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Chosen To Defy Four Alphas

Two centuries have passed since the Great War ended, and humans believe they live in harmony with werewolves. But the truth is darker—werewolves rule as supreme beings while humans exist in ignorant bliss, never knowing their real position in this new hierarchy. To preserve this delicate illusion, select humans are chosen annually from different districts to enter Lunaris Academy, an elite institution offering prestige, power, and marriage to alpha royalty. These “fortunate” souls are celebrated as the chosen ones, destined to become luna and claim their place among the powerful. This year brings an unexpected selection: Violet Purple. For a girl raised by a fallen woman in the shadows of society, this opportunity seems like salvation—or so she’s been led to believe. Lunaris Academy shatters every illusion. The carefully constructed lies crumble as Violet discovers humans aren’t partners but prey in a vicious hierarchy. The academy serves as an elegant prison where students become entertainment for alpha predators who relish their twisted competitions. Violet’s arrival doesn’t go unnoticed. She draws the hungry gaze of the academy’s most lethal rulers—the Terror Four. The Alpha of the North, South, East, and West each command their own brand of cruelty, their own ruthless appetites. These apex predators circle her like sharks scenting blood, each more savage and calculating than the rest. They assume she’ll submit like countless others before her, that she’ll crumble under their relentless pressure and join their collection of broken playthings. They’re about to learn how wrong they are. Violet Purple bows to no one.
Glimmy · 45.2k Views

Knotted By The Three Feral Alphas

Framed for poisoning Lila (her sister) at the full-moon feast, Elena lost everything in one night. Her name, her pack, her future. The Shadowpine alphas sentenced her to death by exile. They chained her and shipped her north as tribute to the Blackthorn brothers; three feral lycan kings whose wolves had already started turning rogue. Darius, Kane, and Rylan Blackthorn rule the Frostfang territories with blood on their hands. Twenty years ago their father raped a witch’s daughter. The curse that followed branded the brothers: without a true fated mate their wolves would drive them mad in six months and force them to slaughter every living thing in the North. Elena is that mate. The second she steps into their hall the bond snaps tight. They knot her that same night, hard and without mercy, because the curse leaves them no choice. What starts as captivity turns into something darker. Elena carries latent alpha blood her pack hid from her. The bond wakes it. She learns to shift just enough to command their wolves when they lose control. She learns to want the violence they offer. She stops fighting the heat and starts using it. She walks back into Shadowpine with the brothers at her back and slits her father’s throat herself. ============================ The witch returns demanding Elena’s firstborn as payment. Pregnancy nearly kills her. Rival packs smell weakness and march north. Through it all the three alphas stay possessive, brutal, and unapologetic. They never soften into safe men. Elena never asks them to. She chooses them because they are the only ones strong enough to stand beside the queen she becomes. Knotted by the Three Feral Alphas is dark reverse-harem lycan romance that stays dark. No redemption arcs that erase the teeth. Just one woman who rises from chained prisoner to ruler of the frozen North while three cursed kings knot her, fight for her, and burn the world that tried to break her. WARNING!! MATURE AND 18+ CONTENT! THIS BOOK CONTAINS BRAVE NUDITY AND VOILENCE! VIEWER DESCRIPTION IS ADVISED!!! This book contains mature and potentially distressing scenes which are intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for person under the age of 18. You will come across depictions of Graphic sexual content, Knotting, psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, grief, trauma and PTSD. Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse These scenes are intentionally created and are necessary to the characters' journeys.
TheRunesmith · 30.5k Views

The Alpha Behind The Mask

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. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● 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.
Sugarlitics · 420.1k Views

Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.
TheLoneQuill · 209.7k Views

Claimed by the Vengeful Alpha

Love. Hate. Revenge. Before she was the High Alpha's daughter, Maya was an orphan named Penelope—and Marcus Keenan was the boy who gave her his locket and promised to marry her... until she was torn from him. Taken by High Alpha Vilhelm, everyone, including Marcus, was told she died. Years later, Marcus returns from the recent war a hero—now Alpha Keenan—with power, lands, and the right to choose any woman as his mate. He takes Maya—the same girl who made his life miserable before he left. He doesn't recognize her as Penelope with the locket long gone. To him, she is cruel, two-faced, and an expert at manipulation. What he doesn't know is that Maya's cruelty was forced, a mask she wore to both protect him and survive. Now trapped in a marriage born of revenge, she must decide. Stay silent and play the part, or reveal who she truly is…before it’s too late. —— Excerpt “This marriage is fake,” Maya said. She should be happy but why did it hurt so much? “Fake?” Keenan frowned and closed the gap between them. He wrapped a palm around her neck, and Maya gasped but no sound left her throat. “Is this another ploy to escape me?” “Isn’t it fake?” Maya whispered, holding his hand, trying to ease his grip. It was getting hard to breathe. Her voice betrayed her, too hopeful even to her own ears. He stared with such hatred, yet a part of her didn’t want it to be fake. Keenan threw his head back and laughed, yet his grip on her neck never wavered. “Woman, surely this must be a joke. You think I would orchestrate a fake marriage with you?” He leaned closer, eyes locked on hers. “You undermine my hatred. I want you bound to me forever. I want you to hate every moment of your life and I will be right here to make sure of it. You can never escape me.” Keenan released her neck. She dropped to the floor, rubbing her throat as she finally drew a full breath. “Fake marriage? Don’t be ridiculous. Even your father couldn’t get you away from me.”
GinaStanley · 112.4k Views

The Alpha’s Unclaimed Mate

"She's stabilizing," the healer calls. "Who marked her?" "I did," both Dexmon and Fin answer. Serena Frostborne is dying between two Alphas. One is the Dragon Prince who has loved her across multiple lifetimes. The other is the youngest Alpha King in Skardos. A man who lost everything once and never expected a second chance. Rewind three months, when Dexmon Drakenfell's wolf says one word: MATE. He carries her home and won’t put her down. For strategic reasons, obviously. His wolf calls bullshit. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not. The bachelor prince who doesn't do feelings caught them all. But Serena has a BIG secret worth killing for. Gold blood. White wolf. An entire pack slaughtered because one father said no. The tyrant who did it hasn’t stopped looking. The bounty for her capture: 1B in gold. If her identity is revealed, every Alpha in Skardos would hand her over to avoid war. That's predictable. What they don't see coming are the knives from within. And this time when she falls, Dexmon is looking the wrong way. The hero who finds her is Fin Shadowclaw, King of North Skardos. His wolf says the impossible: MATE. He already buried his first mate. Alpha venom is the only thing standing between her and death. So he marks her to save her. Two Alphas. One feels like home. The other feels like the home she lost. Neither is willing to step aside. War is coming for her blood. Together they have a shot. Alone, their kingdoms burn and they lose her. Serena has come way too damn far to let history repeat. Born a princess. Sold as a slave. Crowned a queen. She says checkmate.
TheLoneQuill · 308.6k Views

Blood Syllables on Silver Ashes

"Some lives are born from the frozen silence of a grave." Vespera is a bloody paradox walking through the snows of Alberta. The only legacy of a cursed night where a vampire's cold poison and a wolf’s feral rage knotted within a dead human womb. She is a hybrid baptized by her mother’s final breath; she is the one who survived by sucking life from death. As an unbranded Omega, there was no place for her—not even on the dustiest shelves of this brutal hierarchy. Yet, Vespera’s eyes were never on the arrogant thrones of vampires or the blood-stained leadership of wolves. Her only dream wasthe small, fragile family she built with a handful of outcasts. She was naive enough to believe she could flee from her destiny; but in the lands ruled by High Alpha Varg, every escape was merely a red carpet rolled out for the predator. When Varg—the High Alpha of cold iron and silver wrath—found her in the darkness of the prophecies and the silence of her unawakened wolf, what he offered was not a rescue. It was a sinister bargain that touched the most intimate agonies of her soul.The High Alpha’s voice was as cold as a blade’s edge, yet filled with a lethal promise: "When the rhythm of that heart, born from a dead womb, begins to beat only for my name... that is when you will survive the true hell within my own heart, Vespera. Do not just give me your submission... Give me those bloody syllables that have never been heard before." As silver ashes fall one by one from the sky, Vespera must make a choice: She will either vanish as a silent syllable in the claws of a monster, or she will turn herunawakened wolf into a nightmare that will stain all of Alberta in blood. "Those born of death can only be sealed in blood."
SılaEbru · 38k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 105.7k Views

Blood Moon: The Lycan's Queen

Luna Harristone brought a blade to the Lycan King’s ball. For his heart. The pack’s wofless outcast. Rejected by her alpha’s mate. Ridiculed for 3years. She should have fled when King Draven claimed her as his bride before the entire pack. Instead, she walked into King Draven Iravnov’s welcome ball with silver hair, amber eyes, and a dagger strapped to her thigh. Because the Alpha of Alphas isn’t just the king who burns packs for sport. He’s the man from her nightmares. The one with red eyes who’s haunted her since she was five. The one she swears murdered her parents. King Draven Iravnov has been searching for 400 years. Not for a bride. For a ghost. Then Luna appears. And he smiles. “Finally.” He is not cruel. He is precise. “You have three breaths to become useful.” “I do not collect debts from strangers.” “You sold me false dawn. So I will give you real onesies until you understand the difference.” He doesn’t rage. He calculates. He doesn’t forgive. He educates. Men count sunrises until they break. Lords learn time is a currency only he spends. And Luna? He looks at her like he’s known her for centuries. Like he’s waited. “I wasn’t done with you,”he murmurs. “My sweet Adeline.” Problem is, Luna doesn’t know Adeline. She doesn’t remember him. She only knows the blade under her gown, the mate who rejected her, and the king who calls murder “administrative work.” Two girls fit the prophecy. Only one walks away. He chose last night. But he won’t say who. And Luna’s about to learn why her soul flinches when he says “Mine.” Will she remember why she loved him before she buries the blade? Or will she become another name in his ledger? *_**_**_* WARNING TRIGGER: MATURE CONTENT. NO RAPE! *#Slowburn #Morally Grey ML #Reincarnation #Prophecy #DarkRomance #Revenge #R18 #Angst Author’s POV: Regency balls, 400-year-old prophecies, and a king who treats torture like afternoon tea. If you like your MLs cold, your FLs with knives, and your romance measured in body counts, welcome to the court. _I promise you’ll check for blades under your own dress._ (;..^~^.;) *_**_**_* *Connect with me:* Discord: Mimidaniels_ Facebook: Author Mimidaniels Instagram: Writer Mimidaniels_ ---
MimiDaniels_ · 50.9k Views