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Captured by the Dragon

Captured by the Dragon

Adventure
5.0
WARNING This story will contain. Strong sexual content, strong language, dark scenes about human trafficking. Everything was shaking all around me as if I was in the back of a moving car. An unpleasant smell that could have woken me from even my darkest dreams filled the air and convinced me that I was wide awake. Fear instantly overcame my senses. Where was I? What was I doing here? Who took me? “Help…” I tried to shout. My torn throat wouldn’t allow it. In my mind, images flashed of barbaric shifters standing outside that door. Big, tall and rough creatures that knew no manners and only wanted to claim things. I’d heard stories since I was old enough to understand that they favored pretty human girls and plucked them off the roads as if they were all free for the taking. Patara tried to move back away from the handsome young man, but he held her firm. Squeezing her chin a little harder to keep her in place. His blue-grey, beautiful eyes looked over her every feature as if he wanted to burn the image in his mind. “Would you like me to take you away?” He asked in a husky voice. His words made her skin litter in goosebumps. She couldn’t speak, only nod desperately. “And what do you offer me in exchange for your rescue? Would you like to follow me?” Slowly, she nodded her head and put her hand in his. “Remember your promises,” he said against her ear. She held her breath. “The last person who betrayed me got to see what his insides looked like before I slit his throat.”
Propose to the alpha

Propose to the alpha

Werewolf
5.0
I'm a witch. I saw the future. Alpha Xavier will rule the kingdom and kill my whole family. He's taking revenge on us since my grandfather chose to align with his enemy. I can't just sit back and let that happen. So I decided to propose to him and get him killed before our fate's set. Yet, the moon goddess says otherwise... “Will you marry me, Alpha Xavier?” I asked and bowed slightly. Lord Xavier is currently the Alpha of the Leonard family. Apparently, he’s been hailed as one of the strongest men on the continent—and the most handsome. Not like that matters to me but I guess it’s a plus. “Excuse me?” The man stared at me in disbelief. “If have to repeat myself, will you marry me?” I looked up at Xavier who hadn’t moved a muscle nor taken his eyes off of me. He just needs to accept my proposal already! This silence and waiting is unbearable! I’m offering you money and power. What more could you possibly— “I accept your marriage proposal.” Xavier interrupted my thoughts and released his hold on me. I’ve succeeded! Another step closer to your death, my Lord… I accepted the witch girl’s proposal and walked out of the parlor without looking back at her. How could I? My heart raced inside of my chest, though I knew that these beats weren’t my own. Throughout the entire ordeal, something itched in the back of my mind. I knew what it was. “Lyon!” I commanded through thought. “What was that all about? What happened?” A howl echoed through my mind. “She’s our mate!” Lyon exclaimed. Mate?! The daughter of the Wisdom family was supposed to be my Luna? I couldn’t believe that the Moon Goddess was capable of such jokes and trickery.
Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Werewolf
4.9
“My… mate…” She felt his hot breath caress against the back of her neck when he whispered behind her, she moved too slow to prevent the man from forcing her to the grass beneath them. “My… mate!” He shouted as he straddled her against the cold ground, the darkness blinded her from his identity. His grip was strong and rough as he pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand, she could smell the alcohol on his breath when he whispered the word over and over against her ear. “I don’t—“ Doris gasped when he ripped her maids’ uniform off with little to no effort, leaving her almost bare in her undergarments. She struggled uselessly against his hold, the cold air stung her exposed skin. Doris didn’t understand what this man meant by mate. She didn’t have a mate—he was obviously very drunk and had the wrong girl. “Please don’t—“ Doris cried out in pain when she felt his teeth latch onto her neck. He bit down with no hesitation, as if he were claiming her in that moment to feast upon for eternity. The burst of pain slowly passed when he kissed the mark he just made upon her skin almost tenderly, her eyes fluttered open at the sensation. A wave of heat burned her entire body as he trailed his lips down her neck, only stopping to explore the tops of her breasts. Goosebumps coated her skin beneath his touches. Her breath quickened, she saw him tilt his head towards her in the darkness as if he listened to every slight sound she made. His free hand moved to caress her breasts where his mouth wasn’t. She felt disgusted with herself— “Oh!” Doris tried to swallow her moan and flushed red when she couldn’t hide her own reaction to a man that attacked her. She didn’t realize her body was so sensitive to touch in certain areas—even to a beastly man like him. His rough hand ran down the side of her body, surely feeling the heat he caused beneath her skin. The man leaned up to whisper in her ear the same word he’d said dozens of times, the one that confused her more than anything. “Mate…” “Please, I’m not—“ Approaching footsteps stilled his wandering hand once and for all. He stood, and for the first time she saw the moonlight shine on his face enough to reveal who her attacker was. She couldn’t believe— “Prince William!” The voices shouted.
The Rogue King

The Rogue King

Werewolf
5.0
Mate! Lucas cackled, high and insane in his mind. Our mate!! Daphne shrieked as the wolf leaped at her and tackled her to the ground. She stared up at the wolf looming over her, frozen in terror. She hissed at the pain in her neck as he removed its paw from her throat and stepped back just a bit. He growled, low and almost tender, “Mate.” Oh goddess, he was looking for his mate? He was going to kill her. “P-Please don’t k-kill me…” She pleaded, “P-Please, I…” The wolf flinched and trembled, “No. No. I wouldn’t-- Never-- I’m sorry…” Daphne wasn’t sure what to make of his sudden change in tone and demeanor. He took half a step back. “Are you hurt? Lemme see your wounds” Daphne asked worriedly. “Aren’t you… Aren’t you afraid of me?” She shrugged, “Not so long as your paws stay off my neck.” His face heated and his stomach clenched nervously. Even Lucas seemed anxious about it. “I’m sorry. I-I’m really sorry. I-I thought you were an enemy. I didn’t-- I mean--” She laughed a little, though it wasn’t mocking. He knew what that sounded like, but he didn’t know what to thinking of her laughter other than it was lovely. Her gaze turned gentle and sympathetic, “You are hurt. It’s okay. Besides, you apologized.” She shrugged again, “You’re so strong. If you really meant to hurt me, I wouldn’t be able to do much about it. Honestly, save for the scrape, you didn’t even touch me…. I guess you’re a polite and handsome, gentlemanly werewolf.” Arthur’s hands trembled with the need to touch her. He had never thought the goddess would tempt him like this, but he refrained. His hands were covered in dirt, blood, and who knew what else. He didn’t want to stain her clothes or dirty her in any way. His heart quaked at her words. He had never felt so embarrassed. His face was burning with it. Polite and handsome she’d called him. The elation was a warm, floating feeling easing his mind and her smile made him a bit dizzy. “I…” Her cheeks flushed, “Sorry… I’ve been living alone too long, so I end up talking too much when I’m around people. I'm sorry if I've offended you... I've never met a werewolf. I'm just a human.” Arthur didn't care what she was, “You are my mate.” If he could strangle Lucas for that outburst, he would, but it wouldn’t be fair. The years of isolation had made him awkward. She frowned, “Mate? What’s that?” Arthur clenched his hand, “It… My wolf told me… I thought I didn’t have a mate until I met you. Do you like me? I like you a lot.” The woman’s eyes widened and he regretted saying so much. He should have kept his mouth closed. What if she’s freaked out? “I… don’t understand. Is this a werewolf thing? Are all werewolves like this? I mean… I don't even know you, you don't even know my name--” “It’s Arthur,” he said, “...Could you tell me your name?” She eyed him warily and he did his best to stay still as she looked at him. “... it’s Daphne.” Arthur smiled at her and watched the flush of her cheeks grow.