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Bound to the enemy Alpha

Warning Mature content - Rated 18+ I was born cursed—an omega in a world that worships strength. My pack despises me. My stepmother and stepsister humiliate me. The only one who’s ever shown me love is my father… but even his power couldn’t stop the treaty that bound me to enemy territory. To survive, I must attend Noctos Dominium Academy, a prestigious school ruled by the most dangerous pack in the region. And at its heart is him— Damien Blackwood, the enemy Alpha’s son. Cold. Ruthless. Tattooed sin wrapped in grey eyes that burn with violence. On my first day, he pulled me out of my car, slammed me against the hood, and promised he’d break me. I should hate him. And I do. But hatred has a taste, a burn in the veins that feels too much like desire. And no matter how much I fight it, his presence sparks something I can’t control. As tensions rise between our packs, more threats surface—hidden enemies, dark secrets, and shadows that want me dead. Three new boys enter my life: Kieran Vale – the golden rebel with a sharp tongue and dangerous smile. Flirtatious, reckless, yet with secrets buried deep. Malakai Draven – quiet, haunting, a genius with a tragic past. His intensity draws me in even when I try to resist. Lucien Thalor – A cold, mysterious prince with silver eyes and hidden depths. Each of them offers a different kind of danger, a different kind of temptation. Yet all roads lead back to Damien—the one I should never want, the one who embodies everything I was raised to despise. Trapped between duty and desire, love and hate, betrayal and loyalty, and an unknown enemy threatening the lands, I have to decide: Will I burn for the enemy Alpha, or will his hatred consume me whole? This isn’t just school. This is war. And I am the prize at the center of it all
Fawn_Vixen · 57.4k Views

Surviving The Beast World By Reading My Mates' Inner Thoughts

Faelyn died at twenty-seven because a deer went feral and decided she was the enemy. Waking up in a world where drop-dead gorgeous men turn into leopards and panthers should've been a fantasy come true. Except two rival chiefs are fighting over her like she's the last meal on earth, and a system named "Puffball" won't stop laughing at her predicament. One minute she's wrangling zoo animals, the next she's stuck between two beast clans forced to build their villages around the only surviving water source after a brutal drought. Cooperation or extinction: nature's cruelest group project. The problem? She's the fated mate of both chiefs. Roshan, the golden Leopard Chief, is bright-eyed and affectionate, already mentally decorating their future den. One smile and he's planning twelve cubs. Nyx, the brooding Panther Chief, is possessive and dramatic, fully prepared to murder anyone who breathes near her. Including Roshan. ESPECIALLY Roshan. Then Puffball grants her one invasive gift: the ability to hear their unfiltered thoughts. ~Roshan's brain: "She smiled at me! Time to hunt ten rabbits and start building a nursery..."~ ~Nyx's brain: "That spotted idiot touched her hand again. Truce or not, I'm going to..."~ Using zookeeper instincts and the world's most unhinged spoiler system, Faelyn has to survive beastworld politics, food shortages, jealous rivals, and two apex predators who can't share. She's just trying to keep everyone alive, stop a clan war, and not become dinner. But when both alphas start thinking about forever and cubs, Faelyn realizes survival isn't her only problem. It's why Puffball keeps giggling every time she insists she's only choosing one mate. The real question is: Can she survive what they're really thinking about her?
KiX_x_X · 17.8k Views

Claimed by The Winter Spirit.

On Christmas Eve, Irina Ardentova walks through heavy snow, heart hammering, desperate to reach the man she’s been craving all year. But a tall pale shadow steps out of the swirling snow. Erwin Frost vale, a winter elf, sinfully beautiful, and bound to the ancient, dying Hearth King. Ice-blue eyes, frost-kissed skin, and a voice like velvet over broken glass. He wants to claim Irina’s body and soul. Her warmth is the last spark keeping the demon king inside him alive, and Erwin has decided she belongs to him. When he pulls her into his arms, Irina was scared but also mesmerised. At the moment, church bells stutter out of rhythm, snow falls in slow. Miles away, meteorologist Adrian Volkov is already on edge. He's been tracking impossible atmospheric readings in the frozen city. He was logical, protective, and quietly obsessed with the woman who was supposed to be warming his bed tonight. When Irina didn't come, he became worried for her. Now Irina is caught between them: Adrian—her human boyfriend, the kind of man who is warm and kind . Or surrender to Erwin—whose kiss is hypnotising , who claims her very body and soul. Sex with him gives unearthly pleasure! Time is ticking. The Hearth King inside the "Winter Spirit" is waking up. And he’s getting impatient. The winter Spirit wants to claim his bride in any way possible. In a city where frost bites deeper than knives and love is indistinguishable from obsession, one question remains: Can warmth survive when winter falls in love?
Anuvuti_Roy · 3k Views