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.

​I let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "Hell no. I love the way you fuck me, Raymond. That is all. It's physical. Once I'm done experiencing this... this thrill, I'm going back to the man I love. I'm going back to Oliver."


​Once I kill you, I'll go back to Oliver, I corrected myself silently. I needed that anchor. I needed to remember the mission.


​"So the Alpha King can't fuck you like I do?" he asked, his voice dripping with a dark, arrogant confidence. "He doesn't make you scream until you lose your voice? He doesn't leave you shaking and begging for more?"


​"I don't want to talk about this," I whispered, my pussy starting to throb at the memory of him. "I'm ending the call."


​"Wait." The command in his voice stopped my thumb over the end button. "I want a picture."


​"A picture of your pussy, Aurora." My breath left me in a rush. "Right now. I want you to spread your legs and take a picture of what I claimed last night. Send it to me."


Chapter 163 - Sex Over The Phone