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Hunted by the Possessive Alpha King

Hunted by the Possessive Alpha King

I woke up from a nightmare only to find myself in a real-life hell. Stripped of my modern life, I was now just a nameless slave in the brutal dungeons of Blackstone Keep. But my true nightmare began when I realized who the master of this fortress was. Archon Etienne Callahan was the terrifying, inhumanly strong man who had attacked me in a drug-fueled frenzy during the Moonwise Festival. Now, he was hunting for me. He was searching every corner of the keep for the mysterious girl whose scent had somehow calmed the poison in his veins. To survive, I had to become completely invisible. I purposely injured my own knee to avoid his attention, and at the final slave selection, I played the clumsy, crippled fool. I desperately hoped to be tossed into the lowest, filthiest place-the kitchens-where he would never look. My plan seemed to work perfectly as the stewards passed me over in disgust. But just as I thought I was safe, a frantic cook rushed into the courtyard and pointed straight at me. "I'll take her." She dragged me away to the chaotic kitchens, and once we were alone, her friendly smile turned chillingly knowing. "I saw what you did in the garden," she whispered. My blood ran cold. My perfect cover was blown, the Archon's invisible net was closing in, and my desperate fight for freedom just became a deadly game of hide-and-seek right under the monster's nose.
Betrayed by the Alpha, Fated to the Lycan King

Betrayed by the Alpha, Fated to the Lycan King

I was bound by searing silver chains in a damp basement, my pregnant belly heavily swollen. My fiancé, Hampton, and my sister, Cherise, walked in. But Hampton didn't come to save me. "Your only purpose in existing was to serve as an incubator to cultivate gene serum for Cherise," he said coldly. Cherise sliced my stomach open with a silver scalpel and pulled out my premature baby. She laughed, claiming the father was just a filthy Rogue she had hired off the streets to ruin me. But when my dying baby opened its eyes, the terrifying, crushing aura of a supreme Lycan shattered the room. Terrified by the bloodline pressure, Hampton aimed his silver pistol at my newborn. To protect my child, I took the silver bullet and was buried under the collapsing rubble of the basement. As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, a godlike man dropped from a helicopter and desperately pulled my broken body from the ruins. "I forbid you to die!" He roared with grief, his intoxicating scent of cedar triggering our ultimate mate bond right before my last breath. My baby wasn't a mongrel. It carried the noblest blood in the world, and my true mate was a supreme king. Yet I had been tortured to death believing I was just a defective, wolfless piece of trash. Opening my eyes again, the stench of blood and rain was completely gone. I was back in my dorm room at St. Jude Academy, exactly eighteen years old. This time, my hidden White Wolf bloodline was awakening, and I would make them pay back every drop of blood.