"Fuck you. Get off me now!" He towers over me and his hands move under the covers, going higher and higher until I gasp. No matter how I want to push him away and stomp on his body, I can't. The heat and pleasure coming from his touch makes me go crazy. "Get off me, you dimwit." Through the heat, I force out words and I close my eyes as I moan when his lips descend on my neck, teasing and nibbling. "Oh goddess. Why won't you get off me." I try to push him off, in the mist of pleasure and he looks down at me with hooded eyes. My back touches the headboard when I shift backwards but he drags me back to himself by my ankle. "I am the King, Minerva. That means what I say goes." "Well, you can go fuck yourself or better yet, let your other mate do that for you." He climbs over me with his hands on each side of my head. Luckily, the heat is subsiding due to our close range. "I've told you a thousand time. I don't want you, I need you." "Fucker! I've told you a zillion times, I don't want to be your baby making machine, you stupid son of a mammoth-" He immediately shuts me up with a deep kiss, exploding my insides. ~~~~ It's every she-wolf's dream to be the mate of the wolf king but not Minerva's. She didn't plan to even know him, she didn't bargain to become a second mate, or a baby making machine to the King who has an unusual plan set up in his head; neither did she plan to be a hybrid. All these were a surprise to her, maybe being the King's mate comes with a few benefits, and being crazy comes with the chance to plan his death... Slowly, a very very slow death. Her multiple personalities has no bounds but what happens when he finally breaks her and gets his way. The once crazy mate turns into mush but even under all that events and whatnot is a new arising evil, hiding from their sights and rapidly growing in power. 'The Crazy Hybrid Of A Mate', didn't get the name for show... Er- maybe she did.
My wolf just can't stop jumping in my head, after all she just found her mate. Don't get me wrong, I am happy, just not happy that I am going to leave my sister behind.
Though my wolf has a strong bond with our sister and is somewhat sad about leaving her, she is more excited about being with her mate.
What wolf wouldn't be. Not mine.
I don't react as he steps into the car after me. I don't react as I feel his piercing gaze on me, but my wolf does. She just can't stop her excitement.
The car starts moving, leaving behind my sister and her mate, watching us from their palace.
I don't look back I know, she will have a happy life; after all she is the mated to the Elvin King.
She is in safe hands.
My wolf shares a bit of my sadness with me before she goes back to drooling over her mate.
I roll my eyes at this.
Classic.
"I can sense your inner turmoil, mate and I don't like it."
I try not to roll my eyes at him.
You're not meant to like it.
Ugh!
I wish this was one of my sister's werewolves books that she reads, maybe I would know how to handle him.
I'll call this one.
Minerva.
The Wolf King's Mate.
It sure has a ring to it.
I don't have the chance to think of the book cover because, he grips me by the chin and drags my face closer to his.
He glares at me so intensely, that I try to shrink away from him; not minding the fact that he is literally holding my chin rather very painfully.
"When I talk to you, I expect you to answer me."
Blah blah blah blah.
The only thing stopping me from saying that out loud is because he is the King of the wolves and he has my chin in his grip. He can crush me any second.
I guess, that's more than one thing.
I nod, in pretense.
If I want to get out of this car alive I have to agree to everything this handsom-
I mean to everything he says.
My wolf shakes her wolf head at me, mentally.
She believes that he won't harm us.
I scoff at this, not physically. I don't want my head removed from my body. I am too young for that.
His grip on my chin tightens and I groan loudly.
The driver must be thinking that we are doing the unimaginable here.
Thank the goddess for the black tinted glass separating us from his view.
"With words, little mate," His voice sends multiple of shivers down my spine.
Who is he calling little?
"Yes, my King."
Seems like he doesn't know how to make a dialogue.
Caveman.
My wolf frowns at me.
She doesn't like that I am degrading her- our mate.
If only he could hear my thoughts...
He sends me a last glare before he shifts away from me.
I don't know when I exhale in relief.
My head didn't cut off.
That's a start.
Right?
I try to focus my attention on the trees outside. I can already sense that we will soon be out of the fey realm.
I suppose that's good.
I am suppose to be happy, I guess.
I never liked faeries.
Leaning back on the car seat, I try to smile.
I have a feeling I won't any longer.
Then I fall asleep.
When I awaken, I don't know where I am.
The place looks blurry...
Oh!
That's just my eyes.
I can't stop myself from inhaling the scent coming from the pillow, and I reprimand myself for this.
Of course, this is his room.
Where else would I be?
I actually was hoping it was a dream, guess it wasn't.
Bummer.
Sitting on the bed, I examine the room.
It is more than I imagined, but I don't dwell on the details.
I shouldn't.
Perhaps, one day he will wake up and tell me to leave.
This is just too good to be true.
I stand up and walk to the door, opening it slowly. I poke my head out and find out that there is a hallway.
I was expecting this.
I stay here for some seconds, hoping to see anyone pass by but I get nothing.
Maybe he told his staff to not come here because of me...
Yeah, that's a great reason.
I slowly walk out of room, closing the door behind me and when I do this, a female appears from nowhere.
She walks confidently to my path, that I feel the urge to be like her...
Which is very absurd and so not happening.
Why did I think of that in the first place.
My stupid brain is working stupidly.
She approaches me with her chin up high. "The King requests for your presence in the dinning room."
Then she starts walking away.
That was a bit rude.
She suddenly stops and turns to back stare at me, "Aren't you coming?"
"Oh."
I run after her and she leads me pass several paths before we finally arrive at where I guess to be the dining room.
She isn't a wolf I can sense that.
Then what is she doing in here?
Before I can thank the female, she walks away, disappearing from my view.
I look away and face the Wolf King.
He stares at me too, holding a glass of wine on his lips.
Goddess!
Please, don't drool. Please don't.
"I called you here to apologize..."
To apologize?
That actually sounds weird coming from him, but who am I to judge.
"For what?" I ask, walking into the room with my arms folded.
He sighs, dropping the glass on the table beside him.
"For being a jerk. I am sorry for that."
I raise an eyebrow at him, "And how were you being a jerk?"
He rolls his eyes at me, catching me by surprise.
That doesn't seem like a kingly thing to do.
"I am sorry for the way I acted in the car, okay? There, I said it."
I smile at him and he looks away from me.
"Why did you act that way?"
"My wolf got mad when you didn't want to leave with us. He thought you were going to reject us, I thought that too."
I press my lips together with a nod, "I am sorry for that, my king. I didn't want to leave my sister."
"I understand," He nods back at me, "But what I don't understand is why you call me, my king..."
"Err... What am I supposed to call you?"
"By my name, of course."
"I don't know your name."
He is shocked, "You seriously don't know my name?"
I shrug at him, "Do I need to repeat it twice for you to understand?"
He rolls his eyes and I say, "I am actually not a fan of yours."
"I see and who are you to be exact?"
I smirk at this, "Is that your way of asking me of my name?"
He smirks back at me, "Maybe? I am Sebastian, if you must know."
"And I am Minerva."
"Such a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl."
I shake my head at this, "How many females have you told that exactly?"
The thought makes my wolf mad.
"The important thing is that you have accepted me as your mate."
I roll my eyes.
Oh Goddess.
Isabella is an example of the word special. In a whole generation of wolves behind her, no one has ever seen, heard or recorded of a wolf becoming the mate of a god. No in the wolf kingdom, no kingdom at all. The thing is that gods don't have mates but Isabella is made for him. He is bonded to her and she to him. This is the story of a princess and a god.
Love!! Laura barely knew the meaning of that. She was an orphan, an orphan with no family and home but then one day she found it. Love!! It never lies, some say. She fell in love but the world has a weird way of coming back to us. Soon enough, her past came to become her future, after all, she told being raped as nothing. This taught her many lessons... Lessons from love, betrayal and friendships.
Jenny is a dancer and singer too. Her trip to visit her parents leave a wide hole between her and her best friend's relationship. When they both come back together, a guy comes into their life. Both of them fall in love with him, she had to leave him for her best friend, that's what best friends do right?
Season 1: Vanessa Saxon was once married to Luca Kensington, the cold and distant CEO of K Group. But when she was seven months pregnant, her adopted sister, Beatriz Langley, falsely accused her of having an affair with her best friend, Daxton Radcliffe, and carrying his child. The worst part? Luca believed Beatriz. In a fit of rage, Luca demanded their baby be removed prematurely, leading to a tragic event where Vanessa nearly died from the ordeal. Saved by Daxton, Vanessa disappeared. Now, five years later, she returns-stronger and determined-alongside her daughter, Isla Saxon, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her. SEASON 2: Framed for a crime she didn't commit, Senna Thorne lost everything-her family, her freedom, and the man she once loved. Betrayed and abandoned, she was sentenced to a fate worse than death. Magnus Voss, the ruthless billionaire who once held her heart, now sees her as nothing more than a murderer, a woman unworthy of mercy. But when fate grants her a second chance, she returns under a new name, Zara Skye-no longer the broken woman he cast aside. Yet Magnus refuses to let go. He sees her, he feels her, and deep down, he knows-she is the ghost that haunts him, the love he once destroyed. But this time, Senna isn't here for love. She's here for vengeance. When their paths collide once more, will he uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will her revenge burn them both to ashes?
Charlotte, hurt and heartbroken after her boyfriend, Dylan cheated on her with his brother's fiancee Eleanor, found herself unexpectedly married to Adam, Dylan's older brother, a disabled man, a man she had no feelings for, a man very much older than she is. Adam and Charlotte agreed to have a contract marriage, just so they could get revenge on Dylan, and Eleanor, for hurting them. As time went by, Charlotte and Adam fell in love, however little did she know that this man was the complete opposite of what he portrayed himself to be. How will Charlotte react when she finds out that the man she married is a mafia, and that her life is at risk, staying married to Adam? What will Charlotte do when her one night stand comes back threatening the love she and Adam has built? How will Charlotte and Adam navigate their exes, Dylan, and Eleanor, wanting them back, and threatening to ruin the love they share? Find out in this tale of love , betrayal, and revenge, with so many plot twists that will keep you at the edges of your seats.
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?
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”