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The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Eve never believed in fate...until three ruthless alphas claimed her as theirs. Desperate to save her dying mother, Eve works as a masked dancer at Eclipse, the city's most exclusive club, where anonymity is her only protection. When the infamous Blackwood triplets—Damian, Damon, and Silas, offer her an obscene amount of money for a six-month exclusive contract, she accepts despite the terrifying rumors. Girls whisper about their brutality, their insatiable appetites, and the way they share everything... including women. The first night, Eve discovers the rumors don't do them justice. Damian commands her body with cold precision, every touch calculated to break down her defenses. Damon's dangerous playfulness pushes her past limits she didn't know she had, making her crave the edge of fear and pleasure. Silas watches with obsessive intensity, learning every tremor and gasp, demanding complete psychological surrender. Together, they overwhelm her....three predators claiming their prey in the most primal way possible. But something is different about Eve. While other women break under the brothers' dark desires, she endures. She matches their intensity, craves their brutality, returns night after night hungry for more. They're possessive in ways that should terrify her, marking her body as their territory, but her skin burns hotter under their hands than it ever has before. The brothers don't understand why they can't stay away from her. Why her scent drives them to the edge of madness. Why the mate bond...something they never believed they'd find...pulls them to this masked human with increasing, undeniable force. Then Eve's body begins to change. After three days without them, she collapses, her body shutting down from a hunger no food can satisfy. When Damian touches her fevered skin, her eyes glow amber and an ancient binding spell shatters. The truth explodes between them in a wave of desperate, consuming need: Eve isn't human. She's a succubi—a creature who feeds on sexual energy to survive. And they are her fated mates. Suddenly, Eve's nightly visits become her lifeline. She needs them...needs their touch, their dominance, their insatiable desire....or she'll die. A dark paranormal romance of fated mates, brutal alphas, and a queen who was born to rule them all.
Salewa_25 · 194.3k Views

Bound To Four Alpha Anchors

In Aethelgard, a world where humans and supernatural beings coexist under strict laws and the color of a wolf’s coat determines their worth, Nevaeh Reed is an outcast. Branded a Harbinger of Death by the superstitious Vicious Fangs Pack, she has spent years being blamed for tragedies she didn’t cause. For Nevaeh, the Awakening Ceremony is her only hope for redemption, a chance to prove a high-class wolf lives within her and finally silence those who treat her as a curse. But when the moment arrives, Nevaeh fails to awaken her wolf and is branded taint and wolfless. The misery deepens that same night when a mate bond snaps into place, tethering her to Axel Maximilian, the Alpha heir. Forced to choose between a cursed mate and his birthright, Axel rejects her in front of the entire pack, leaving a broken Nevaeh to face immediate execution. After narrowly escaping death, Nevaeh is rescued by Dewan Althorin, Alpha of the Moon Howlers. Her world collapses further when she wakes to find a second mate bond has anchored her to Dewan, followed by a third with the arrival of the Hybrid King, Kallos Hawthorne, revealing her true identity and the possibility of a fourth mate. Nevaeh is an Ugnis, the legendary Red Wolf of myth. Her power is so vast it cannot be contained by a single mate. It requires four separate mate bonds to serve as anchors. Without them, her wolf remains locked and can never awaken. With them, she becomes an unstoppable force of nature. Now, Nevaeh must find her mysterious fourth mate, who holds the final key to unlocking her powers, decide whether the first mate who once cast her aside is worth reclaiming, and navigate a web of deadly schemes. — — — — — — — — Excerpt: The more she moaned, the harder they worked. Her cries fueled them, spurring them on. Axel suckled deeper, his tongue flicking over her peaked nipple in a rapid, relentless rhythm. Caelum matched him, his mouth forming a slow, insistent pull that made her feel as though her breast might vanish into him entirely. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” Kallos rasped as he pulled back, his eyes glinting in the low light. “Hold her open for me, Dewan.” Dewan’s strong hands wrapped around her thighs and pushed them wider, spreading her and baring her completely to Kallos’s hungry gaze. Instinctively, Nevaeh tried to clamp her legs together, a futile reflex against the raw vulnerability of the moment. "Don't let her," Kallos ordered, his voice rough. Dewan’s grip didn’t budge. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her knee. “Relax, little flame. He’s about to give you exactly what your body’s been begging for...” HAPPY READING!
MsBunma · 27k Views

Twelve O'Clock – Part I

They came to a remote village in Northern California to debunk a haunting. A place where only tourists die… or so they thought. The moment Sarah and her friends arrived, everything felt wrong. Shops closed early. Doors locked themselves. Villagers whispered and looked away. The air was cold, heavy, almost alive. An old woman suddenly grabbed Sarah’s wrist. Her hands trembled. “You shouldn’t have come back,” she warned. “Come back?” Sarah frowned.“I’ve never been here before!” Across the street, the village chief’s face drained of color. “You need to leave,” he said quietly. “Before midnight.” “Why?” one of the friends whispered nervously. “What happens after midnight?” No one answered. The first two nights passed quietly. Too quietly. Then—11:59 PM. From deep in the forest, a scream cut through the night. “Ahhh!” an unknown voice yelled, far and desperate. “Please… someone help me!” another cried, shaking. “We shouldn’t have come here… we need to leave!” one friend shouted. The whispers began — soft, almost too quiet to hear: “You can’t escape…” “Your soul is mine…” Shadows flickered among the trees. Footsteps echoed just beyond sight. “We… we need to leave,” another voice stammered. Sarah shivered. “I feel like... someone is watching us.” “We didn’t come here on our own… we were lured here,” she added, voice trembling.The cries grew louder, echoing through the forest: “No! Don’t take me!” “Help! Please!” “It’s too late” The air thickened. The trees seemed to lean in. The darkness pulsed with voices — whispers, screams, begging, and laughter that didn’t belong. 12:00. Everything shattered. Screams erupted from everywhere. Bodies fell. The forest became a living nightmare. When the clock strikes twelve… nothing will survive.
Cross_Xnof · 6.9k Views