When Elena Cross is snatched from her life and forced into the dark world of the Blackstone Pack, she learns the ruthless truth about Alpha Kael Thorn a man as dangerous as he is powerful, and as captivating as he is cruel. Bound to him by a primal mate bond she never asked for, Elena finds herself trapped in a twisted battle of wills, where her humanity is both her shield and her curse. Kael despises everything about her. To him, she's a weakness, a threat to his pack, and a constant reminder of a past betrayal. Yet no matter how he tries to deny it, the bond keeps pulling him back to her, fueling an obsession he cannot escape. She's his mate, his property yet she defies him at every turn. In a world where freedom seems impossible, Elena is determined to resist him and break free. But as the tension between them blurs the line between hate and desire, she realizes that Kael's hold on her is far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Can Elena find the strength to escape, or will she be bound forever to a man who might be her worst nightmare... and her only salvation?
Elena Cross was only halfway down the alleyway behind the bar when she heard footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and just far enough behind that she couldn't dismiss it as coincidence.
She wrapped her fingers tighter around the small can of pepper spray she always carried and kept walking, keeping her pace steady. Faster would mean giving in to fear, letting whoever was behind her know she'd noticed. Instead, she took a calming breath, eyes fixed ahead on the glimmer of streetlight spilling from the main road.
But the steps quickened.
Elena's heart stuttered, then leapt into a frantic rhythm, thundering in her ears. Every self-defense class, every late-night warning her mom had ever given her came rushing back in flashes. Don't run. Stay calm. Don't show fear.
The footsteps gained on her, and as she tightened her grip on the spray, she finally broke her own rule. She ran.
The sudden burst of movement shattered the silence of the alley, her shoes pounding against the pavement, echoing off the narrow brick walls. She could hear him following her, relentless, gaining ground faster than should have been possible. The few late-night sounds of the city blurred in her mind; all she could hear was her own ragged breath, her heart drumming wildly, and the nightmare pounding of his boots.
She skidded out of the alley and onto the open street, her eyes frantically searching for anyone, anyone who could help. But this part of town had always been empty by midnight. Even the bars a few blocks away felt like an eternity to reach.
A hand gripped her shoulder, hard enough to yank her back, nearly off her feet.
Elena spun, swinging the pepper spray toward his face, her finger pressed down on the trigger before she'd even gotten a good look at him. But it didn't hit. He moved with inhuman speed, grabbing her wrist and twisting it just enough to make her fingers go numb. The canister fell to the ground, a tiny, useless sound that felt final.
She finally looked up at him-and that's when she noticed his eyes. Dark, like polished onyx, and cold, devoid of any trace of humanity.
"Well, that was cute," he said, voice low and mocking. His hand on her wrist was painfully strong, his fingers like iron around her skin.
"Let go of me." Her voice shook, and she hated herself for it, but she didn't dare look away. Fear clawed up her spine, paralyzing and absolute.
"Oh, I don't think so." He pulled her closer, his face inches from hers. "See, I've been looking for you, Elena."
Her breath caught. "How... How do you know my name?"
He tilted his head, and there was a strange intensity in his gaze, something dark and unyielding. "Oh, I know more than just your name. I know you've been working in that dingy bar for nearly a year now. I know you walk home alone most nights, cutting through that alley to save a few minutes. I know you think you're smarter than most of the people around here." He leaned even closer, his breath hot against her ear. "And I know you belong to me."
The words were a blow, as if he'd reached inside her chest and squeezed her heart until it was nothing more than a shuddering fragment. She tried to pull back, but his grip tightened, his nails biting into her skin. "Let me go, or I swear, I'll-"
"You'll what?" he interrupted, his voice laced with cold amusement. "Scream? Run? Fight?" He laughed softly, the sound dark and cutting. "I don't think you understand, Elena. There's nowhere you can go where I won't find you. Nowhere you can hide from me."
Her mind raced, grasping for anything, any way out, but his hold was unbreakable. His face was unreadable, a mask of cold control, but something dark lurked beneath, a hunger that terrified her.
"Why are you doing this?" Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with panic.
His gaze flicked over her face, lingering on her trembling lips, her wide eyes. "Because you're mine," he said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. And before she could react, he pulled her closer, pressing his mouth to hers in a bruising, possessive kiss.
The shock rooted her in place. His lips were hard, relentless, as if he were staking some dark claim on her very soul. She twisted in his grip, but it was like fighting against steel; his hold was immovable, unbreakable.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker than before, an intense, almost feral gleam in their depths. "Consider that your warning, Elena. You're coming with me. And there's no escape."
Every part of her screamed to fight, to resist, but the look in his eyes, the brutal strength in his grip, told her one thing: he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her if she defied him.
Her heart thundered, but she lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster. "I don't know who you think you are, but I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone."
His lips curved into a chilling smile. "You're wrong. You belong to me, whether you like it or not."
She barely had time to draw breath before he hoisted her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all, ignoring her fists as they beat against his back. She screamed, kicked, twisted, but his grip was relentless
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Caroline Forbes never imagined her life would lead her here sold by her own father to a man the kingdom whispers about in fear. Damon Morningstar, the ruthless and enigmatic werewolf king, has buried three wives already, each one dying under mysterious circumstances. Now, Caroline is forced to become his fourth bride, trapped in a castle where secrets linger in every shadow. Rumors say he's cursed; that any woman he claims as his queen is doomed. Caroline knows that escape is her only chance at survival, yet she can't deny the magnetic pull she feels whenever Damon is near. To her horror, she discovers the truth Damon is her fated mate, her one bond that could either destroy her or break the curse haunting him. But Damon is possessive, and he's willing to risk everything to keep her in his grasp. As desire and danger intertwine, Caroline must decide whether to flee for her life or surrender to the call of a man who might just be her undoing. Will she escape his dark hold, or will she become the queen who saves him and herself?
Isabella Cruz never asked for a fairy tale romance especially not with Rafael DeLuca, Manila's most ruthless CEO and heir to a powerful mafia empire. Thrown into an engagement she didn't choose, Bella tries to keep her heart safe from the cold, arrogant man who believes she's nothing but a gold-digger. But when she finds herself falling for him, her world shatters as Rafael's true intentions are revealed: he never wanted her, and he certainly never loved her. After signing their divorce papers with a broken heart and a secret child on the way Bella disappears from Rafael's life, determined to start anew. But when she reappears months later as the dazzling heiress of a wealthy business tycoon, Rafael's world is turned upside down. She's no longer the timid woman he underestimated she's now the queen of the city's elite, and everyone wants her. As Rafael grapples with the loss of the only woman who truly saw him, he realizes he might have thrown away the only love that ever mattered. But will he be able to win her back in a world that won't easily forgive his mistakes, or has Bella finally slipped beyond his reach?
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
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?
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.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.