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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 · 251.3k Views

Billionaires' Regret: My Ex's Nemesis Fathering My Triplets

[Mature Content R18+] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.
DP_RINN · 16k Views

The CEO's Secret Wife (Secretary by day, Wife by night)

By day, I'm his flawless secretary. By night, I'm his secret wife in a cold, contract marriage. And after two years of invisible love, I've finally decided to walk away. CEO Liam Black is a demon in a tailored suit—ruthless, emotionally frozen, and my boss. For four years, I’ve been his most loyal secretary. For two of those, I’ve been his secret wife, bound by a contract to save my family and secure his inheritance. He sleeps in his bed; I sleep in mine. He parades models on his arm; I schedule their dates. I promised to leave after one year, with no strings attached. But when the contract ended, he tore up the papers. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, his eyes dark with a possession he'd never shown before. I thought his refusal was the ultimate power play. I was wrong. The car crash that nearly took his life changed everything. Rushing to the hospital, I declared myself his wife, only to be met with the scorn of his powerful family and his gorgeous, arranged fiancée. They called me a delusional, pathetic secretary. But then they saw his phone. The locked screen wasn't a business chart or a supermodel. It was a candid, tender photo of me, asleep in our penthouse—a secret he kept from the world, and from me. That's when I discovered my cold, contract husband had one hidden weakness: his obsession with the wife he pretended didn't exist. Now, he's woken up with amnesia. He remembers his company, his family, even his fiancée. But he has forgotten our two years of marriage, our secret nights, and the love I so foolishly gave him. To him, I'm just his secretary again. And he's making me pay for the "sin" of loving him. He thinks he can erase us. He thinks I'll break. But the meek secretary he married is gone. In her place is a woman who knows his deepest secret: that his heart, for all its coldness, beats only for her. And I will make him remember—even if it destroys us both.
Bella_Beren · 16.8k Views

He Belonged To No One, Except Her

She came from nothing—a fractured home, one scholarship, and a dream far larger than the world ever wanted to allow. Valeria was never meant to fit inside Aurelius Business Academy, a place built for heirs of royal dynasties and billion-dollar successors trained to inherit power—not earn it. But she carried a fire no lineage could imitate. Her days were spent in crowded lecture halls, her nights grinding in coffee shops, pouring every second into her goal: building Lunara, an organic beauty empire capable of crushing the monopolies of the privileged and rewriting the future of skincare. And then he appeared. Adrian De Vere Leone—the ice-blooded prince of the De Vere dynasty. A man whose stare could silence nations, whose name could collapse corporations, and whose signature could tip economies. Untouchable. Ruthless. Terrifyingly powerful. Yet drawn to the one girl who refused to bend her knee. Hunted by jealous heiresses, mocked by the wealthy elite, cornered by arranged fiancées and families who treated her as dirt, Valeria claws her way upward. Every insult becomes fuel. Every betrayal turns into armor. From the bottom, she rises—until Lunara grows from a small spark into a global empire that forces the world to witness her brilliance. But success comes with blood price. Envy. corruption. silent enemies hiding behind polished walls. And when Valeria gets publicly humiliated—and kidnapped—Adrian’s controlled world shatters into chaos. In this brutal war of ambition, power, and vengeance—The King might finally discover the one opponent he cannot conquer: The girl who will never kneel. The girl determined to rise high enough to make the entire world bow first. Did you see our latest aesthetic post! The Lunara Collection of lip tints is giving all the vibes — luxurious, bold, and irresistibly beautiful. Check out the full visual vibe, colors, and aesthetic of the novel on Instagram: [@estherfionaverse] Trust us… you don't want to miss this aesthetic journey.
Bhavani_Bhavani_8348 · 22.2k Views

The Wolf and His Phoenix

In an ancient empire torn apart by war and political deceit, Princess Wei Lan is stolen from her wedding by Wang Xu, the feared Alpha Wolf of the North. Cold, commanding, and unmatched in battle, Wang Xu intends to use her as a weapon against the kingdom that betrayed him. But the princess he kidnaps is not the helpless pawn he expects—Wei Lan is sharp, strategic, and dangerous in her own right. Forced into the frozen fortress of the north, Wei Lan quickly sees that survival means more than obedience; it demands power. And so she makes a choice that shocks even her captor: she allies with the alpha who stole her life. But alliance is far from peace. Wang Xu battles not only enemies on the battlefield but the inner wolf living within him—an untamed, primal force with emotions he has spent years suppressing. The more he and Wei Lan fight side by side, the more the inner wolf awakens… drawn to her fire, her courage, and the forbidden bond growing between them. Together, they face assassins, rival kingdoms, and the merciless winter, each victory tightening the fragile thread connecting them. But their rising partnership is shattered when Wang Xu discovers the truth hidden in prophecy: Wei Lan is the Phoenix—a power every nation has sworn to control… or destroy. In a world ruled by betrayal and ambition, their love becomes both a weapon and a weakness. Loyalties shift, promises break, and the line between enemy and soulmate blurs. To claim peace—or each other—they must confront not just the empires against them, but the beasts within their own hearts. War forged them. Destiny tests them. Love may be the fire that destroys them… or the flame that builds a new kingdom.
Sarah_Morgan1 · 1k Views

A Cinderella Story in A Cultivation World

[Two love interests, slow burn BL romance] Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place, starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet, the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on, he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for, without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."
NSCHAN · 308k Views