I will recognize the man who murdered my family anywhere.
A mask.
Green eyes.
And a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist.
Six years later, while working at a BDSM club to pay my comatose brother’s hospital bills, I come face to face with a man carrying the exact same mark.
Certain he is the monster who destroyed my life, I accept his offer to clear all my debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for two months. To me, it is the perfect chance to get close enough to drive a blade through his heart.
But things don’t go as planned.
Instead of hatred, I begin to fall in love with the masked man.
And the game changes when I land a second job as the personal secretary to the Alpha King. The moment I meet him, my world tilts. He looks exactly like the masked man from the club—the same face structure, the same presence.
The only differences? His eyes and hair are a different shade… and there is no tattoo on his wrist.
How could two men look so alike?
Believing he is a completely different man, I begin to fall for him too.
What I don’t know is that
the masked man I want to kill,
the masked man I love,
and the Alpha King I am falling for
are all the same man.
PS: This book has a high rate of sex, specifically dominant and submissive displays.
PS: Two chapters are updated daily.

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This book is Book Two of Desired by Three Alphas; Fated to One.
However, it can still be read as a standalone, so new readers can enjoy this story without reading the first book.

​He chuckled lightly… "You caught me."


​It sounded like a joke, but I didn't take it lightly. "How did you get my number, Alpha Oscar?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and irritation. "And how did you pay for the surgery? You didn't even ask me. I hate this—I hate people thinking they can just move pieces of my life around like a game."


​Oscar said, his voice smooth and maddeningly relaxed, "Calm down, Aurora. I'm not trying to control you; I'm trying to help you. Let's talk over lunch. I have something important to tell you."


​I frowned, the words of a sharp refusal sitting on the tip of my tongue. He was an Alpha—and not just any Alpha, but the brother to the Alpha King. He had no right to go behind my back, yet the weight that had been crushing my chest for months was suddenly gone because of him. I swallowed my pride, my voice tight. "Fine. Lunch."


Chapter 61 - Cold Shoulders