The Alpha's Most Vulnerable Luna

After running away from home, Beauty vowed to take down the person that killed her mother. Her dream kept burning even when the world around her went cold.

He growled and was instantly transformed into his wolf, he tore everything around and destroyed them. He almost killed one of his guards before the cry of the guards brought him back to his senses and he transformed back to his human form "Leave me alone," he told all of them "And.." They stopped and turned, they were already shaking and scared, Alpha Desmond can be so merciful and heartless, the only key to his heart is his sons. His rage started when his mate died "Get the men prepared, we leave at dawn," he said and slammed the table close to him causing it to break into pieces They quickly sent the message to the people in the park and they started preparing immediately for the Alpha hates it when people disappoint him, no one dares betray him for he would hunt them down until the very single cell in them is dead and buried. How dark and wicked his heart has become. He did not have the best childhood growing up, he experienced violence growing from his dad, he was brutal and harsh, especially to his mum, he hated his dad, and his hatred for him grew stronger and stronger until he could no longer hold it anymore. That was when he killed his father, then he had to be the next Alpha. His mum died due to his father's harsh hands and the scars his father inflated on his mum, he vowed never to forgive him, not now or in the next life. "I would make sure I rip his head off his throat when I get hold of him tomorrow, he would regret refusing my peaceful offer, I only asked for him to come down alive and let my son rule but he chose to be stubborn" he used his claws to scratch the wall to feel some relief. He desperately wants his legacy to live very long and broad, he was never a man who stoop as low as giving people options, he says how he wants it and it's always done that way, no matter how inconvenient the other person would be. So giving Alpha Joe an option and his refusal was a death wish. "Dad" His first son Pat knocked at the door "What.." he said in his mind as he thought it was someone else "Come in" "What happened dad, did he refuse the order" "Yes he did" "Such a fool" Pat gave a wicked smile. He was just like his father, a wicked and evil boy, he would take any girl he wants, rape and dump her, he didn't care if she gets pregnant or not. The people in the park and others outside the park were so scared of the Alpha, he was the most powerful, strongest and fastest. He was faster than the speed of light, he can't be outsmarted. How people wished he would just fall and die together with his son, but it seems the wicked live long

Dan was so tall and striking, he was a man whose sheer presence was an overpowering force among those around him. Naked, he was….. Extraordinary. He was power and strength. Masculine grace and vitality. The stark, masculine beauty of his body made her throat constrict. His frame was forged in iron. He was long and lean of limb, the contours of his shoulders were sculpted and round, and his arms were sinuously defined with muscle. A dark netting of fur covered his chest and the ridged hardness of his belly. From somewhere she dredged up the courage to gaze the length of him...all of him. She dared what she had never dared before. What she saw made her eyes widen and her entire body go hot. The bottom dropped out of her stomach. Rigidly unconfined, framed in coarse black curls, his staff stood boldly erect. Betty let out an uneven breath and transferred her gaze to the safer territory for they had just been newly married. But he knew she had seen him. As if he were precisely aware of where her gaze had resided for long, uninterrupted moments, an odd half-smile curled his lips. He allowed no time for shame. No time for embarrassment. A hand at her hips urged her body against his. His skin was hotter than any fire, the eyes that gazed down at her brighter than any flame, there was nowhere they did not touch. His fingers twisted in her hair, turning her face up to his. Then his mouth was on hers, a fevered caress that tasted of a tortuous hunger that was strangely thrilling. Warm breath filled her throat…. His breath. Never in her life had she dreamed a kiss could be like this. When his tongue danced against hers, a swirling foray, she felt utterly boneless. She would surely have fallen were it not for the hardness of his arms braced around her back. She was only dimly aware of being carried to the bed. Firelight flickered over his features as he propped himself on an elbow, his regard utterly intent. "You know what I will do to you?" he said quietly She blushed "Yes" He ran the pad of his thumb over her lips. "Then listen to me, Betty, for when I take you…. It will be nothing like what was done to you before." his tone was low and vibrating "Nothing at all" "You must trust me, can you do that?" indeed, she thought wildly, she had no choice. Some little-known sense inside warned her they had come too far to turn back now. "Yes," she whispered. Yet he must have heard the vulnerability in her voice, for his eyes darkened "It will not be the same as before," he said again. With fledgling courage, she laid her fingertips on the bristly plane of his cheek, unable to tear her eyes from his. "Will you swear it down? Will you?" His gaze rested on her mouth. "I swear it" This time his kiss was so unbearably sweet, that she nearly cried out. He whispered her name, a sound that sent a quiver all through her. His lips found the corner of her mouth. " Betty…. Sweet Betty. You must tell me what pleases you." With his thumbs, he traced slow circles around the boundary of her breast "Does this please you?" She could only nod, for he was drawing perilously close to the delicate roseate peaks. She longed to drag his hands heavy against her selling fullness, for her nipples thrust turgid and hard, in a way that had only happened with him…. " And this? " he grazed the very tips, the merest butterfly caress. She inhaled sharply. Her breasts seemed to swell still further. That evocative touch came again….. And yet again. Lightning shot through her, centred there at those dusky crowns. She hadn't realised that he would try to please her. Somehow she'd been convinced he would see to his pleasure first. He seemed to know exactly where she ached, what she wanted. He gave an odd little laugh. "You like that, don't you? Ah, but I knew you would " His mouth slid down her throat. Heat splintered all through her, even as her mind baulked. No, she thought hazily. He had touched her there. But surely he would not…. She could only watch in mingled shock and fascination as his dark head hovered over her breast. Never had she dreamed he might kiss her there? As if in anticipation, her nipples peaked and hardened, as his mouth touched the quivering tip, she gasped. "Dan, what…. What do you do?" He raised his head, his smile wicked "Ahh, but there's more, lass. Much, much more…."

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”

The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."

Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?

"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."