When an Alpha of a pack has two sons on the same day, a duel will be held, and the winner of the fight becomes the next Alpha. Ash, a fiery Omega maid was at the arena, carrying out her duties when she perceived the most pleasant smell ever, "Mate!" Her wolf growled inside her. Not caring about the punishment she would suffer, she abandoned her duty post and followed the smell... She was astonished and stopped with fear when she saw her mate was one of the Quinn brothers. The infamous Viking Devil that drinks beer from the skulls of those he had killed... Their eyes locked and he whispered to her. "Mate!" They walked towards each other. But instead of claiming her as he should, he walked past her to embrace another she-wolf behind her. Her sworn enemy. "Mate!" Her heart thudded painfully when she heard them say to each. It was a conspiracy that began decades before they were both born. A conspiracy she was determined to unravel or die trying.
I hate daytime. The rise of the sun which usually brings some level of joy to others has only brought sadness to me. My suffering would usually begin with back-breaking chores as the sun rises and would go on and on while getting physically abused in the process, till late in the evening when most pack members finally retire to bed.
What makes it worse is that my body is not strong enough to withstand the magnitude of pain they inflict on me, and I don't heal as fast as a normal werewolf should. I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf.
I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that call themselves my family.
Now I'm almost eighteen and for as long as I can remember, I've been insulted and beaten so many times my body has kinda gotten used to it. It's as if they all want to know what it feels like to beat on the freak who smells like a shifter but just wouldn't shift. They wanted to find out how flat I could lie for them to trample on. How strong my body is compared to theirs and how much punishment my body can withstand before it finally begs for mercy
But I refuse to beg. No matter how hard I am kicked and how much pain my body is going through, I have never cowered in fear, nor have I begged for mercy. That is what infuriates them the most about me and what makes me happy the most about them. Oh, how I love to see that look of frustration on their faces when they couldn't break me.
So for me, pain is synonymous with daytime. But nighttime is different. Nighttime means peace and tranquility at last! It is the time I finally get to put my feet up, close my eyes, and forget for the moment all the physical, mental, and emotional abuse I suffered during the daytime.
It is the time I can relax enough so my body can be able to heal till I'm finally able to drift off to la-la land. Nighttime and sleep, my temporary escape from the cruelty that I face daily from my family and pack members.
My name is Ash...
No, not Asher. Not Ashley either. Just plain Ash. Like the powdery residue left after the burning of a substance...
Yeah, strange name for a girl, I know. I guess my parents hate me that much. I mean who named their only daughter Ash, made her drop out of school, and forced her to work as a maid!?
Ever since they made me drop out of school at sixteen, saying I needed to work and contribute to the housekeeping expenses. My mother forced me to work as a maid, the same work she does for a living. While she works at the Alpha's mansion. She made me work at the pack house, cooking for, and cleaning after so many people
Most pack members like my family have their own houses but only high-ranking officials stay in the pack house with their families if they so wish. And most of them do, who would pass on the opportunity of a free maid service?
Today's work is more hectic than usual. All pack officials and elders are gathered inside the pack's dining hall, waiting for the Alpha and his Luna before the day's meeting commences.
'This meeting must be important.' I think to myself, wondering what it is about. I know for sure that the Alpha doesn't necessarily involve the pack elders in a meeting unless it's important and he needs their opinion. Since I dropped out of school and every shifter avoided me like a plague, there's no way for me to keep track of pack matters anymore. Except for the tit-bit gossip that I pick up from my dad at the breakfast table that I'm not allowed to sit at.
I heard my father telling my brother and mom about the two Quinn brothers from the Silver Moon's pack, which is the biggest pack in North America. The brothers want to duel with each other to know who will be the next Alpha of their pack. And the Alpha of our pack thinks it's compulsory for all girls that have not been mated to attend the duel, who knows maybe the future Luna will be from our pack
By all girls that have not been mated, I knew without being told that it doesn't include the Omega maid who hasn't even gotten her wolf yet. Well, I hope someone gets to meet their mate, even if it's none of the Quinn brothers.
After the officials and elders are done with their breakfast, I rush to the dining room to start clearing the dirty dishes off the dining table. I need to get the task done and get the coffee going and it has to be ready before the Alpha and Luna's arrival otherwise the Beta won't be happy with me.
I have my trolley filled to the brim with dirty dishes and ready to leave when the dining hall door is pushed open. I freeze in my tracks and we all look towards the door to see if it's the Alpha and his Luna that just arrived. The thought of the Alpha arriving when everything has not been set and ready on the table frightens me. The Beta will surely have my head. I will be severely punished for being tardy
The door opens all the way in and it isn't the Alpha, thank God for that. A 3-tier trolley cart is slowly being pushed inside. On the trolley are a 55-cup stainless steel coffee urn, large bowls of sugar, a big creamer vessel, and several coffee mugs stacked face down. I turn white with fear when I see the person pushing the heavy-laden cart is Martha, the only person who loves and cares for me in this world.
Martha is of African-American descent. The seventy-six-year-old maid has been asked to retire due to a hip injury that happened as a result of a bad fall but she outrightly refused to because of me. She was afraid I would one day be beaten to death if she was no longer around to watch over me and plead on my behalf
Martha is like the mother I never had. Even though I know she's just trying to help me out so I don't get punished for finishing late. Looking at her struggling with her bad hip to push a 3-tier trolley with so much stuff on it hurts my heart so bad. I'm angry at the system that refused to get more maids to assist me but would still punish me whenever I didn't finish my chores on time.
I immediately abandoned the cart I was pushing and rushed forward to get the trolley from her
"Hey, freak!... This water pitcher is empty, go fill it up right this moment!" I heard the Gamma chief's voice call from behind me before I could get to Martha. I know right then that I'm in deep shit because he knew how much Martha means to me and wanted to use her to punish me for refusing his sexual advances. I hesitated in my tracks for about three seconds, considering whether to go fill the water pitcher or help Martha with the trolley
All the shifters in the room gasped when they saw I continued towards Martha. Even Martha froze. I can see how badly she's shaking when she lets go of the trolley and leans on the wall for support. She knows I'm not trying to deliberately disobey the Gamma chief. Why would I do that when I don't have a death wish?
The fact is, whether I fill the water pitcher or not, Mr. Asshole Gamma chief would still look for an excuse to punish me, and punish me hard he will! He's had it in for me ever since I kicked him hard in the nuts for trying to force himself on me. Since I know there's no escaping this one, I ignore his command and help Martha to a chair. Then I mentally readied my body for the blows and kicks that I knew would soon come raining down on me.
It was a perfect plan to destroy both their families in one go... One moment Emma was happily reveling on the memory of the previous night's magical kiss... The next, she got a package that reads... "Here's some cash. Hope it's enough to cover what you charge per night... And the small envelope contains some morning-after pills. Guess we were both too drunk to remember protection!' She was aghast when she realized she was not in her dormitory room... The previous night was blurry... Did we have sex!?... Why can't I remember!?... How could he think me a prostitute!?... Leo also couldn't clearly remember what happened between him and the girl he met the previous night... He thought it was just a hook-up only to learn she might be part of a group that killed his father to gain access to his family's empire. She hated him for taking away her innocence. He hated her for taking away his freedom. They must get married!... Even if it's a contract marriage that would last for two years.
The coming together of fire and ice. Tunde and Abby are two incompatible individuals with alpha personalities who bring out the worst in each other. He's cold and dangerous. Ruggedly good looking with devil may care attitude. She's vivacious and sassy. Her beauty's alluring, her personality, hot and fiery. She's broken by her dark past which threatened her future and he's the only man capable enough to make her heal. If only she didn't find him so annoying! The passion they emit is uncontrollable, and spellbinding. Will they find an equilibrium that works for them as they struggled to hold their love together, and bring war over their enemies?
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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?"