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Triplet Alpha's Omega Mate

Lennox cornered her in the hallway, his amber eyes troubled. “You didn’t deserve that.” “Didn’t I?” Olivia challenged. “Wasn’t it you who told the entire pack that the daughter of a traitor should be treated as less than human?” “I was wrong,” he admitted. “We all were.” “Three years, Lennox. Three years of serving as your Omega, of being spat on, of watching you three worship the ground Anita walks on while I’m nothing but a shameful secret.” From the shadows, Levi’s voice emerged. “The Moon Goddess bound us for a reason.” Olivia’s bitter laugh echoed through the corridor. “And you’ve fought that reason every step of the way.” “We didn’t know,” Louis appeared beside his brothers, forming the triangle that had always made Olivia feel trapped. “About your father, about the conspiracy—” “So that’s what it takes?” she asked, voice trembling. “My father’s name being cleared for you to acknowledge me as your Luna? As your mate?” “No,” Lennox reached for her. “It’s seeing your strength, your resilience despite everything we put you through.” “We were cruel,” Levi admitted. “We were wrong,” Louis echoed. Olivia looked at each of them, these three powerful Alphas now regarding her with something approaching reverence. Olivia’s smile held no warmth. “Now I realize some wounds cut too deep to heal. You can’t break someone for years and expect them to be whole for you when it’s convenient.”
Sugarlitics · 1.3m Views

Entangled:Once upon a forgotten time. 1:Whispers of Fate and Destiny

In the courtroom,heavy silence reigned,even a pin drop would be hear as everyone tried to process what they just heard. "A marriage proposal?" Isabelle says,her voice low,daring the man standing before her to repeat himself "Yes milady" The man affirms without flinching,unfazed by the threat in her voice. Though he was impressed. His answer seemed to not have helped matters as a wave of murmur followed as the ministers whispered to each other,some of them visibly showing their outrage on the face. "How dare...?"Felix starts taking a step forward but is immediately stopped by Isabelle's raised hand. Isabelle sits up,the silver white veil that covered half her face didn't mask her commanding aura at all, straightening her back,the sleeves of her gown shift with her translucent champagne-gold fabric, draped like a royal mantle, edges threaded with fine gold embroidery shaped like anvil-forged vines. The bodice beneath is a structured steel-boned corset overlaid with gold leaf patterns, glinting softly like polished metal, cinched tightly at the waist before flowing into sheer layered skirts split by a forward slit, framed in subtle metallic details. At her neck rests a pendant of pearls and clear gemstones set in forged gold, sitting like armor shaped for a queen. A crown-tiara of interlocking blade-like points holds her ginger waves in place, and at her feet, gold-strapped sandals with delicate ankle filigree ground her firmly, a ruler who embodies beauty, war, and law in equal measure. Her blue grey eyes hardened as her eyes showed a smile which was not a smile. "Leave my courtroom" she says cauing the entire room to go dead silent. "What!?" Declan Moore couldn't believe his ears "If you're going to stand in my courtroom,right beneath my throne,in my kingdom and yet you can't address me properly,leave my courtroom NOW" Isabelle says word by word looking him dead in the eye
Blexxi_ael · 822 Views

Gender Change: I Can’t Stop Turning Into A Demon Enchantress

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 "To rule the world, he wanted to be a King. Fate decided he would be a Queen." *Slow-Burn TF: A detailed transformation from a lean boy to a voluptuous, devastatingly sexy beauty. *Genre: Gender Bender (Male to Female), High Fantasy, Adult, System, Harem, Incest (Cousins), Yuri (After Transformation), Domination/Submission. Alex was a disappointment. In a world ruled by powerful Gene Warriors, he was a nineteen-year-old F-rank awakener with zero talent, working the bellows in his uncle's blacksmith shop. As a fellow traveler from Earth, he dreamed of a powerful system, strength, domination, and standing at the top. But a thunderstorm in the Green Leaf Mountains changed everything. Seeking shelter in a dilapidated shrine, Alex stumbles upon a broken statue and a mysterious, silver-haired beauty who shouldn't exist. She is the Silver Serpent Empress—an ancient, predatory soul in need of a body. And she chooses him. Locked in a battle for his own body, Alex watches in horror as his rough skin molts away to reveal porcelain perfection, his muscles soften into dangerous curves, and his presence becomes a pheromone-laced trap that no one—male or female—can resist. "Stop fighting it, little vessel," the Empress whispers in his mind, her voice like honey mixed with poison. "Look at how your cousin looks at you. The City Lord wants to chain you to her bed. You have the power to bring kingdoms to their knees... all you have to do is open your legs." Alex trembled, clutching his chest where his nipples were throbbing painfully against his shirt. "I am a man! I won't be your toy!" "Are you?" she laughs. "Then why does your body tremble so sweetly when you are touched?" Alex must navigate a world where he is no longer the hunter, but the ultimate prize.
MountainDuskwalker · 22.2k Views

Claimed By My Three Alpha Stepbrothers

My mother sold her soul for a new husband… and took mine with her. I thought this gilded cage would be my personal hell. I was wrong. Because living in this mansion means living with them. The Dolf brothers. Gorgeous. Volatile. Broken. And my new stepbrothers. They call me ‘stepdaughter’ to my face. But the things they whisper in my ear? The way their hands find my body in the shadows? It’s a dangerously different story. There’s a wildness in them. Something primal. I hear it in the low growl that escapes when another man looks my way. I feel it in the heat that rolls off their skin, a furnace just waiting to ignite. I see it in the way they hunt me with their eyes, like I’m prey. I don’t know their secret. But I know this much… whatever monster lives inside them is coming for me. And I should be fighting back. I should be running from their intoxicating promises, their searing touches, their savage hunger. But I’m not running. I’m not fighting. Because the truth is… a part of me, the part that’s been broken my whole life, answers their call. They say I’m here to be their anchor. But what if I want to be the storm? Because when a wolf claims its mate, there’s no letting go. One more thing… All three of them want me, all three of them break me, but there’s one whose soul calls to mine… One… AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn’t a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…
Kael Voss · 198k Views

(BL) Taming the Field Guide

The sequel to Hunting the Field Guide. Kellen thought that his troubles were over. He'd dealt with the issue of the Poison Gate, he'd saved his sister, and he found out the location of where his trusty fellow Field Guide was located. As far as he was concerned, things were finally looking up for him. He could finally, finally live out the peaceful life he'd wished for when he'd first left the Front Lines. But then the E.A.G. reared it's old head. A hydra, a beast that just wouldn't die, Kellen was at his damn wit's end. All he wanted was to live out the life he'd literally carved out for himself. He just wanted to be happy with his Captain. Why was it so damn hard? ~ Meanwhile, Brent Jameson just wanted to be left alone. A man who knew he could have exceptional talent, Brent just wanted to do what he loved. Sleep around, escort people through Gates, and drink his problems away whenever he wanted to. He did not want to be the new Head of a Guild. That sounded like the exact opposite of what a man like him would want to do. He also didn't want to be attached. Maybe Kellen was right and he had a type, and maybe he avoided that kind of person, but hey, he was just a guy. He couldn't be with someone when he was worried at any minute that he could be teleported away from them and dropped into the ocean. Hell, it was dangerous for him to even have friends. Now that he was back 'home' with his lovely, wonderful family, he knew that he had made the right choice. Brent was better off alone.
CalyB · 74k Views