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Atasha Alpha's New Slave

Atasha Alpha's New Slave

A rise in the temperature, the whole body seemed to be lighten by flame. Bane Reed staggered to open the room306 and swiftly fell into the bed. Although the alcohol had almost paralysed her brain, there was still one thought in her mind that could not be taken away by those men. At that moment there was a heavy breathing responding in the dark room. "Get out of here!" Bane Reed was losing her mind when she heard the footsteps outside. 'Don't! Don't take me away, I can't go out. ' Bane Reed knew exactly what would happen to her when she was taken away by the hooligans. She rushed at the man, holding on tightly to his clothes, saying, "Help me, please. I need you to call the police." "Let go!" "No, please." "Get out of here!" There was a trace of anger in the man's voice. The wisp of reason in Bane's mind was going to be gone. All she knew was that she would not let go of the man's clothes. There was a mixed look on the man's face as he listened to the approaching footsteps outside. The men had been chasing him, and had done such wicked things as drugging him. He was on the point of losing his mind, and this woman had to come to him at this very moment. 'It's not my fault, but don't regret it! Bane had no idea what was going to happen next. Her only conscious moment was to grab the man in front of her, until a sharp pain from behind woke her up a bit. Bane pushed her capers frantically, to no avail, her voice so hoarse that she could not make a sound. The man swore under his breath, obviously not expecting the woman to be a stranger. "I'm sorry, I'll be responsible for you."
PROTECTOR OF THE ALPHA'S CURSED HEIR

PROTECTOR OF THE ALPHA'S CURSED HEIR

NOTE; This is a dark romance novel with explicit, graphic and steamy contents. A prophecy. A pregnancy. A war five hundred years in the making. Annie has been celibate but somehow, she got pregnant. She has no idea how she got pregnant. Before she can process the miracle growing inside her, a stranger appears in the rain with an umbrella and a confession: "I'm the father of your child." His name is Killian Zerok. He is the most feared and ruthless Alpha of his time. He doesn't ask permission-he takes what's his. And according to him, Annie and the miracle child she's carrying belong to him. He's the last person Annie should be involved with, but for some reason, she can't seem to escape him. Annie's baby is going to end the world. That's what the witches said. What the werewolves believed. What the five-hundred-year-old immortal who'd been pulling the strings of her entire bloodline had planned. But prophecies don't account for one thing: a mother's love. Torn between the Alpha who swears he'll protect her and the monster who claims he created her, Annie must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, love, and a romance so fierce it defies destiny itself. But the closer Annie gets to them, the more dangerous everything becomes. Because some people want her baby dead. Some want to exploit her baby's powers. As the chaos unravelled, Annie's hidden powers suddenly awakened and she's done playing by their rules. Let the world burn. She's saving her baby.
The Lycan King's Trophy Wife

The Lycan King's Trophy Wife

"Who are you to question me?" He howled angrily, his face red with rage and his fists clenched tightly. "Because I am your wife and you are to treat my family with respect," I yelled at his face, his face went pale and I saw the corner of his lips curved in a deadly grin. "Wife you said! Since when have you been bearing that title?" he asked with a little bit of amusement in his tone. "I have become your wife, right from the moment you have my father signed those documents and you are not to go against your words, only if you wish to break your own rules," I smirked back at him, his mouth clamped shut for a second, and I thought he had given in to my tricks. "Now, dear wife," The Lycan King stood up from the wooden chair and cup my cheeks in his hands. "I'm letting it slide this time because you're my wife-to-be and you're yet to learn the basic principles of the Royal." he ran his fingers on my face and my stomach churned in disgust. I wished he would realise how disgusted I felt by having his fingers on my face. I couldn't say anything, I let him do as he pleased and he stopped when he realised I wasn't going to bicker with him. "Take her to my room, I shall teach her a lesson never to go against her husband." All my life, I had always thought I would be getting married to a prince charming. What happened when the man I was getting married to was no prince charming? And worse? He was the evil Lycan King that I had hated all my life. The rule was simple. Marry the Lycan King in my sister's place, or have my family and the entire pack burn to ashes.