head, his eyes were darker and his voice laboured.
"Today is your ovulation day, right?"
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Chapter 10
Alpha Jaxon's POV
I saw the shock spread across their faces as they processed my presence.
The man who held Astrid in his arms let go of her slightly, probably from the shock but that was all she needed to pull away and race away from him to hide behind me.
This close, I could perceive his scent on her and it enraged me. How dare this man touch what wasn't his?
If not for my need to check up on Astrid after the librarian had informed me via the pack link of her leaving Astrid alone in the library, I would have never known.
This rage I was feeling was unfamiliar.
I didn't even know Astrid all that well but I was bothered. Bothered was an understatement. I felt undeniably possessive about her.
She was mine. I had bought her straight and clear and she had also agreed to our bargain.
The man in front of me looked and smelled strangely familiar and there was the look he had been giving Astrid.
I was willing to bet that this was her former mate who had been stupid enough to let go of someone like Astrid. I would never make the same mistakes as he had.
I called out to my men who were already in the library.
"Seize him!"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He spoke up finally, his voice aiming for brash and lackadaisical but his nervousness crept into his words. "I am the heir to the Moonshadow pack."
I hid my surprise. No wonder he smelt familiar. Like his father. So Astrid had lied to me in the car as I had suspected. I would deal with her punishment later.
I lifted an eyebrow unimpressed at the sight of Finn's son.
"And that matters to me how exactly?"
Xavier seemed flustered by the fact that I wasn't immediately bowing over just because of who his father was. "No matter how powerful you are, Alpha Jaxon, even you cannot kill the heir of an Alpha unprovoked."
Did he really believe that nonsense? No wonder he had been fearless enough to sneak into my property. Someone's head would also roll for that later.
"You have trespassed on my property, boy." My annoyance with him was also growing. "You have also touched another of my property without permission. I am well within my rights to kill you immediately."
"Your property?" Xavier seemed confused initially. Then he seemed to understand what I was saying as his gaze cleared and panic returned.
He moved forward trying to Astrid from behind me.
"Astrid, tell him that I am your mate!"
Her grip on the back of my shirt tightened.
I growled at Xavier. "Talk to me, boy, not her."
Xavier turned to me, obviously annoyed at being ignored by Astrid.
"Call me boy one more freaking time and I will-"
"You will what? What can you do to me?"
I interrupted him. Had he been about to threaten me? Goddess, the boy was more than beyond dumb.
I took a slight step up to him, enough to scare him but not enough to dislodge Astrid's grip on my shirt.
"You are weak and pathetic. Same as your father. Even if I were to kill you right now, your family would be unable to do anything about it."
Xavier's voice shook as he responded to me and the light whiff of his fear hit my nostrils.
"You will start a war."
I folded my hands.
"And I will end it. I will add the Moonshadow pack lands to mine and your names will be forgotten."
Xavier growled at me, his eyes growing darker. "Over my dead body."
I smirked at him.
"As you wish. Lock him up, Caleb."
"Yes, Alpha."
Caleb began to move forward quickly.
Xavier threw one more look in my direction but not at me, at Astrid perhaps.
"I'll come back for you, my mate."
Then he was running. There was only one door in and out of the library and I and my men were blocking it but I shouldn't have bothered because he ran and shifted mid-leap, breaking the biggest window in the library escaping through.
"Go after him and don't return without him dead or alive. " I ordered my men and Caleb and some others went after him through the windows also shifting as well.
The rest of my guards went out through the door to circle him leaving Astrid and me alone.
She sagged against my back as though she were tired but I was far from done with her.
"You lied to me."
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Astrid's POV
"Huh?"
I paused at Alpha Jacin's words. What did he mean by saying that I lied?
That was when it came to me. How I had beaten around the bush to explain the tie of Xavier to the Moonshadow pack. Xavier's true identity.
Oh Goddess, I was so done for.
Alpha Jaxon didn't wait for me to respond before his hand wrapped around my arm removing my fingers from the back of his shirt to pull me in front of him.
His steely eyes glared at me without even a hint of forgiveness in them.
"Are all the words from your mouth lies?"
I couldn't meet his eyes. I was too ashamed and scared.
"I'm sorry."
He seemed confused. "Sorry?"
I folded my hands together anxiously running my fingers together.
"I thought that you would give me back to Xavier if you knew he was my mate as well as the heir of the Moonshadow pack."
Alpha Jaxon released a sigh then his hand went to my hair and I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for him to pull on it or hit me.
Instead, Alpha Jaxon simply stroked my hair like I was a child but the way he looked at me was anything but that. His gaze was burning me up from the inside out.
"And why would I do that?" He said finally and I was left scrambling for words.
With him being an Alpha like them I thought they would have more in common and it would be a smarter deal for him to give me to them and simply find another surrogate.
Alpha Jaxon was still stroking my hair.
"I've told you that I do not care for what the Moonshadow pack thinks." He pulled me close to him with one smooth movement and my breath caught as he spoke directly into my ear softly. "Only what you can do for me."
The feel of his breath against my skin made me shiver or it might have been the cold air coming in from the broken window courtesy of Xavier.
Alpha Haxon dropped a kiss on my exposed neck and my body melted against his.
"Are you cold? Do you want me to warm you up?"
He didn't wait for my response before his hands began to wander all over my body touching my neck, my breasts, squeezing my ass.
"Alpha Jaxon." His name left my lips as a moan before I was even conscious of what I was saying.
He kissed my neck again and this time, his tongue darted out tasting me and licking the salt off my skin. "You smell divine."
My fingers were buried in his hair now even though I had no conscious memory of even touching it.
"Please." I moaned.
I didn't know what I was asking for. I had never been with anyone like this but he seemed to understand what I couldn't say as he lifted me, his hands going under my ass.
He placed me directly on top of the librarian's massive desk. My cheeks flushed but he wasn't even done yet.
He began to push up the voluminous skirts of my gown pulling me to the edge of the desk where he pressed up against me, his erection rubbing against me and making me feel so darn hot.
I moaned louder and Alpha Jaxon kissed the top of my breasts making me shiver.
When he raised his head, his eyes were darker and his voice laboured.
"Today is your ovulation day, right?"
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.

8.8
Alpha King Sergius of the Northern Territories is cursed to go mad during the seventh blood moon which is just one year away. Pressured into political marriage, he seeks escape at a dingy bar where he meets Fiona, a downtrodden waitress who awakens as his true mate during their one-night stand. His vicious rejection sends her fleeing into the arms of his estranged brother, Alpha Cyprius of the Southern Territories. Years later, when Sergius discovers only his true mate can break the curse, he must win back the woman who now loves his brother.

8.8
Omega Unleashed
8.8
"Know your place slave. Alpha Carter will never want you. The next time I catch you trying to seduce him, I'll destroy your face."
******
Elena Reed's life is turned upside down when she's found at the scene of a murder with her hands coated in blood.
In an instant, her status is changed from omega to pack slave.
Now a decade later, the alpha king is coming to her pack to search for his Luna.
Will Elena finally be able to change her fate?
Or will she cower once more, too afraid to try.

7.0
I was the fated mate of Ryker Blackwood, the future Alpha, but my lack of an awakened wolf made me a pathetic joke to his pack.
Instead of protecting me, he publicly rejected me, chose the manipulative Lilith Vane as his Luna, and locked me in a freezing dungeon.
While the entire pack cheered for their final mating ceremony above, I rotted in heavy chains below.
When a rogue attack killed our unborn pups, I reached out to him in agony, but his voice through our fading bond was like splintered ice.
"Our pups are dead. Don't bother me again."
He didn't care at all. The casual dismissal shattered my inner wolf, and I died in that filthy cell, suffocating on my own despair and a hatred so potent it burned through my last breath.
Until my last moment, I couldn't understand why my absolute devotion was met with such cruel betrayal, and why my fated mate let our children die without a second thought.
Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the dungeon.
I was back in my seventeenth year, choking on the icy water of the lake Lilith had just pushed me into.
Seeing Ryker's arrogant sneer and Lilith's fake concern on the shore, I didn't cry or beg for his attention like I did in my past life.
This time, I would publicly sever our sacred bond, awaken my true Alpha bloodline, and make them pay for every drop of my blood.

9.6
I was the devoted Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But he coldly rejected our sacred bond for a pure-blooded she-wolf, tossing me aside like garbage.
That was when a cold voice in my head revealed the horrifying truth.
"Your fate is to be rejected, a tragic footnote in their epic love story."
My entire life was a scripted prophecy controlled by a twisted entity.
According to the script, I was supposed to be locked away, my inner wolf withering from the broken bond until I died in agony.
The entity even confessed to orchestrating the murder of Alpha Gideon, the only father figure I ever had, just to keep our bloodline enslaved to this sick narrative.
I refused to be a ghost in someone else's happily ever after.
Why should my family die and my soul be erased just to serve a predetermined fate?
Instead of crying like the prophecy demanded, I tore my own soul apart to shatter the ancient Scroll of Fate, destroying the entity itself.
Opening my eyes again, I was back to being a ten-year-old child.
It was the exact day my lifelong trauma began.
"Do as I say, Elara. Do not make any more trouble for me."
My mother was trying to force me to take the blame for a bully, just to save her own reputation.
This time, I am writing the script.

7.8
I spent three years trying to be the perfect Crown Princess, enduring my husband Bradley's coldness while pouring my family's fortune into his royal projects. I truly believed our marriage was built on duty and that our adopted son, Jimmie, was the bond that held us together.
Everything changed on a stormy night when I caught Bradley in his study, calmly watching my family's trust fund documents-the entire Orozco legacy-burn to ash in the fireplace. He didn't even look guilty as he explained that I was never his partner, only a convenient bank account for the Crown.
When I lunged to save the papers, Bradley shoved me to the floor with bored indifference. Then, the ultimate betrayal walked through the door: Jimmie. My son didn't run to comfort me; he took Bradley's hand and looked at me with pure venom. Bradley sneered, revealing that Jimmie wasn't adopted at all-he was his biological son with my best friend, Icy.
"We just needed you to fund his future," Bradley said.
I was dragged out by guards and thrown into a sedan speeding toward the cliffs. At Dead Man's Curve, the driver jumped out of the moving car, leaving me to plummet into the freezing ocean. As the water filled my lungs and my life faded, I didn't feel fear. I felt a distilled, murderous hate.
I woke up gasping for air in my old bedroom, three years before the crash. It was the day of my fake infertility diagnosis, the beginning of their plan to break me.
"The Fiona who listened to you is dead," I whispered, looking at my reflection.
I didn't cry this time. Instead, I dressed in black and headed into the night to find the only man Bradley feared-the lethal, "boiling-blooded" Regent, Demian Ballard. I was going to save his life, and in return, he was going to help me burn the palace down.