Omega Eliza Harrington has met a lot of her father's associates in the past, but the gorgeous, half Italian Alpha Romano Alessandro Visconti was the one to render her speechless. Eighteen months into their marriage, however, Romano has turned into ice. In a desperate attempt to escape a relationship that has now proven to be as passionate as it is cold and hateful, Eliza summons the courage to ask for a divorce. But before Romano grants her request, he demands something from her: an alpha heir. The stalemate they are stuck in sickens her. Never mind that Romano has yet to introduce her to the large family that means so much to him. Or that Eliza overhears her husband on the phone with a mystery woman. The most damning is that Eliza senses that Romano's callous attitude towards her involved behind-the-scenes machinations of Victor Harrington, her cruel father. From the depths of her anxiety, Eliza must seek an empowering truth about the husband who calls her, with such cold affection, his Tesoro, his beloved.
Eliza fell back onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration and limp with pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently racked her slender frame.
Her husband, Romano, had disentangled, detached, and distanced himself from her within seconds of their mutual orgasm and lay on his back beside him, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Eliza turned on her side to lovingly trace Romano's profile with her eyes, yearning to touch and caress the smooth and slightly tanned skin, but she knew her touch would be rebuked.
Romano's words, the ones he always said after his climax, still hovered in the air between them and still, after all these months, it hurt more than they should have.
"Give me a son, Eliza..."
With those five words, he killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment, and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological act for an heir.
After eighteen months of the same things, same words, Eliza had finally accepted that it would never change. It wasn't an abrupt realization. No, it was one that had been growing steadily since the very first time he'd said them.
But Eliza had her own five words. They were words that had been on the tip of her tongue for months and should have been spoken long before now. They were words that she could no longer swallow; no matter how much it hurt her to say them.
She sat up, naked, her body still trembling, and drew her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pressed her cheek to her knees, and watched as Romano's breathing steadied and her own shaking subsided.
He lay spread-eagled, magnificently nude, his eyes shut, but she knew that he wasn't asleep. As usual he would take a few moments to compose himself before heading for the shower, where she always imagined him frantically scrubbing her scent and touch from his bronzed skin.
Eliza could no longer contain the words, and they spilled from her lips in desperate earnestness.
"I want a divorce, Romano."
Romano tensed. Every single muscle in his body went as tight as a coiled spring before he turned his head to meet his stare. His eyes were hooded, and his upper lip curled mockingly.
"But I thought you loved me, Eliza," he taunted with exquisite cruelty, and Eliza closed her eyes, trying to mask the pain that his words caused her. When she was sure she had her emotions under control, she opened her eyes.
"Not anymore." She hoped the lie sounded convincing.
"Hmmm..." Romano purred. "What happened to 'I'll love you forever, Alpha'?"
"Things change," he whispered.
"What things?" Romano rolled onto his side and propped himself up onto his elbow, resting his head on his hand. He looked so much like a spartan gladiator in repose that her throat went dry with desire.
Eliza swallowed painfully.
"F-feelings change..." she stuttered. Again Romano gave that husky purr of agreement, but Eliza wasn't fooled by his relaxed posture; he was as tense as a coiled snake.
"I...I've changed..."
"You look no different," he said, his voice still terrifyingly tender. "Still the same omega I married. The one who claimed to love me so much she couldn't live without me. The one whose daddy made sure she got exactly what she wanted..."
And that was when Romano struck, without moving, without so much as changing his voice.
"The same timid little omega who can't even give me the only thing I've ever wanted from this pathetic excuse for a marriage." Eliza flinched but she refused to divert her eyes.
"All the more reason for a divorce." Eliza tried for blasé but failed miserably.
"Maybe for you." Romano shrugged. "But I told you from the very beginning, cara, there would be no easy way out of this marriage. Not until I get what I want from you, and that day looks to be a long way off!. Unfortunately, as cliché as it may seem, you've made this bed and now we both have to lie in it!"
"I can't live like this anymore." Eliza buried her face in her knees and fought to keep the tears at bay.
"Neither of us has much choice..." The alpha sat up and stretched languidly before getting up to walk to the en-suite bathroom.
Eliza heard the shower start moments later and took a few seconds to compose herself before swiping the hot tears from her face with the backs of her hands.
She dragged on a gauzy peignoir and headed toward the kitchen to fix a drink of hot milk and honey. It was a concoction her mother used to make for her when she was a little girl, and she hoped that the comforting beverage would soothe her ragged nerves.
The familiar task of preparing the drink calmed her down significantly, and she had just eased onto a bar stool and taken her first sip when she felt the alpha's presence behind her.
The hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end, and his hands started shaking again.
"You must be cold in only that skimpy little thing you're wearing," Romano observed idly, heading to the fridge for a carton of orange juice.
His short black hair was damp and standing up in tuffs where he had carelessly towel-dried it after his shower.
He wore nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts. He looked as gorgeous as always, and Eliza hated him more than ever for that masculine perfection.
"I'm fine." Eliza got up abruptly and headed toward the sink to rinse her mug, but Romano grabbed her elbow to halt her movement. She tensed, shocked by the touch...Romano never touched her outside of the bedroom. In the eighteen months they had been married, married not boned, this was the first time that she could recall the alpha touching her without it being a precursor to s*x. Romano leaned closer to her and lowered his lips to her ear. She felt his hot breath on the side of her face before he spoke.
"There'll be no more talk of divorce, Eliza...ever," the alpha told her with a sickening air of finality.
"You can't stop me from divorcing you, Romano," she responded bravely.
"Alpha, it's confirmed, we observed her emerging from the airport." Cyrus Carter's body stiffened at the news. It had been three years since he last laid eyes on HER, yet the mention of her name still stirred up the same tumultuous emotions within him. AriaThompson still had the power to make his heart race and ache, but this time, it was not with happiness...... it was filled with rage and determination. "Prepare the car. I'm getting remarried today, and this time, I'll ensure she does not escape me!...... us " he declared, his gaze fixed on the photograph of his mate.
Selene comes from a lead family of one of the biggest packs in the country . she has been taught how to be a good omega for her future alpha mate. Her parents arranged her marriage, she is promised to Alpha Tristan Blackwood , the heir of the biggest pack in the country, she is over the moon because her dreams about handsome, powerful alpha mate come true. But years pass between their first meeting and the wedding and Selene learns the hard way that reality is not the same as fairytales .Her mate shows no interest in her and seemed like he didn’t even want her. She stopped believing they might fall in love is she ready to give up on her dreams? Or would they just coexist ?
She looks delightful," the alpha's voice dropped a note, making Anastasia flustered. She finally deflected her gaze away from the alpha . The alpha's face still looked angry, yet his words suggested he wasn't. Does he just never look happy? "We found her, our mate." "8 fucking years," the other alpha hummed. "We waited for you for 8 years. Now that you are finally in front of us, I can see why. Perfection cannot be rushed and there is no omega like you." "Perfect," the other repeated back, face still buried in her scent gland. Anastasia only ever wanted to feel safe. She got more than he bargained for when he ran away from his cruel father and even crueler intended mate her father sold her to
Isabella and Jaxon are arranged to marry by their families in a world where only a handful find their soulmates and alphas are the only ones who detect the soul bond and even fewer of them get to be with their mates. Only Jaxson is capable of feeling. Will he be able to make his soulmate fall in love with him as he has with her?
Eva has a one-sided crush on the boss but hides it since she thinks he's a playboy. What would she do if he began to focus on her all of a sudden? Would she be able to safeguard her heart? Or would she get together with him and change him
The story of a true blood alpha and rare omega. Separated by fate and the true blood undoing cursed to live for years without his mate. A reunion opportunity is given by the moon goddess but their journey is difficult would the true blood be able to undo the past mistakes or does history repeat itself
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Olivia White replaced her sister to be engaged to Vincent Barton. She thought that the one she married would be a disabled man with notorious reputation, while to her surprise, Vincent is actually very handsome with great figure. What’s more, he treats her so well that he tends to satisfy all her requirements with no limits. In front of the public, he is the ruthless heir to the Emperor, while in front of her, he is her clingy husband who only belongs to her.