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Return of The Alpha Heiress

Branded as a defected omega, an orphan, and betrayed by the one she loved, Clarissa keeps struggling to survive. No matter how harsh life gets, she endures because she’s used to it. Until one day, she learns the truth. She is the daughter of an Alpha. She is not an orphan. She has a father, a mother, two older brothers, a younger brother and a twin sister. She even meets the man she falls in love with. Slowly, Clarissa forgets the cruelty of her past after finding her family. She finally tastes happiness. But everything is taken away on her eighteenth birthday. She is suddenly accused of being a fraud, of pretending to be the Alpha’s daughter. That very day, she is cast out of the pack and becomes a rogue. But then she discovers that someone had set her up— and the scheme was woven long before she was born. Ironically, the same day, Clarissa find out that she is not the defective omega everyone believed she was. She carries a far greater destiny. “Those who cast me out… those who abandoned me… I will return and make them pay.” … Richard Black is the eldest son of Alpha Harry of Black Pack, yet he is not the heir due to a congenital defect. That changes when he meets Clarissa, the true daughter of Alpha William of Green Pack. She heals him and brings light into his life. But Richard must leave her behind to fulfill the duty tied to his bloodline as the Alpha descendant born exactly one thousand years after the death of the last Lycan King. He must go to the Empire for the Lycan King candidate selection. Five years pass. Richard becomes one of the three chosen candidates for the next Lycan King. But his sole purpose is to find the woman he once left behind and protect her. Yet when they meet again, she is no longer the same. “No matter how you’ve changed, you are still the woman I love. And I will do anything to protect you.”
nealraa · 3.9k Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 189k Views

THE OMEGA'S ALPHA KING

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] [Detailed Smut] [Strictly for Adults Only] Multiple POV: {1st and 3rd POV} Imprinted on a damn Alpha King!! The most dangerous man in the shifter world was bound to me, talk about a fucking surprise. In the shadows where our kind rules, Alaric Vayne is the untouchable Alpha King of Northlands. A man whose word could start wars or end them. His future was supposed to be flawless to marry Luna Seraphine, unite the territories, cement his throne, and it was all planned, perfect for the shifter clans. Until we met, by accident, when he walked into my territory. Omegas are not supposed to bond to Alphas like him, while Alphas are not supposed to imprint on Omegas, and more so, Alpha Kings? But the moment his eyes met mine, the impossible happened: our wolves recognized each other, and the bond locked into place like a burn I could not escape. I told myself I would reject him, that I had run, hide, let him go back to his Queen-to-be and pretend none of this ever happened. But Alaric, that damn Alpha King, does not give up what is his, and every time he gets close, my resolve unravels. The way he looks at me, hungry, unyielding, makes me forget every reason I should stay away. But the truth is that I am not some fragile Omega. I am a dangerous man keeping secrets that could bring the entire shifter hierarchy to its knees. And Alaric Vayne? He might just be the only man willing to set the world on fire with me. The question is, when the flames come, will we burn together? Or will this bond be the death of us both? Excerpt from Elias' POV “Little Wolf” The moment he spoke, I knew I was in fucking trouble. His voice, deep, rich, threaded with some foreign accent, dragged across my skin like heat and hunger. My wolf snapped awake, ears up, breath caught, and then it rose and howled in pleasure and recognition. I froze, and my pulse slammed into overdrive. My wolf didn’t just react; he bowed, spine arched in submission. I hadn’t given. “ You fucking traitor, “ I pushed the words through my mind link to my wolf. The man stepped closer, filling the room with raw dominance, and was sure of himself. “You’re not from here,” I managed, fighting to keep my voice steady. He smiled slowly and sharply. “Would it matter if I were?” My skin burned and my traitorous wolf was now it its knees, whining like a damn puppy, and the man looked through me and it was not curiosity that I saw in his damn beautiful eyes but a claiming. “You’re an Alpha,” I breathed out in shock and realization that the man who stood before me was the Alpha King. His voice dropped into a sexy growl that was intentional. “More than that.” Then, softly, with something between a promise and a threat: “ I am your Alpha, little wolf.” And just like that, defiance rose in me, and my eyes burned with rage as I was an Omega, born to survive and never to submit, especially to a damn Alpha King.
Anna_Baibe · 256.7k Views

My Alpha Rejected Me For My Sister

Gianna Camora was a truly broken wolf, existing in a world that universally despised her and treated her as little more than a burden. She was an outcast even within her own family; her parents saw her as a drain on their resources, incapable of earning respect whenever she would stand beside them. Day and night, she worked tirelessly, sacrificing her own well-being just to earn a shred of approval or, failing that, a single word of kindness from those who should have loved her. Her desolate life took an unforeseen, dramatic turn; she found her mate in Lazarus Ashwood, the Fourth Alpha Prince, shocking not only her but the entire nation. Five years into marriage, she thought she was the most blessed woman in the world for having Lazarus as her husband. However, the day she discovered she was carrying the Alpha Prince's child, she walked in on a scene that shattered her beyond repair: she found Lazarus holding her sister in a passionate embrace, their lips locked in a kiss. The profound betrayal cut deeper than any rejection she had ever known. She was instantly rejected by him. Gianna vanished that night, determined never to look back or allow the Prince to cause her pain again. Four years of solitude later, just as she finally allowed herself to believe she was truly free, Lazarus returned, finding her hidden life and the hidden pup. “You can’t disappear from my life, Gia,” he stated possessively. “You were always mine, whether you want to be or not, and this pup too.”
ARU · 2.5k Views