After I fell to another alpha, my ex kidnapped me

After I fell to another alpha, my ex kidnapped me

Daniel

5.0
Comment(s)
View
8
Chapters

I, Alice Stone, navigate a tangled web of love and betrayal with Victor Voss, whose affection for Rose Wyndham shatters my heart. After discovering his hidden devotion to her and enduring his controlling ways, I vow to mate the South pack alpha to sever ties with my sire. Victor's obsessive attempts to reclaim me-including kidnapping and manipulation-only fuel my resolve. When a dramatic escape leads to his injury, I find clarity. Finally, I wed Quentin Morgan, freeing myself from Victor's shadow......

Chapter 1 Chapter 1

I'm Alice Stone, the "Flame Siren" of the circle.

None know how polar opposites like me and Victor Voss end up tangled in his Maybach, panting in charity gala restrooms, or pressed against winery windows, his grip on my waist making me weak.

After another tryst, as shower water hisses, I wrap a towel, dial my sire:

"I'll mate the South pack Alpha for his ritual, but on one condition."

His joy spills through the line: "Name it! Any thing!"

"I'll explain home," I purr, voice ice beneath silk.

Hanging up, I spot his laptop- telegrams glows with a message from "Rose":

"Victor, thunder scares me."

My digits twitch.

The bathroom door opens, water dripping from his collarbones, shirt unbuttoned. "Pack calls," he says, voice cool.

I arch a brow: "Pack calls or your sweetheart?"

He frowns, departing. The door clicks, my smile vanishing. I follow.

Half a hour later, through rain, I see Rose Wyndham in white flee the hotel.

Victor drapes his coat over her, lifting her bridal.

Our first meeting? After I smashed my sire's head, he sent me to Victor's manor for "discipline." I rebelled:

Day 1: Spilled coffee on his million suit.

He said: "Ydoria cashmere-charge Stone den."

Day 2: Shredded meeting scrolls. He recited every word.

Day 3: potion in his drink, camera ready. Instead, his kiss became my cure.

Waking sore, he pinned me to the window:

"Alice," he breathed, undoing me.

Since then, every mischief led to his office-doors slamming, desks shaking.

I'd become addicted.

So on his birth, I spent a day decorating: roses, candles, a mating ring. I waited till candles died. At 3, news flashed:

#Lord Escorts Lover

My phone dropped.

Next day, I stormed his forbidden study-walls of Rose's photos.

Graduation, travels, even sleep snaps.

I laughed, cried, destroyed them.

He returned, called cleaners, never looked my way.

I watched the ring swept like trash-he never knew it held my life.

He thought I'd beg, but love died.

"Where to, young mistress?" the driver asks.

"Home," I say, voice cold.

Sire hugs me: "Truly mating South pack?"

On the stairs, step-dam Wendy and her white Rose stare.

"Truly," I say, eyes frosty. "But my condition: sever our sire bond."

air freezes.

Sire's face contorts: "You dare! Know what you say?"

I meet his gaze, sneer curling: "Perfectly. You cheated, drove Mother to death for your mistress. This home ceased being mine then."

Advancing, I hiss: "The South pack alpha offers 50 billion for a ritual mate. You hounded me three moons-would you bind me next?"

He roars, shaking: "Fine-sever the bond! But you mate by month's end!"

"Wendy's daughter returned. She moves in tomorrow."

"Fawning over another's whelp, disowning your own-truly uniquely vile."

Turning, step-dam Wendy grabs me: "Alice, watch your tongue!"

"Why? Think to claim mistress once I'm gone? Your bastard daughter wears Stone silks, but can't scrub your shame!"

Wendy staggers, face bloodless.

I flee to my room, slide down the door, tears spilling silent.

Continue Reading

Other books by Daniel

More

You'll also like

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Jessica C. Dolan
4.9

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book