I will recognize the man who murdered my family anywhere.
A mask.
Green eyes.
And a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist.
Six years later, while working at a BDSM club to pay my comatose brother’s hospital bills, I come face to face with a man carrying the exact same mark.
Certain he is the monster who destroyed my life, I accept his offer to clear all my debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for two months. To me, it is the perfect chance to get close enough to drive a blade through his heart.
But things don’t go as planned.
Instead of hatred, I begin to fall in love with the masked man.
And the game changes when I land a second job as the personal secretary to the Alpha King. The moment I meet him, my world tilts. He looks exactly like the masked man from the club—the same face structure, the same presence.
The only differences? His eyes and hair are a different shade… and there is no tattoo on his wrist.
How could two men look so alike?
Believing he is a completely different man, I begin to fall for him too.
What I don’t know is that
the masked man I want to kill,
the masked man I love,
and the Alpha King I am falling for
are all the same man.
PS: This book has a high rate of sex, specifically dominant and submissive displays.
PS: Two chapters are updated daily.

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This book is Book Two of Desired by Three Alphas; Fated to One.
However, it can still be read as a standalone, so new readers can enjoy this story without reading the first book.

​The air in the room was thick and heavy, smelling of sweat and the fading scent of whiskey. As he pushed into me one last time, his body went rigid. He buried his face in the crook of my shoulder, his breath hitching in a way that felt far too human for a monster.


​"I've got you, my Aurora," he whispered against my skin, his voice cracking with a raw, broken tenderness. "I've always got you."


​I froze. My heart stopped beating for a full second. That specific phrase—the way his voice dropped on the 'my'—it was exactly how Oliver spoke to me when the world felt too heavy. The blindfold made it worse; in the darkness, the man holding me wasn't a masked killer. He was my Alpha. He was my home.


​For a heartbeat, I almost whispered, Oliver? But then he pulled away, the bed creaking as he shifted, and the cold reality rushed back. Oliver was at the packhouse, probably hating me. This was Raymond. This was the man who had destroyed my life.


Chapter 160 - Tenderness