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Her back arched as Gabriel's fingers tightened around her waist, holding her steady while Paxton's mouth moved lower, his breath hot against her inner thigh.
"You don't get to run from this," Gabriel growled against her throat, his voice like silk over steel. "Not from us."
Carlotta moaned, helpless between their bodies. Gabriel was behind her, his hand tangled in her hair, lips claiming the curve of her neck. His hardness pressed against her from behind while Paxton knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs like he owned them. Like he owned her.
"I never said I wanted to run," she breathed, lost in the pull of them both.
Paxton smirked, his lips glistening. "Then let us wreck you."
And they did.
Gabriel entered her from behind with a rough, punishing thrust, forcing a cry from her lips that was swallowed by Paxton's kiss. She was sandwiched between them. Gabriel's deep, commanding rhythm; Paxton's slow, sinful teasing as his mouth roamed down her chest, taking his time with her breasts.
The heat built fast. Her body trembled with each movement, the slick slide of skin on skin, their grunts, her gasps. Her fingers clawed at Paxton's chest while Gabriel gripped her hips tighter, his voice a snarl against her skin.
"You like being ruined by both of us?" Gabriel asked.
"She loves it," Paxton answered for her, licking a line up her stomach. "Don't you, baby?"
Carlotta couldn't speak. Her climax crashed through her like a lightning strike, sharp, explosive, raw. Her moan echoed in the room, vibrating against Paxton's lips, as Gabriel cursed and followed right after her.
For a moment, everything stilled. Their bodies tangled. Their heartbeats synced.
Then...
She gasped awake.
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Chapter 1
The whispers hissed around me like a nest of angry snakes, their venomous accusations biting at my ears, yet I kept my head lowered, my gaze fixed on Dante’s casket. The white lilies seemed to mock me, their purity a cruel reminder of everything I’d lost—my innocence, my dignity, my freedom.
Why, Moon Goddess? Why did you curse me with this pathetic omega fate?
My thick-rimmed glasses slipped down the bridge of my nose, and I pushed them back up quickly, trembling fingers betraying my fear. Dante's family was watching me closely, eager for any sign of weakness—any excuse to punish me further.
Look at her, just sitting there like she lost something precious," Dante's aunt spat venomously, eyeing me as though I were a filthy insect. "She's probably glad he's dead.
Ungrateful brat!" his cousin Elena snapped bitterly. "She should be on her knees, thanking Dante's corpse for feeding her worthless omega family for two years.
Omega family. The words stung because that's what they believed—that I was just another weak omega whose father had sold her to pay his debts.
My fingers curled around the edge of my skirt, nails biting into my palm as humiliation stung my cheeks. Two years of hell flashed in vivid colors through my mind, bringing back the shadows I'd fought desperately to bury.
Two years ago. I was just sixteen, trembling in the dark, the night my father's weakness sentenced me to Alpha Dante's bed. I never knew that last night would be my last torment night and Dante’s last day of his life.
FLASHBACK
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I jolted awake, my heart racing as I heard the pounding at my door. Before I could reach for the handle, it swung violently open, revealing Dante's towering frame, reeking of whiskey and Alpha dominance that made my fake omega persona cringe in terror.
Carlotta," he drawled, voice thick with Alpha command, eyes wild and hungry. "Thought you'd lock me out, did you?
I stepped back, hands trembling, words caught in my throat. At sixteen, I was still learning to suppress my true nature, still fighting the urge to show him what a real predator looked like. "Please, Dante. You're drunk—"
Shut your mouth," he snapped, his Alpha voice forcing an involuntary whimper from my throat—not because I was truly submitting, but because I had to make him believe I was the weak omega he'd bought. "You're mine, remember? Bought and paid for. Your pathetic father's debt, my precious little omega whore.
Alpha Dante Alessi—the most ruthless pack leader in the city, known for his cruelty and complete dominance over those weaker than him. And I was supposed to be just another omega, broken and submissive under his control.
No—" I gasped, backing away until the backs of my knees hit the bed, forcing me to sit. My pulse thundered wildly as fear clawed up my throat, choking me. "Please—
He moved with Alpha speed, capturing my wrists roughly, twisting them until I whimpered. He used his silk tie, binding my wrists tight above my head, laughing cruelly at my helplessness.
Fight me and you'll regret it, sweetheart." His palm cracked hard across my cheek, the Alpha strength behind it snapping my head to the side as heat exploded over my skin. "Your omega blood knows its place.
Dante, stop!" I cried desperately, tears welling, shame burning deep within me. My wolf howled inside, demanding I fight back, demanding I show him that I wasn't the weak omega he thought I was.
Quiet," he hissed. His fingers sank into my hair, dragging my head back sharply, forcing me to stare into his cold, mocking Alpha gaze. "Everything about you—every inch of your pathetic little omega body—is mine. Never forget that.
His brutal touch ripped my gown from my trembling body, exposing me. His Alpha eyes roamed cruelly, a predator savoring his prey, every inch of me burning under his merciless scrutiny. He slapped my thighs apart, sinking his teeth sharply into my neck—not a true mating bite, but a marking that branded me as his property.
Beautiful omega," he sneered mockingly, fingers bruising my skin. "But worthless. Your father knew exactly how little his omega daughter was worth when he handed you over to a real Alpha.
I cried out in agony and shame as he claimed me, violent and ruthless, using his Alpha strength to overpower what he believed was a helpless omega. My innocence shattered beneath his merciless possession, my wolf screaming in rage at the forced submission.
You belong to me," he groaned darkly in my ear, his Alpha dominance crushing my spirit further with every hateful thrust. "Always. No other Alpha will ever want you after this.
He finally discarded me onto the bed, bruised and aching, a sobbing mess. I curled into a shaking ball, humiliation searing every nerve, my true nature buried so deep I could barely feel it anymore.
Remember this," Dante's Alpha voice dripped with cruel satisfaction. "The only reason your worthless omega mother has a roof over her head is because I allow it. Disobey me, Carlotta, and her head will roll. An Alpha's word is law.
I nodded numbly, sobbing silently into the pillow, playing the broken omega perfectly.
He buttoned his shirt casually, smoothing his jacket with sickening Alpha arrogance. "Good. Now, I'm leaving for a business trip. Don't even think of running, little omega. It's been two years; you know I always find what's mine."
He left, slamming the door behind him, leaving me broken and trembling. Yet fate, in its twisted irony, granted him one final journey—a trip from which the ruthless Alpha would never return.
The next day, news flashed across the screen: Alpha Dante's car had plunged off a cliff, taking his life instantly.
My chains had been shattered. And yet, I felt trapped still, bound to a nightmare that would never release me fully.
The harsh slap of a suitcase landing at my feet jolted me back to the present. My eyes widened, snapping up to meet Elena's vicious smirk.
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Calyra Veyne the woman they never meant to awaken him.
Calyra the daughter of the Tidecliffs' Alpha, was presented to marry the usurper High King, Alpha Therion. To strengthen her father's pack. But when her cursed flame was revealed - a mark lowlier than even an omega wolf- she was rejected, humiliated, her mother killed, pronounced as a sex slave and she was thrown into the cell of the brutal, silent beast.. A man locked away from the world from over a century, the most powerful Alpha King in history, but her scent calls to what's left of his soul.
A ruthless Alpha, An unquenchable sexual heat.
Fated and Chained to the Beastly Alpha King is the dark romance you'll never recover from.
7.2
She was collateral. A silent bride in a five-billion-dollar deal, bound by a contract that stripped her of her name and her voice. He was Austin Walton. A ruthless billionaire who viewed his new wife not as a partner, but as an asset with a depreciating value.
His plan was simple: use her to secure his empire, then discard her.
Her plan was simpler: survive him.
But on their wedding night, something changes. The terrified girl he expected is replaced by a woman with cold fire in her eyes, a woman who can do the math faster than his analysts and anticipate his enemies' moves before they happen. She dismantles her own family's treachery from the inside out, turning his wedding into a corporate battlefield where she is the undisputed victor.
Austin bought a pawn for his chessboard. He's about to discover he married his queen. And in this game of power, the only rule is winner takes all.
7.4
Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery.
Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets.
The question is: Are they really human or vampires?
This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust.
In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery.
Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts.
At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long.
Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities.
The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled.
Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.
8.5
My mate, the Alpha, was planning to replace me. He was terrified of the family curse that took his mother in childbirth, and he decided his human lover, Lila, was a safer bet to carry his heir.
The plan was as cruel as it was calculated. He was throwing me a lavish birthday party, not to celebrate me, but to create a public stage for my rejection. He told his most trusted men he would break our sacred bond and install Lila as his new mate right after.
The humiliation was a constant, public execution. He flaunted Lila at every turn, and for a tiny scrape on her hand, he performed a sacred life-force ritual meant only for a dying mate, a blasphemy that horrified our pack. At a formal dinner, Lila announced she was pregnant, and he fled with her when I demanded the rejection he had planned all along.
Later that night, through the agony of our bond, I felt him kiss her. It was a passionate, claiming kiss that finally shattered my heart. He thought I was too gentle to fight back, a willing sacrifice for the good of the pack.
He was wrong. Using his own rage against him, I twisted the rite and severed our bond myself. The next morning, I signed his papers, took none of his blood money, and walked out of his life forever, leaving him to the future he'd built on a bed of lies.
7.1
The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown.
Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity.
"I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered.
Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside.
To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean.
For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead.
Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn—a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her.
She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo.
But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad.
Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention.
When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished.
Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.
7.2
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze.
Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist.
She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before.
"This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late.
I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air.
I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon.
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.