
Flash Marriage: Sold To The Possessive Daddy Alpha
When ordinary wolf Thalia Emerson is hit by a luxury car, she never expects the owner to be Alpha Cassian Frostclaw-ruthless heir to the most feared pack, a man whose presence alone commands obedience. Desperation drives her to accept an unthinkable deal: three years bound to him in exchange for the money that could save the only family she has left.
For nearly three years, Cassian is absent, leaving Thalia to rebuild her life, chase her dreams, and quietly count down the days to her freedom. Just when she believes the contract will end without consequence, Cassian returns-unannounced, uncompromising, and very much aware of the woman she has become.
What begins as a cold pact slowly unravels into something neither of them planned. As power collides with vulnerability and duty tangles with desire, Thalia must decide whether her heart is merely surviving. or learning to belong.
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Chapter 7
~ALPHA CASSIAN~
"Yes, you will," I ordered. "You're mine to claim and punish, and I'll see that you have and take it all."
Her eyes widened in shock and a soft gasp escaped her as she instinctively clenched her thighs, attempting to hide the slick moisture that gathered between them.
But I wasn't going to allow it.
With a swift movement, my hand pulled her legs apart, wider this time, leaving her fully exposed.
I cupped her pussy and applied just enough pressure between my fingers to make them trace slow circles against her swollen clit.
She flinched with a choked cry, her face flushing an intensely red and her body betraying her inexperience.
"I... It's too much..." she stammered, her voice cracking and her entire body tensing against my strength.
"Shh, I know this is your first time," I murmured, easing my body down to cover hers and pressing my chest into her soft breasts, pinning her beneath me.
"That's why we're taking it slow. Feel my fingers caress your wet folds, teaching you how to crave me. You'll let me guide you, through every stroke, every move. Do you hear me?"
She nodded. Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, her nails digging lightly as I traveled to her neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses all over it, even sucking hard enough to leave hickeys against her pale skin.
I moved to her collarbone and then down to her breasts, my tongue teasing the swell of them before I captured her right nipple between my teeth, tugging gently while my fingers continued to delve into her pussy.
She trembled uncontrollably, her back arching sharply, ragged gasps and sharp cries erupting with every nip and lick.
One moment her body would tense as if struck, the next it would arch high, her breaths coming in ragged bursts that puffed against my lips and heaved her chest against my mouth.
"Do you feel how easily my fingers glide through your slick pussy?" I asked, my voice a rough rumble as I slid one thick finger into her tight pussy, her body instantly clenching around it.
She bit her lower lip fiercely, her eyes squeezed shut in a confused mixture of pain and budding desire. "I... I don't know... It feels so strange..."
"Feel every sensation," I ordered softly, drawing the finger in and out slowly while curling it to press against the sensitive spot within her. "This is what it means to be mine; to have your body open and dripping at my touch."
I slipped in a second finger, stretching her more, my thumb caressing her clit in firm, insistent strokes until her hips bucked instinctively, a low groan ripping from her throat as her juices coated my hand and fingers.
I pressed my hips against her thigh, letting her feel the rigid bulge and heat of my cock, the promise of so much more.
Her body jolted, quivering, her thighs clamping around my wrist.
I crashed my mouth onto hers in a hard, bruising kiss, biting down hard enough on her bottom lip to elicit a pained gasp, tasting the confused blend of fear and desire on her tongue.
Her lips were tentative at first but they soon softened as she melted into the kiss, her tongue shyly dancing with mine as I consumed her mouth.
"You are mine," I rasped against her lips, my voice low with possession. "Every pant, every gasp, every last drop of your wetness. All of it."
She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me in with slight uncertainty as her body buzzed beneath mine like a live wire.
I pulled my fingers free with a wet tearing sound, bringing them up to her lips. "Taste yourself and see how sweet you're."
She hesitated for a moment, then parted her lips, sucking at my fingers as I guided them between her lips, her tongue tentatively tracing the curve of them.
Then I pulled my boxers off swiftly and my cock sprang free, already coated in precum.I positioned myself at her entrance and rubbed the head against her soaked folds, coating myself further and teasing her clit with every pass, eliciting more little whimpers and squirming movements from her.
"Beg for it," I ordered, holding myself steady, the wide head of my cock nudging insistently at her tight opening.
She didn't say anything, her hands only clenching into the sheets above her head.
With a low groan, I began to push inside of her, agonizingly slow, inch by excruciating inch, her virgin pussy stretching around me like a vise grip.
Her first cry was sharp and ragged, a mixture of pain and surprise, as her walls fluttered and clenched around me.
I pinned her hips down, pressing my forehead against hers and meeting her eyes directly. "Look at me. Feel my cock filling you, claiming your purity. You will endure this; it is mine to take. Do you understand?"
Her eyes were wide, tears glistening as they welled up behind them, her lips trembling and a series of soft whimpers escaping.
"Answer me!" I commanded, delivering a firm spank to her buttocks.
"Yes... Alpha," she breathed, her body shaking beneath me.
I began to thrust slowly, deliberately, pulling out before driving back in deep, letting her get used to the initial sting of my girth and the building friction.
Her pussy became wetter and wetter, sliding more easily around me as I picked up the pace and hammered into her, the slap of our flesh echoing in the room.
With every clench and grip, every desperate moan that escaped her lips, I thrust deeper, my balls aching with the building pressure until I could barely stand it, burying myself more deeply.
She writhed beneath me, nails digging into my back, her body giving way to pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her.
When she came, it was with a shattered scream, her pussy milking my cock until I could no longer hold myself back. I buried my cock inside of her completely and flooded her with my hot, thick cum.
She looked utterly wretched after this, small, weak. A sheen of sweat coating her body and her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms tightly around her, my hand flat and possessive against her back.
"This is only the beginning," I whispered into her ear.
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8.1
At sterlinggate university, only one rule matters:
Monsters do not belong.
Yuna never meant to become one.
After being publicly humiliated by her boyfriend , Yuna's emotions spiral out of control, she had a tough encounter with her bully, Megan, triggering a secret she was never meant to awaken. She isn't just a werewolf.
She is a kitsune.
A nine-tailed fox believed to be extinct.
A creature every wolf has been trained to hunt.
When her transformation is exposed, the university goes into lockdown. Hunters flood the campus. Silver charms are distributed. And one order is made clear:
"Kill the kitsune".
The only person willing to protect her is Noah Phillips,the star wolf of the university... and the son of the chief hunter leading the execution.
As danger closes in and her powers grow harder to control, Yuna must choose:
hide and survive, or rise and fight back.
Because if the wolves discover the truth...
They won't just kill her.
They'll start a war.

8.8
I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir.
He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw.
I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files.
She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage.
At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot.
Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain?
Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.

8.0
My abusive step-family isolated me completely, holding my mother's medical funds hostage to control my every move.
Yesterday, they finalized my sale.
"You will marry Rudy Petrov next month. He is fifty, wealthy, and willing to overlook your lack of pedigree."
Pushed to the absolute edge, I did the insane. I posted an ad online offering my life savings of $50,000 for a contract husband. A stranger named Brennan agreed.
But my family wouldn't let me go. They forced me back for a dinner by threatening my mother's life-saving prescriptions.
At the table, they relentlessly mocked my new "poor IT guy" husband and intentionally burned my hand with boiling tea.
Worse, the housekeeper locked me in a guest room and forced drugs down my throat so Rudy could come in and assault me.
I lay there paralyzed on the floor, bleeding from Rudy's slap, utterly terrified. I couldn't understand why my own family would throw me to the wolves, and I felt a crushing guilt for dragging an innocent, ordinary guy into my nightmare.
Until a pitch-black Maybach smashed through the estate's wrought-iron gates at eighty miles an hour.
My "poor" husband kicked the solid oak doors off their hinges, beat Rudy half to death, and carried me out into the rain.
I didn't know it yet, but the ordinary man I hired to save me was a ruthless billionaire, and he was about to erase my family's entire empire by morning.

7.6
I was once the untouchable heiress to the Schroeder empire, until a corporate fraud conviction stripped away my life and threw me into federal prison for five brutal years.
On the day of my release, I stepped out into the freezing rain only to realize I had been utterly abandoned by everyone I loved.
My family sent no one. My former best friends blocked my number, and high-society women took photos of my shivering, pathetic state for laughs. To survive, I made a desperate deal to act as the fake fiancée of Kayden Washington, a ruthless, disgraced billionaire fighting his own blood. But the moment we joined forces, the nightmare escalated. Our safehouse was ransacked, we were hunted by tactical hitmen in the dark, and my adoptive brother stole my dead mother's diary just to bribe me into leaving New York forever. Worse, the digital trail of my framing traced back to a top-tier operative manipulating both our families from the shadows.
I didn't understand why my own family had sacrificed me like a worthless pawn to ignite a massive, invisible war. What dark secret was I actually taking the fall for?
Just as Kayden and I prepared to burn both empires to the ground, a mysterious courier dropped a package at my door. Inside rested the Schroeder Patriarch's solid gold ring—the ultimate symbol of absolute power—sent directly to me, the disgraced exile.
"They took your past, but I will give you the power to forge a new future."
The game hadn't just changed. The board had been flipped, and I was going back to take the throne.

9.2
I got pregnant from a one-night-stand.
I wasn't going to tell the father...
Until I walked into the office and found out he's my new boss.
Here's some advice: Don't sleep with your boss.
Here's some more: Don't sleep with your married boss.
And while I'm at it: Don't sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely-incapable-of-feeling boss, because all he's going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes.
But I've never been good at taking my own advice.
In my defense, I didn't know that Nikolai Zhukova was any of those things when we met.
I just thought he was the gray-eyed sinner in first class.
And when I started having a panic attack at the sudden turbulence, I thought he was the kind soul calming me down.
But Nikolai is the farthest thing from kind.
He's cruel, he's powerful, he's arrogant.
And now, according to the test in my hand...
He's the father of my baby.

9.5
I was forced to sign my life away to Jaxson Wilson, a ruthless Wall Street predator, just to save my family's failing company.
But the moment the ink dried on our marriage certificate, my family showed their true colors.
My cousin tried to physically attack me out of pure jealousy, and my grandfather weaponized my dead parents' tragic accident just to ensure my absolute obedience.
Suffering a severe panic attack, I packed my bags and fled the toxic estate.
I expected to be tossed into a cold, empty penthouse by my new billionaire husband. After all, this was just a corporate merger, and I was nothing but a tool to stabilize his stock.
Yet, everything Jaxson did completely shattered my expectations.
He didn't neglect me. He personally designed a breathtaking mansion tailored to my habits.
When I cooked cheap pasta in the middle of the night, the billionaire CEO rolled up his sleeves to wash my dishes.
When a speeding truck nearly hit me, he risked his own life to pull me back, his eyes dark with a terrifying, raw panic.
I couldn't understand it. Why was this cold, untouchable man treating a fake, transactional wife with such intense, suffocating protection?
"It doesn't matter if my family likes you. You married me. Not them."
Looking at the multi-million dollar diamonds he had just fastened around my neck, my fear finally evaporated.
If my family wanted to throw me to the wolves, I would gladly become the alpha's wife and make them regret it.