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Dragon King's Alien Mate

Today we had decided to up the stakes. Preparation had taken place last night while we ate the rabbit squirrel creatures we had caught. The small animals had gone a long way into getting our energy back up. Sitting around the fire, we had fashioned bow and arrows from branches in the canopy and vines crawling along the trees. Finding some red berries, we had fastened them to the ends of the arrows in little pouches used from a shirt we had torn into strips. It would be like an archery version of paint ball tag. Okay. It was safe to say that my crew and I were having a little too much fun with this. My so-called mate would respect my strength and who I am, or he wouldn’t have me at all. On that I refused to budge. Each member of my crew had three arrows and had discussed our targets beforehand. Having led the unsuspecting group we were stalking to the clearing on purpose this morning, we were surprised when three additional dragons arrived. I didn’t know who they were, but they seemed to be on friendly terms with the search party. Kind of. We made adjustments for the additional ‘enemies’ just as we would in a real war situation. I hoped the new arrivals could cope with the game they had inadvertently walked, or flown, into. Surrounding the clearing, we listened to the conversation between the search party and the new dragons. I was surprised to learn that the three other men saw things the same way I did. It almost made me feel bad about what was getting ready to happen to them. Almost. My team slowly and steadily took their positions and aimed at their targets. Each of us had a maniacal grin. The adrenaline and the knowledge that we were about to take out the enemy in one fell swoop was giving us a high like nothing else could. I waited until the Drakians were completely distracted. I gave the signal. Arrows went flying. The group in the clearing was so shocked that every single one of them froze, giving us the perfect targets. Seriously? Did they really have no sense of self-preservation? There was no trace of any battle readiness. Each arrow flew straight and true. Seven people were dead in less than a minute. Or, they would have been had it been a real attack. It was almost comical to watch. The shock that froze them as they realized they were being attacked. Them! Kings! Actually being attacked! Each clutched their chests where two red stains were forming. The anguished yelling that took place as they watched their brothers and kings getting wounded and falling to the ground on their knees. Then the confusion as it registered that there was no pain from the injuries. The pale green one brought some of the red splatter to his nose and sniffed. He looked at it for a second with an odd expression but then grinned. That grin turned into a full belly laugh. “It’s jorgin berries,” he said, unable to contain his mirth. All three of the newly arrived men sat on their knees laughing so hard they were bent over clutching their stomachs for an entirely different reason than being shot. Rokk and the two trackers began chuckling as realization dawned on who could be behind the attack, trying their best to remain composed as their kings came down from the panic of almost losing their brothers. And then it happened. That moment I knew would come. I had held back my last arrow just for this. That moment Glacian realized that his ‘little mate’ had just made an ass out of their entire group. Out of four kings. His anger was so deep his face was turning a darker shade of blue. Almost royal blue. His eyes flashed dragon. “Kiera!” He roared with every ounce of pent-up anger coursing through his system. I took aim and let my arrow go. He was so worked up he never saw it coming. He wasn’t even looking for an additional attack. None of them were. The juice pouch end of the arrow smacked him right in the forehead, knocking him down on his backside.
Lori_Windle · 12.1k Views

My Boss, Her Daughter And Me

I was a desperate, debt-drowned computer-science student when Selene Kade Rowan, the most feared billionaire CEO on the continent, made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: tutor her seventeen-year-old genius daughter, Aurelia. One rule, carved in ice: “Lay a finger on her and I’ll erase you from this earth.” Selene broke it first. It started with a midnight glass of water in her kitchen. Ended with me pinned against marble countertops, her manicured nails drawing blood down my back while her daughter slept upstairs. She took my virginity the same way she took companies fast, totally, and without mercy, and paid me enough to keep my family from living in a car. I became the secret she couldn’t quit. She became the devil who owned my survival. Then Aurelia started to melt. The untouchable prodigy who treated feelings like viruses began lingering after lessons. A brush of fingers over code. A stare that lasted too long. When she followed me to university the next semester, the air between us turned flammable. I told myself I could handle both. I was wrong. One rain-drenched night during campus festival, Aurelia kissed me like the world was ending and whispered the childhood nickname only I was ever allowed to use. Someone filmed it. Someone sent it straight to Selene. Now the queen knows her princess has stolen her favourite toy. Selene doesn’t lose. Ever. And I’m the only thing both mother and daughter refuse to give up. In a war where money buys silence and love is the deadliest weapon, I’m the broke kid caught in the crossfire between a ruthless empress and the girl who makes me feel like I’m worth more than the price on my head. “One pays my debts with millions. The other is making me forget I ever had any.” I crossed every line they drew. Now they’re drawing new ones in blood. Warning: Dark, explicit, and unapologetically messy. Age-gap. Power imbalance. Taboo as hell. No heroes. No forgiveness. Only consequences. Reader, if you had to choose the woman who owns your life, or the girl who makes you want to burn it all down Which poison would you swallow?
mort_bless · 465 Views

My Alpha Husband is a Beast

What happens when the world's deadliest werewolf hunter falls for her most dangerous target? Scarlett Hunter has one rule: never let them live. For nine years, she's been the supernatural world's most feared assassin, hunting down rogue werewolves with ruthless precision. So when she receives a million-dollar contract to capture Alexander Kane—the most powerful Alpha on the West Coast—it should be just another job. But Alexander Kane has a secret that changes everything. Instead of running, he begs her to help him. Cursed to lose his humanity three nights every month, he's desperate enough to trust his life to his would-be killer. The solution lies in Scarlett's blood—literally. Her touch can tame the beast inside him, but the intimacy required creates a dangerous addiction neither of them saw coming. As their blood bond deepens into something far more dangerous than desire, Scarlett discovers the truth about her own mysterious past. She's not just any hunter—she's the last survivor of an extinct werewolf bloodline, and her former mentor has been orchestrating her entire life to harvest her unique genetic gifts. Now caught between the man she's falling for and the mentor who made her everything she is, Scarlett must decide: complete her mission and claim her revenge, or protect the Alpha who's awakened something wild and untamed in her heart. But in a world where love bites back, some contracts are written in blood—and some debts can only be paid with your soul. A steamy paranormal romance featuring a badass female assassin, a cursed billionaire Alpha, and enough sexual tension to set your Kindle on fire. Perfect for fans of Patricia Briggs and Jennifer L. Armentrout.
Mingquan_Ma · 108k Views