On The Alphas' Bed
Warning: Matured readers only.
This book contains violence, explicit content, taboo affair, forbidden relationship and BDSM.
It is intended for adults; 18 and above.
"This is...wrong, you are my twin sister's mates." I stammered breathlessly, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as my body convulsed with the arrival of my fifth orgasm.
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Betrayed by my mate and enduring a heartwrenching rejection, my world crumbled the day I was sold off to a vegetable Alpha to become a breeder.
But things took a swift dark turn as the vegetable turned out to be not one, not two, but three savage, sinful, dominant forces.
The rules were simple; No strings attached. Avoid eye contact. Speak only when spoken to. Produce the next heir.
Disobedience meant swift death.
Once all these were in place, hopefully, my freedom or death would be granted.
Sticking to the rules was easy, until the rhapsody of an unforgettable night in the red room.
A deadly mistake that blurred the line between loyalty and family.
They were forbidden fruits, my twin sister's mates.
But I couldn't get enough of their hungry tongues claiming my filthy mouth, their wandering hands ravaging my body, bending me in ungodly positions. Deliciously sinful.
Once a naive virgin, now, a perfect good girl for their ruin.
Like a magnet, their sinful voices pulled me to them dangerously, conquering my morals.
When their voices go, "Spread your thighs for us, little dove." I responded with total submission to my masters.
What was supposed to be a one-time mistake turned into a deadly secret obsession.
But secrets don't stay buried forever...especially the ones laced with a curse...and my masters were hiding more than just their dark pasts.
One deadly truth was capable of tearing us apart.
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On The Alphas' Bed.
Chapter 1
Amber Whyte.
"Prepare yourself and gather what is left of you, Amber. You have been traded to a vegetable Alpha to become his Breeder. His escorts will arrive shortly. You don't belong here anymore."
The bombshell dropped with an air of finality.
My fate flashed before my eyes and my heart shattered into millions of fragments.
Pale as a ghost as blood drained from my face in horror, my eyes drifted to my father, hoping for a change in his judgment.
Probably a chuckle to conclude that this was a prank.
Our eyes met.
My chest tightened. The air in my lungs hissed like steam.
He didn't even blink. No flicker of regret. No remorse. No apology. Just a stone-cold gaze that sealed my fate.
And just like that, I was sold off to a half-dead stranger like a bag of potatoes without my consent.
My world crumbled, but I refused to let a tear spill down my cheeks. It wouldn't change my miserable life and ugly future.
I remained quiet in the corner I was ordered to sit, my back arched uncomfortably against the cold wall, and my ass flat on the floor watching my family deliberate my future from the luxurious chairs like I wasn't there. Like I didn't matter. Because I didn't.
I was a plague wrapped in skin. The cursed child whose presence distributes bad luck. The forgotten child who lived in seclusion and abandonment.
But none of it was my fault. I didn't intend to take my mother's life shortly after delivery; deprive my father of his beloved wife and rob my twin sister of a mother figure.
I didn't mean for my mother to die shortly after I was born. And I was hated for that.
"This might come as a surprise to you but a huge debt is threatening to swallow the Pack. We need funds to organize the affairs of this Pack and ensure your sister's grand wedding." He explained that the firmness of his deep voice upheld the importance of his precious Pack over me, his flesh and blood.
How would I know about the drowning debt when I was left to rot in the attic all my life– alone, cold, starved, terrified.
Like a ghost, I was invisible– To my family. To the Pack.
No one knew about my existence except my father, twin sister, and grandmother. It was a deliberate and combined agreement.
For depriving him of seeing his beloved wife, my father vowed that my existence would be erased. The shadows would be my refuge.
Finally, a warm smile broke on my father's wrinkled face as his eyes sparkled with love. But it wasn't meant for me. His eyes darted towards my twin sister, Delilah who blushed sheepishly, occasionally throwing me death glares.
"You know I would do anything for you, pumpkin. I will give you a wedding that will be the talk of the town."
She gasped, her cheeks red from blushing so hard before shooting me another mocking glare.
"Thank you, Daddy. I love you."
I rolled my eyes, looking away into space as anger welled in my chest.
That evil bitch!
The audacity to snatch my mate and plan her wedding in my face!
A blend of anger and pain resurfaced on my face, causing my eyes to water.
The bastard I called my mate turned out to be a backstabbing son of a bitch!
A wave of nausea hit me as last night's scene replayed in my head. Delilah on all fours like a fucking dog. Butt cheeks spread wide like the gates of hell as Nathan plunged furiously from behind. Their filthy grunts and moans were deliberately deafening for me to hear.
Cum sprayed all over her face and her tongue stuck out hungrily to have a taste like a fucking thirsty bitch. Vengeful eyes winked wickedly at me before her middle finger extended in 'Fuck you'.
They didn't just betray me, they rubbed it on my face, knowing I was helpless.
Delilah never let me have anything good. She snatched it even before it got to me. She would do anything to see me suffer. Burn down the world just to spite me. Just to remind me how her hatred for me was lethal.
And Nathan? All those years of thinking he was the one– my saviour sent to end my miserable life by getting married to me. My happily ever after. He was busy getting fed with my sister's pussy.
Challenging him was the worst decision I've ever made. After a gruesome rejection, he reminded me how uptight I was– too conservative with a holier-than-thou attitude. My refusal to let him fuck me led to him cheating.
But I wanted to wait until marriage, do the right thing by saving myself for my mate.
I begged him...hard to mark me, to introduce himself as my mate to my parents, to get married to me and become his Luna. But he insisted on having a taste.
The kisses I planted on his cheeks whenever I snuck out of the attic were not enough; he wanted more, but for some weird reason, I didn't give in.
After a soul-crushing rejection that left me consumed in pain, he hurled disgusting words at me.
"You are just a naive virgin and no man will ever find you desirable."
"There is more water in the desert than there is in between your legs."
"Kissing you feels like I'm kissing a corpse.
"Sandpaper is more pleasing to touch than your body."
Those horrible words were alive in my head, sending me crashing with pain.
If only he knew that I was a filthy sex-starved slut. I craved to be used, wrecked, owned, and marked by dominating forces. To have my wet hole ravaged by monstrous cocks.
But for the sake of morals, I buried that dark side of me.
But I'll be damned if his words didn't cut deep into me. If it didn't wake up a version of me that had been in deep sleep.
Today marked the end of my good girl Era. My slutty dirty side has arisen, never to be buried anymore.
One by one all those harsh words he told me would be proved wrong. I would make him regret it.
I swear on my mother's grave.
"Get out!" My father's cold order pulled me from my train of thought.
I rose from the corner where I sat, turning to leave until Delilah's sneer stopped me.
"This is the only time your stupid ass is useful. You better not screw things up and ruin daddy's plan to give me my dream wedding or I will harvest your heart from your body and leave it in the open field for vultures to feed on." She threatened through gritted teeth. Her canines threatened to slip out.
It didn't bother me. I was used to it. But I was more concerned about proving Nathan wrong.
I had barely gone past the meeting room when I swerved in the direction of the attic and bumped hard into a rigid figure.
He dove into action, sweeping me off my feet before I fell to the ground.
I froze when I regained balance. Too shocked to utter a word. Too excited to think straight.
The scent of fresh pines that invaded my nostrils sent wrong signals in-between my legs.
There he stood in the shadows. Towering. Deadly. Drop-dead gorgeous. Like a beast in human skin. Clad in nothing but Black boots, black T-shirt, black leather jacket with his hair finger brushed and swept across his face, he made my pussy leap for joy.
That moment I knew I belonged to him.
Those eyes that made me wet without being touched. Lips that look like sin. Jawline sharp like a fucking dagger. Dick massive enough to ruin me.
But then, I realized who he was supposed to be.
"You are not a vegetable?" I gasped, overtaken by surprise as I looked behind him to be certain my eyes weren't deceiving me.
His response? A smirk dark enough to make me drop to my knees.
Fuck!
I could feel it gathering.
The creamy pool of my juices. It was a matter of seconds before I started dripping uncontrollably.
My thighs pressed against each other, trying to suppress my urge. All I could think of was the feel of his moist tongue against my hardened nipples.
It wasn't up to ten seconds before I felt something trickling.
That was fast.
A long line of warm liquid travelled from my thigh to my legs.
He saw it. He smelt it. My arousal. He knew his presence affected me. His eyes darkened with desire and canality.
I was about to melt in shame when he did something mesmerizing– something out of this world.
Staining his fingers with my juices, he lifted them in the air, to eye level. Paused for a split second.
His fingers moved in slow motion, sliding onto his wet tongue. He licked them with a look of satisfaction.
"Already wet for me, little dove?"
My breath hung in my throat as my pussy throbbed hungrily.
"Be careful what you wish for, little dove. I could ruin you beyond redemption."
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7.7
My husband, Bennett, and I were New York's golden couple. But our perfect marriage was a lie, childless because of a rare genetic condition he claimed would kill any woman who carried his baby. When his dying father demanded an heir, Bennett proposed a solution: a surrogate.
The woman he chose, Aria, was a younger, more vibrant version of me. Suddenly, Bennett was always busy, supporting her through "difficult IVF cycles." He missed my birthday. He forgot our anniversary.
I tried to believe him, until I overheard him at a party. He confessed to his friends that his love for me was a "deep connection," but with Aria, it was "fire" and "exhilarating."
He was planning a secret wedding with her in Lake Como, at the same villa he'd promised me for our anniversary.
He was giving her a wedding, a family, a life—all the things he denied me, using a lie about a deadly genetic condition as his excuse. The betrayal was so complete it felt like a physical shock.
When he came home that night, lying about a business trip, I smiled and played the part of the loving wife.
He didn't know I'd heard everything.
He didn't know that while he was planning his new life, I was already planning my escape.
And he certainly didn't know I had just made a call to a service that specialized in one thing: making people disappear.
9.3
On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline.
For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour."
But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress.
He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life.
He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth.
8.8
I was the wolfless, arranged mate to Alpha Kain of the Blackwood Pack. The positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, the only hope I had left to salvage our freezing marriage.
But when I went to share the wonderful news, he coldly slid a *Dissolution of Union Agreement* across the table. His ex-girlfriend, Galilea, the "true Luna," had returned.
Overnight, my world was destroyed. Kain paraded her around the pack, suffocating me with her scent, and forced me to hand over my hard-earned career campaigns to her as a welcome gift. My packmates mocked my wolfless existence, even twisting my father's heroic death into a cheap transaction. But the most devastating blow came when I tentatively asked Kain what he would do if we had a child.
"I would not allow a pup born from a bond I intend to sever to see the light of day."
He would kill his own flesh and blood just to wipe the slate clean for her. The sacred mate-bond designed by the Moon Goddess meant absolutely nothing to him but a disposable debt. I was paralyzed by the injustice, terrified for the tiny, condemned life growing inside my womb.
Staring at the man who was supposed to be my soul's other half, my bleeding heart finally turned to cold ash. I swallowed my secret, walked into his office, and calmly asked when the rejection would be finalized. I needed to run.
7.3
Luna Comeback
7.3
Ana sacrificed everything to marry Alpha Max, believing love would be enough.
For eight years she was the perfect Luna - until the night she planned to reveal her true identity as the hidden heir of the powerful Dark Rose Pack.
That same night, Max staged a deadly "accident" that killed their daughter.
When Ana later discovered Max had been cheating with his "childhood friend" Emily for eight years - and that their "adopted" daughter Mai was actually his secret child - she shattered their mate bond and fled.
Three years later, at the grand crowning of Dark Rose Pack's new Luna, a desperate Max arrives begging for help...
Only to realize the woman on the throne is Ana - now married to the honorable Alpha Desmond.
When Max falls to his knees pleading for forgiveness, Ana delivers the final blow:
"You didn't show my daughter mercy when you killed her. I will never show you mercy, Alpha Max."
7.1
Behind every locked door lies a secret... For Elena, it's the hunger she hides from her cold and distant husband. For Adrian, it's the forbidden desire he feels for the one woman he should never touch-his stepmother.
What begins as stolen glances and teasing remarks quickly spirals into something dangerous. Behind closed doors, guilt turns into obsession, lust turns into fire, and the line between right and wrong disappears.
But how long can they keep their dirty secret before it explodes, tearing the family apart?
A forbidden romance dripping with passion, danger, and irresistible temptation.
9.3
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother.
But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past.
They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window.
She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains.
In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up.
But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test.
The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground.