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My Twin Alpha Mates

My Twin Alpha Mates

Warning:18+ Do you want me to kiss or fuck you?" He asked pissing me off. "Do I look that desperate as to open my legs for you?" I fired back then held my breath when his eyes began switching from his usual color to a dark red. "You have a sweet tempting mouth. There are a lot of things I could shove in, that includes your soon to be favorite toy, do you know what that is?" He asked while moving closer. I wanted to move backward but my legs were stuck to the ground. "Do you know what your favorite toy will be?"He asked again in a low growl. "No," I answered in a sharp breath. He grabbed my hand and pressed it on his hard cock. "This, if you continue acting all smart with your mouth, you will get this shoved into your mouth." He warned as I quickly pulled back my hand back with a rapid beating heart. "I love how virgins react when they are being teased, can you now get the f**k out of my office." He demanded. I quickly looked around and noticed that I really was in his office. I turned and I was about to leave when he held my hand tightly. The tiggles that erupted between us made me feel so good and had me swallowing a moan. A cold shiver spread throughout my body and my nipples instantly hardened. Each time I shifted they pressed against my Cotton blouse making me swallow hard. "Are you seriously aroused right now?" He asked huskily. "No," I quickly denied. He leaned in closing the space between us and brushed his nose against my nape. "Shameless." He whispered in a soft purr.
Buried Alive, Reborn to Rule: The Wolfless Omega's Ruthless Revenge

Buried Alive, Reborn to Rule: The Wolfless Omega's Ruthless Revenge

They buried me alive before dawn. Bound, gagged, and choking beneath the dirt, I heard the old servant above me mutter, "Don't blame me. Blame yourself for getting in Lady Annabella's way." That name unlocked a lifetime of memories that did not belong to me. Clara Adkins-the wolfless Omega, the shame of the Stonecrest Pack, and the perfect victim. Her stepmother, Debora, had poisoned her for years while pretending to care for her. Her stepsister, Annabella, drugged her into humiliating herself over the Alpha King's son, turning her into the Pack's favorite joke. And when Clara finally became inconvenient, they decided to erase her for good. The original Clara died in that grave. But I woke up inside her body. In my former life, I knew poisons. I knew how to fight. And I had already learned what trusting the wrong people could cost me. Their mistake was leaving me enough strength to strike back. I killed the servant sent to bury me, crawled out of my own grave, and returned to the Pack covered in blood. They expected the same weak, obedient Clara. Instead, they got a woman who remembered every insult, every betrayal, and every debt. Then I crossed paths with Kane Travis-the ruthless "Hell Lord" of the Northern Ridge, an Alpha powerful enough to make princes kneel. I only used a stranger's shadow to escape another public humiliation. But Kane stepped out of the darkness, wrapped his coat around me, and claimed before the entire town that I was his. Now my enemies want me dead, the Pack is terrified of what I might become, and the mother's locket around my neck is awakening a power they tried to poison out of me. They buried a wolfless Omega. What climbed out of that grave will rule them all.
From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded. On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman. "Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand." He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence. I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse. But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator. He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war. When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance. He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion. He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory. Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration. Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees

Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees

To the world, Darcy Clark is invisible. A quiet PR assistant who takes the blame. But the worthless Omega they mock is a certified actuary genius, the disowned heiress of a bloodline that sold her at eighteen. Her wolf sealed. Her magic chained. Her father signed her to a stranger. For eight years she swallowed every insult. Survival tastes better than pride. Then her boss frames her. Darcy walks into the boardroom and fights back. Her white paper saves the company, sends enemies to prison, and lights her up like a beacon. Three Alpha Kings catch her scent the same night. The cold tyrant finds the girl who bandaged his wounds and vanished. The feral predator finds the woman who shoved candy into his bloody mouth. The stoic Chief Justice finds the face he kept in a burned scarf for twelve years. They don't know they've been hunting the same ghost. They only know she is here. They will never let her go. The ancient council rules with one law. Omegas are property. Alphas own. But Darcy spent eight years calculating their collapse. She wasn't waiting for a savior. She was waiting to become one. When the final battle comes, she opens her laptop. One night of financial warfare makes a thousand years of old money evaporate. The council falls. The contract burns. The father who sold her watches his bloodline die. Three Alpha Kings kneel in the ashes. Not to claim her. Not to own her. To beg for the one thing she never gave anyone. Her name on their soul. Their teeth at her throat. Their empires at her feet. Because Darcy Thorne belongs to no one. They belong to her.