
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 7
Astrid's POV
I had lost my mind.
How did I know that I had lost my mind?
Because with Alpha Jaxon looking down at me, his eyes a stormy gray that hinted at annoyance and his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, all I could think about at this point was how handsome he looked.
His scent was undoubtedly the best thing I had smelt. He smelt like cedar, sweet wine and so undeniably male. I could get lost in his eyes and his hair, I was just dying to touch to feel if it was as soft as it looked.
I felt a tingle work itself up my body.
A growl escaped Alpha Jaxon and his gaze darkened, his arms around me tightening making me gasp out in pain.
"When I am talking to you, I expect a response."
My lips parted. "I."
But what did I have to say? What would I tell him and where would I start from and where would I end?
I couldn't tell him about the fact that I left the pack house without telling him why and the last thing I wanted was for him to also find out that I was royalty and try to use me like Xavier had planned to with his father.
No, I had to tell him something entirely different but what bothered me about that was the fact l felt like he would know if I was lying.
I found my voice looking into those gray depths. "I am Xavier's mate."
I saw something spark into life in Alpha Jaxon's gaze.
"Was his mate." I clarified. "He rejected me the moment he found out because he believes I am an omega and not good enough for him."
Talking about it refreshed the entire situation in my mind. How he had rejected me so easily.
He said that I was worthless when actually it was the reverse that was the case depending on how one looked at it.
Considering the fact that I was the daughter of the Alpha king and he wasn't even the Alpha of his pack yet, I outranked him.
I felt tears build in my eyes as I looked at Alpha Jaxon who just watched me intently.
"Even before we discovered we were mates, he abused me and humiliated me at every chance he got so I got angry and left the pack."
I still didn't regret my decision despite my current rather precarious situation and the fact that I had gotten kidnapped. If there was anything that I would do over again, it would be to choose a better hotel to pass the night or to have continued my journey into the night.
Alpha Jaxon raised a questioning eyebrow as though to ask me if a ransom had been put on my head for that reason alone.
I shrugged slightly, a smile coming to my lips at the thought of what I had done.
"I might have also pushed Xavier's favorite car into a lake and bashed his girlfriend's car."
Alpha Jaxon's eyes widened momentarily as though I had shocked him and I was glad to note that I rather liked the thought of surprising him.
Alpha Jaxon's shocked look faded to that of disbelief and doubt.
"Is he the one who put the bounty out on you? What rank does he have in the pack to do something like that?"
Now it was my turn to be shocked that he didn't know who Xavier was although I made sure not to let it on.
How was this possible? I thought all Alphas knew themselves. I suddenly recalled how Alpha Finn always put in so much effort to remain unnoticed by Alpha Jaxon.
Was it possible that he had also hidden the identity of Xavier so that he could spring him up when it was time to take the throne of my father the Alpha King?
I thought quickly. If he found out that I was the mate of the heir to the Moonshadow pack then he could let me go because I was too much trouble.
"He has close ties with the Alpha and the heir of the Moonshadow pack."
Alpha Jaxon narrowed his eyes at me. His grip on me tightened almost threateningly.
I was surprised to feel the entwining of fear and arousal within me.
Alpha Jaxon snarled at me baring his teeth.
"You had better not be lying to me or there will be consequences."
I swallowed hard, making eye contact with him so as not to further rouse his suspicions.
"I'm not lying. Please believe me. Anyone at the Moonshadow pack can attest to my story."
And I was right. It wasn't really a lie. Xavier was close to the Alpha of the Moonshadiw pack being his son and he was close to the heir of the Moonshadow pack seeing as he was the heir himself.
I must have sounded like I was telling the truth because Alpha Jaxon frowned slightly, his brows furrowed.
"If all of that was true then your exmate is a fool."
I blinked at him, surprised by his words. He never struck me as the sentimental type that would curse out someone simply for how they related to me.
He inhaled sharply making goosebumps break out across my skin from how class se he was to me.
"You don't smell like an omega but an Alpha." He said the words with a faintly confused and intrigued air.
I was struggling to think at this point because was it just me or had the car gotten like ten degrees hotter?
"I don't?"
His hands slipped from my shoulders where he'd held me down, one hand drifting to my waist, the other hovering dangerously close to my breasts.
Alpha Jaxon dipped his head in the juncture between my neck and my shoulder.
"You smell like dominance,"
His voice was deeper and it went straight to my core, I barely stopped myself from moaning. What the hell was wrong with me?
He dipped his head again, his hot breath moving over my skin making a small gasp escape me.
A growl left Alpha Jaxon's lips and he moved us faster than I could exclaim in shock pulling me partly under him on the seat.
In that movement, I felt him settle between my legs. Felt his hardness against me.
Another moan escaped me and I couldn't find the strength within myself to hold it in.
He slid his hand into my hair, fisting it in a way that was just shy of painful but extremely hot.
Then Alpha Jaxon dropped a kiss on my neck making me shiver before whispering against my skin.
"You smell like berries and wildflowers."
No one has ever spoken to me like that. With that dangerously sensual voice and something even rarer, honesty. It melted my heart and very nearly disintegrated my panties.
I opened my eyes that I had not realized had fallen shut to see his hooded eyes staring at me with undiminished desire.
"Alpha Jaxon." I meant to call his name to bring him back to himself but it came out as a low drawn-out moan.
I saw a look of dark amusement and intense pride come over his face.
"You are so aroused by my touch, Astrid. If I touch you, will I find you wet?"
I think I had a mini orgasm at the sound of my name on his lips. It was official. I was going to lose my virginity in the backseat of a car with a heartless Alpha who wanted me to have his child in exchange for 50,000 USD.
And the scariest part was that I was going to enjoy it. Hell, I might even be an active participant.
There was. just something about Alpha Jaxon that made me unsure of who I was outside his touch.
My silence seemed to be insufficient to satisfy his curiosity and his hand began to drift lower.
Over my belly, lower abdomen. he began to lift the shirt up to slip his hands beneath the leggings I wore underneath.
This was where my hand of its own accord caught his stopping his descent.
"We." I panted through my words, my inner thighs trembling at the thought of his fingers inside me. I needed him now. "I. We are just getting to know each other-"
He didn't let me finish before pulling my hands off his, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"No one says no to me, pet."
Then he slid his hand directly over me on top of the leggings making me gasp sharply, the wet sound from the movement slightly louder than my gasp.
I was so wet that I had soaked through the leggings. Alpha Jaxon smirked at me and the car came to a stop.
He started hovering above me for a few seconds, his eyes in contact with mine, the scent of my arousal thick in the air.
He removed his hands from me straightening and as if on cue, the car door opened and he shoved me out such that Beta Caleb broke my fall.
He didn't even look at me.
"Take her to the pack doctor to check her ovulation and put her on the list."
What list was he talking about?
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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."
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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.