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Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince

"A Rejected Omega, A Dark Alpha Prince and their twisted dangerous fate." Amelie Conley, the eldest daughter of a revered Alpha family, was once expected to carry on her family’s proud legacy. However, when she turned sixteen, she failed to awaken her wolf, which made her earn the scornful title—the Curse of the Conley Family. At eighteen, she found her destined mate and carried his child, believing she had finally been given a chance at happiness. But when she rushed to share the news, she found him in a compromising position with her younger sister, Flora. Betrayal cut deeper than any wound, but the final blow came when he rejected her without hesitation, declaring Flora as his true mate. Shunned and heartbroken, Amelie made the painful decision to leave her pack for the sake of her unborn child. But just as she tried to escape, she was ambushed—hunted down like prey. Desperate to protect herself and the life growing inside her, Amelie fled to save herself and her unborn child, only to collapse into the arms of an enigmatic stranger—Gabriel Sinclair. Gabriel was no ordinary man. He was the Alpha Prince, a name feared across the nation. For twelve long years, he had scoured the lands for his mate, only to find nothing. He had convinced himself that the Moon Goddess despised him, just as his own mother had. But the moment he laid eyes on Amelie, everything changed. "You were marked, weren't you?" His voice dropped, edged with something dangerously close to possession as his gaze met hers, demanding the truth.  The question left Amelie in a dilemma. She didn't wish to tell him the truth. "I am not an ordinary wolf, Amelie. Who the fuck marked you before me?" Gabriel voiced in a possessive yet intimidating tone.  Amelie didn’t know that the man, who saved her was none other than the infamous Dark Tyrant—the Alpha Prince, Gabriel Sinclair, whose intentions were still unknown to her. ~~~~ **The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.** Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight__pcy
Light_ray · 1.7m Views

wanted by the devil's incarnate[BL]: love After A kill.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]
Border_Collie · 9k Views

The Grand Duke's Soulmate

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector. Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night." Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman." --- Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and become celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities. Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her. Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…
Rana_Chim_Chim · 1.2m Views

His Little Captive

Prologue: The Steel and the Snow The air in Moscow didn’t just feel cold; it felt heavy, like it was saturated with the scent of expensive tobacco and old blood. Nikolai Volkov sat in the back of his armored Rolls-Royce, his eyes as grey as the Siberian winter. He was the Pakhan—the man who held the strings of the city’s heart. To the world, he was a monster. To his men, he was a god. But inside, Nikolai felt a strange, hollow silence. He had everything—power, wealth beyond imagination, and a reputation that made grown men tremble—yet he was bored. He flipped through a surveillance report, his fingers tracing the edge of a grainy photograph taken in a cramped alleyway in Seoul. It wasn't a business target. It was a girl. She was small, with dark hair that fell like silk over bruised shoulders, and eyes that held a universe of quiet suffering. "She’s crying again," his lead enforcer, Viktor, muttered from the front seat, checking his tablet. Nikolai didn't look up, but his grip tightened on the paper. "Does the father still have the bottle in his hand?" "Yes, sir. And the mother is no better." Nikolai’s jaw set. He was a man of violence, but he loathed the weak who preyed on the even weaker. He had spent months watching her from the shadows of his digital empire. He had seen her work three jobs, seen her hide her tears behind a polite smile, and seen the marks her parents left on her skin. "Prepare the jet," Nikolai said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I’m tired of watching. I want to bring her home." "Sir, the Bratva council expects you at the—" "The council can wait," Nikolai snapped, his eyes finally lifting, burning with a terrifying, protective fire. "Hana doesn't have another night to lose."
Angel_444 · 1k Views

Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

He rejected me in front of them all. But if I’m going to die, I’m going to die on my own terms. Allison's smile faltered. “You think you can trick us?” “I’m weak to the point I can die anytime, why don’t you give me a chase?... It will be more thrilling for you.” My words were barely a whisper. “But to give you that thrill you have to give me a half an hour headstart.” ‘Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, with little to no chance of surviving. At least it was better than being mauled to death here… And I want to see if Damon would be able to watch the werewolves hunt me down. We had a deep bond even before the mate pull. I won’t accept his rejection yet… I want to drive him crazy to the point he will lose all his sanity.’ “No, you don’t have the right to negotiate with us.” One of them growled in his wolf form. “I’m not negotiating…” I spat out blood, and my face turned pale from the amount of blood I was losing. “I’m only enforcing the law… The law of hunting as punishment for a traitor… and I happen to be one.” Damon blinked slowly and finally answered. “Let her run.” His voice didn’t carry any weight. It was just cold, and empty, and detached like none of this mattered, like I didn’t matter. ‘So this was his decision… after everything we have been through.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent CEO she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.
Missnormal · 551.5k Views

TO TAME THE BRUTAL LYCAN BEAST

"Hundred days, Valoria. Tempt him, tame him, then end his reign." That was the Moon Goddess's bargain when she ripped me from death and threw me back into the nightmare I tried to escape. I was the omega who couldn't shift—the pack freak no one wanted. Except Ronan. My fated mate. My salvation. Until I found my sister at our altar, wearing my dress, carrying his child. My father's solution? Hand me to the enemy. A spare bride for Lycan King Azrael—the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive. A king who has never shown mercy. A beast who doesn't know how to love, only how to conquer, claim, and destroy. So I ran. And one of my own sisters hunted me down and killed me for reasons unknown. Now I'm back. One hundred days for revenge. One hundred days to seduce a heartless king, make him fall, and destroy him before he destroys me. But Azrael isn't the monster I expected. He's worse. Colder. Crueler. And he already knows why I'm here—and he has no intention of letting me win. Or letting me go. He doesn't want to kill me. He wants to break me. Own me. Tame me right back. And the worst part? My body responds to him like it was made for his hands. *** To Tame the Brutal Lycan Beast is a dark rebirth romance between a girl who came back from the dead with a kill order and the heartless king everyone fears—except she's starting to fear what she feels for him instead. Expect betrayal, obsession, spice that burns, and a beast who doesn't realize he's already hers. WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, and utterly unhinged. Expect explicit content, dubious situations, murder plots, sister betrayal, and a monster who wants to be tamed by the one woman sent to end him. Proceed at your own risk. But you'll come back. They always do.
NadiaSparks · 5.7k Views