I knew that whatever he desired, I was meant to comply, and I was ready to obey him completely. Even if, it included going down on my very knees and sucking his soul like my life depended on it. He was my alpha and I was his omega. Maybe, theirs... "You're such a slut, little omega and very soon, I'm going to show you how sluts are punished." I tried so hard to bit back my moan. In my head, I just wanted him to bend me over and fuck the shit out of me. He was a walking temptation and I might fumble soon. "Now, put on some clothes and tidy up the room before I get back." He ordered me before leaving, making me release the breath that I had been holding. ******* Hazel, a destitute and lonely omega, finds herself on the auction block after her family sells her to pay off debts. She's won by Logan, the terrifying Alpha of the Silvermoon pack. Thrown into the lavish and intimidating world of the Silvermoon academy, Hazel is told she must serve the Alpha triplets - the handsome yet cruel Asher, the brooding and dark Zane, and the charming yet manipulative Tyler.
~Hazel~
I stared out the car window, watching as the world whizzed by in a blur. My stomach twisted with nerves as I tried to come to terms with what was happening to me. My own parents had betrayed me, handing me over to the Alpha, who owned the Silvermoon Academy. And not just any Alpha, but a ruthless and powerful one named Logan, who ruled the Silvermoon Pack.
I didn't know what my fate would be at the academy. I had heard stories about omegas like me being used for breeding or sold off to other packs. The uncertainty of it all made me feel sick to my stomach.
As we pulled up to the gates of the academy, I took a deep breath and tried to steel myself for what was to come. The gates opened, and we drove through a long, winding path that led to the main building. It was an impressive structure, with tall columns and a grand entrance. I could see other students milling about, all of them looking at me curiously as we drove by.
The car finally came to a stop, and as I stepped out of the car, my eyes immediately locked onto the towering figure of Alpha Logan, flanked by his son, which I assumed was Asher, the first of his three Alpha triplets. The aura of power that radiated from the two of them was suffocating. I felt as though the very air around me had thickened.
Alpha Logan was a man to be feared. His reputation preceded him, and rumours about his ruthlessness had spread throughout the werewolf kingdom. It was said that he showed no mercy to those who crossed him and that he ran his academy with an iron fist.
Asher was just as imposing as his father. He was tall, with broad shoulders and piercing grey eyes that seemed to see straight through me. He was the epitome of cold, calculating power.
"Welcome to the academy," Logan said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I trust you know why you're here."
I nodded, feeling a knot form in my stomach. I had been sold to Logan, and now I was his property.
"Good because you'll be serving my triplets as their omega," he restated.
Asher stepped forward, his eyes still fixed on me. "I will be your guide," he said, his voice gruff. "Follow me."
As we walked through the academy, I couldn't help but feel like a prisoner. Everywhere we went, there were guards watching us, making sure we didn't step out of line. I saw other students watching me curiously, some with sympathy in their eyes, others with disgust.
I couldn't help but stare at the back of Asher; his muscles bulged under his shirt, and it caused a flutter in my stomach. Despite the fear that he instilled in me, I couldn't deny that I might be attracted to him.
"That's the door to the room that you will be staying in; make sure to keep your space clean, or else you will be punished." He said this before leaving me to speak with his father.
His words only sent a shiver down my spine, which made me wonder if he was always like this or if he loosened up sometimes.
As I entered the room, I was taken aback by its size. It was spacious and dominated by the presence of three large beds, each with their own towering headboard. The walls were painted a deep shade of blue, giving the room a cosy yet masculine vibe. To my right, there was a large window that let in the soft glow of the moonlight, casting a calming ambiance over the room.
As I walked in, I noticed that my space was the smallest of them all. A queen-sized bed was pushed up against the far wall, barely leaving any space to walk around it. On the other hand, the boys' beds were huge, with dark blue bedspreads that contrasted sharply with the white pillows. The room wasn't too messy, but it was clear that it belonged to a group of guys. Clothes were strewn haphazardly across the floor, and there were empty water bottles and snack wrappers littered on the nightstands. It was a room that was well-lived in, but not completely unkempt.
Just then, the second triplet stepped out of the bathroom, and I couldn't help but take him in. His towel was wrapped low around his waist, revealing his chiselled abs and water droplets trailing down his toned chest. He was tall and broad, towering over me at least six feet, with dark, tousled hair and piercing green eyes. He was the epitome of a bad boy, and I couldn't deny that I was also attracted to him.
I must admit that Alpha Logan really passed his good genes to his sons. It made me imagine what the last triplet would look like.
I felt his eyes on me, scanning me from head to toe. His gaze felt almost physical, like he was undressing me with his eyes. I felt a blush creeping up on my face, and I quickly averted my gaze.
"Did you get lost on your way here?" His voice was low and flirtatious.
"N-no, I'm your new roommate," I stated. His brows raised in realisation, and he nodded his head. "You must be Hazel."
"Yes, I am," I confirmed.
His smirk widened, and he stepped closer to me, his eyes roving over my body. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "This just got interesting."
"My name's Tyler." He stretched his huge hand for a shake, which I took with reluctance.
"Nice to meet you." I responded in a low tone.
I didn't like the tension that was building up, so I decided to divert his attention. "I was just looking for my bed."
"Well, you found it," he said, gesturing to the queen-size bed in the corner of the room. "It's not the biggest bed, but it'll do for an omega like you."
I frowned at the mention of my status, but I didn't let it show on my face. I knew that being an omega meant I was at the bottom of the werewolf hierarchy, but I didn't want to let it define me.
"I'm used to small spaces," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He chuckled, running his hands through his hair, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.
"Well, I hope you don't mind sharing a room with us alphas," he said, taking a step closer to me. "It could get a little wild in here."
I swallowed hard, feeling my heart race at his proximity. I couldn't deny that I was a little intimidated by him and his alpha status, but there was something about him that drew me in. Maybe it was the danger or the thrill of the unknown, but I knew that I was in trouble.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
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."
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.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!