His fingers found her throat, he pulled her closer. 'What are you doing?' Taylor asked with a shaky voice. Alpha Ryan took in her scent, his eyes fell shut and he struggled against the wolf inside me. "You make me want to fuck you each moment you are around me!" .......... My father raped me and abused me, hitting my head on the sink as he unleashed his animal lust. After he killed my mother in a fit of rage, I escaped the hellish place I used to call home and masked my scent. I still went to school and slept in the street, but an Alpha smelled me as his mate and exposed my identity as a rogue. Then instead of protecting me, he abetted everyone in school to bully me and even watched me get raped with relish...
TAYLOR'S POV
"Taylor!!!" The pique sound of my father's voice resonated through my room. I stirred awake, sweat breaking profusely as I set my feet on the cold floor and stood from my squeaky bed. Just then, the door bursts open, its hinges cracking as it hits the wooden surface.
"You malignant little twat!'' he clenches his fist, two big steps forward, and he has me in his grasp. His fingers circle my throat as he brings me to the wall.
"How many fucking times have I told you that I want no dirty dishes in the sink?"
"B...but I cleaned..." Thwart! The slap resounds as I feel the stinging pain in my cheek. His hand does not leave my neck, and neither does the grazed look of hatred he gives me.
I don't understand, I cleaned those dishes...unless of course, he left them again last night in his drunken haze. Reminding him would only cause me more pain, I struggled against his hands.
Trying to break free before I suffocate. As if on cue, my father releases me and I fall to the floor. He sends a kick towards my stomach, leaving me in pain as I crutch my side.
"Good for nothing...'' he spits.
"Useless! If your sister never died, maybe I would have a better family than you!'' There it was! The words he would always recite. The names he would call me.
It's been almost 13 years since the death of my older sister. And a whopping 10 years since my father killed my mother.
Death was the closest, most merciful thing she got. After years of torture under my father's wing. He sends a fist to my face, knocking me back and giving me no moment to breathe.
Another blow to my already pained stomach. I struggle to sit up, I feel the blood oozing profusely from my mouth. I was not shocked. I had become accustomed to pain so much that it became my only friend.
Suddenly, my father's fingers dive into my hair, and he grips with pressure. I let out a hiss, forced to look up at him as he dragged me out of the room. Tears cascade down my cheeks, the pain in my body does not stop.
The wounds from yesterday's beating were still so fresh. And now father was adding insult to injury. He drags me down the stairs effortlessly.
"Father, please...'' I beg.
"That's right, girl, beg. That is all you know how to do.
You are the biggest mistake I made anyway. The thorn is still pinching my sides. You are the abomination I still want to get rid of." The stench of liquor leaves his mouth as he says those words. It pains me the most to hear how much my father hates me.
But it all started with him. Three years after the death of my elder sister, Bella, dad started his endeavors. Creeping into my bed at night, touching me. Shutting me up, hitting me occasionally and taking what he pleased.
The pleasure he derived drove him to become this person. And when mother found out, he killed her. We have been living on the run since them. From pack to pack. Because Alpha Darren knows my father and what he did. Yet, dad has made a vow to never be caught. You are the abomination I still want to get rid of.
Now that was new. He's told me countless things since mother died. He has made resolutions and twisted his personality. Most of the beatings he gives me may not even be fresh in his memory. He drinks to forget, but every moment he sees me, it's as though I'm a remembrance of the things in life he is still stuck with.
"You see that! Look at that. Those dishes piled in the sink make it look like roaches live here!'' He bangs my head against the headboard. I let out a scream of pain, but it only encouraged a disengaged laughter from my father.
Sliding down to the floor, in a pit of my blood, I notice my father seated on the coach with a new bottle of beer in his hands. He paid no attention to me. One sip. Two sips. Three sips, and his eyes are heavy.
He falls asleep, leaving me with the consequences of his actions and a reminder of his hatred. ............... I squeezed the wet piece of cloth into the bucket one last time.
Finally, I was done. If my father woke up and found the trail of blood across the stairs and the kitchen floors, then he would kill me this time. I stand to my feet and carry the bucket with me.
Making slow, quiet movements, so that my father does not hear me, I open the door and head out. I leave the bucket right outside, and I dry my dirty hands with a piece of cloth. I had earlier clocked my scent since I knew I could be late for school.
Dad has taught me how to follow his rules. To mask my scent and make sure nobody knows who I am. I have always hidden my backpack in the corner outside my house.
To avoid father tearing it apart in a fit of rage. Picking it up, I began the long, painful walk to school through the bushes surrounding our little cabin. Unknown, that I would fall asleep out of exhaustion immediately I got to class. Life for me was nothing but pain and suffering.
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RYAN'S POV
Lonely, dejected, despondent. That's how pathetic and miserable I will be without a mate. Yet, I have searched for her. Waited as my father advised. I have exercised patience to my last straw.
I am the future Alpha of Black Night Pack, born and bred to rule my people and fulfill my destiny. But who is a ruler without a queen by his side? Suddenly, I feel it! All over me.
Overwhelming me. Like the moon goddess had listened to my pleas and brought my mate and i together. I can smell her scent. It fills my nostrils, and it enrages me with frustration.
'Mate' My wolf howls. I struggle to keep my beast at bay. The classroom is full, yet I can feel her around me. Somewhere. I have been to this class a thousand times. Yet, I have never caught a scent as beautiful and inviting as that one. My werewolf senses direct me to the girl sleeping at the far end of the row. My eyes are heightened. I have the urge to make a claim over her. To mark her without carrying for privacy. "Mine.'' my wolf howls, ready to pounce on her and have her in my arms. Finally, I have found my mate.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole's life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor's cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. "Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!" Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. "I don't hate you, Nicole," he sneers. "I despise you." When Nicole reveals she's pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica's determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. "I'll make them pay so dearly that they'd regret ever been born!" She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don't want to miss!
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?