THE ALPHA’S DEBT
Ten years of devotion. Two years of a hollow marriage. One night to break it all.
Lanka Monroe was a stray, a broken pup rescued from the dirt and raised within the cold, prestigious walls of the Wolfe Crest Estate. For a decade, he worshipped the man who saved him—Andrew Wolfe, the lethal, untouchable Alpha of the North. But the hero of Lanka’s youth became the tyrant of his adulthood.
To the pack, Lanka is the seductive social climber who drugged the Alpha to secure a mating bond. To Andrew, Lanka is a stain on his reputation, a burden to be endured until his "true" match returns.
When Andrew’s old flame, Serena, reappears to reclaim her throne, the fragile peace shatters. Lanka is tired of being the ghost in the hallways. He’s ready to tear the ancestral earrings from his flesh and walk out of the estate with his pride intact. But as he hands over the divorce papers, a dark secret in the Wolfe bloodline comes to light.
Andrew doesn’t just want a mate anymore—he needs a donor. And suddenly, the Alpha who wouldn't touch Lanka is the one pinning him to the bed, demanding the very pup he once forbade.
In a world of ancient pack laws and silver-tongued lies, Lanka must decide: Will he remain a sacrificial lamb for the Wolfe family, or will he let the bond burn to ashes to find his own freedom?
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Chapter: 143Lanka Monroe"Alpha Andrew, I have the report now," Daniel Cho says, running up to the heavy iron elevator door. "Carllo took the small car to our old territory lodge real early this morning to pick up Master Lanka. Right now, they are sitting together inside the Zion City Theater."Andrew stops his big feet and turns his whole body around fast. "What is my mate doing in that human-free zone?"Daniel Cho shakes his head, looking real nervous. "I haven't got the full pack report yet, Alpha, but the border patrols should send another bird with news real soon."Inside the big wooden walls of the Zion City Theater.When my boots step inside the great hall, Jerome is already standing there by the stone pillars, and I feel real surprised to see Hamilton has come to join the pack crowd too.As soon as his eyes hit my face, Hamilton runs straight over to me, his face full of big concern."Lanka, is your wolf feeling any better?" Hamilton asks, looking at my belly. "Can you really do the spiri
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Chapter: 142"Did you have a big fight with my mother?"Andrew’s cold voice comes straight through the speaker. It is totally unexpected.The smile leaves my lips in one second. My mouth curls up with a bitter, sarcastic twist. "Are you here to lock me up and interrogate your omega?"My voice through the digital line sounds like a freezing winter wind. It is so cold Andrew can probably feel the ice on his skin.He stops speaking for a small second, completely taken aback by my tone. "You have it all wrong, Lanka. I just wanted to get the story straight."I am not surprised at all that Maren Cole ran straight to his alpha son to tell a giant, exaggerated story to make me look like a monster. But I am not going to waste my breath explaining my side.My voice stays totally cool and detached. "You don't need to ask my wolf anything, Andrew. Whatever your mother says is the law."Andrew’s big brows knit together tight. "Lanka, do not act like this with me."A small, choked laugh escapes my throat. "You
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Chapter: 141Lanka Monroe"The whole trick is real funny," the big alpha bodyguard says to the other wolf under the pine branch. "That rogue spy was tracking Alpha Andrew for days before she jumped out. Right when Ray was away on his rest days. But even without Ray around, our Alpha can kill a rogue with one claw. It is real weird that she thought she could actually hurt his wolf."I stop my boots right on the dirt path. A cold, sharp look goes through my eyes, and my heart drops straight into a deep hole. My brain finally gets the answer. The silver blade injury on his waist was just a fake act by Andrew.How many times has he told big lies to my face?Now that Stella is back in the territory, Andrew is completely scared I will run away. Only the young pup in my belly can make him play such a big game to keep my wolf locked inside his den.He is exactly like Maren Cole. He does not care about Lanka at all; he only cares about the pack seed.I walk past the front wooden gates of the territory, and
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Chapter: 140Lanka Monroe"The tiny pup in this drawing is definitely Andrew," I say. My fingers tremble against the old paper. "And the little omega boy right next to him is Stella. Carllo, are you listening to me?"Carllo's loud voice sounds real scared now. "Lanka? What are you seeing in that box? Do not scare me like this, buddy."I turn the page real fast. The two boys grow up right before my eyes on the white paper. They go from tiny pups to bigger young wolves. In the very last photo, they are both dressed up in beautiful white mating clothes like an alpha king and his chosen partner. They are sitting high up on a giant grey forest horse, smiling real big at the camera. Twelve-winter-old Andrew has a massive, happy smile on his face. I have never seen him look that happy in my whole life. His inner wolf looks like it is in pure bliss.I cannot stop my loud sobs anymore. I slam the leather book shut real hard and shove it right back to the bottom of the dark box."Lanka! What is wrong over t
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Chapter: 139Lanka Monroe"Are you looking at my body to get happy, Lanka?"Andrew’s big voice sounds real teasing and low. It breaks the quiet room fast. I look down and see my fingers are resting right near the leather of his dark wolf belt. I have been staring at the white lines on his skin for way too long. He thinks my inner wolf wants to play with him because his thick hunting trousers look real tight all of a sudden.I pull my eyes away super fast. I am about to shake my head to say no, but his giant hand catches my chin. He squeezes my face and locks his other big arm around my middle. He moves his long legs apart, drags my body right against his hot skin, and slams his mouth onto my lips.He traps me between his knees. His tongue is super heavy and demanding, and I can feel his big alpha desire pushing hard against my legs. He wants me real bad. Before I can even slide away, he leans his big back against the dark wood of the bed, drags me all the way onto the furs, and makes my thighs sit
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Chapter: 138Lanka Monroe"Jerome? It is Lanka," I say into the phone. I press the little card in my fingers tight. "About the pack ritual dance troupe. I thought about it a lot, and I want to try out for the spot."Jerome sounds real surprised on the other end. "Master Monroe, you make choices much faster than I thought you would."He knows I have been going through a real rough time with my inner wolf. My heart got knocked down hard, but my spine is still straight. At the best part of my youth, I gave up my whole hunter training and my future just to mate with Andrew. I was totally head over heels for that big alpha. I spent four winters locked up in a mate bond that completely stopped my own goals. Many omegas never get up after that. They just stay in the big lodge and live in easy comfort without any dreams. When Jerome first handed me his card, he did not think a broken boy like me would actually call him."Your promise still stands, right?" I ask."Of course," Jerome says. "Tomorrow at ten
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ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook
The ice doesn’t lie. Neither does the hunger.
Isaac Corres is done being the quiet shadow behind a hockey superstar. When Derek Coleman dumped him in the middle of a championship run, he didn't just break Isaac’s heart—he ignited a war. Isaac isn't looking for a rebound; he’s looking for leverage. And he finds it in the most dangerous man on the ice: Santiago Vega.
Santiago is the Warhawks’ Enforcer—a predator in pads, a wolf who doesn't play by the rules and certainly doesn't do "romance." He’s a wall of muscle, cold authority, and suppressed rage. When Isaac approaches him with a proposition for a fake, high-stakes rivalry to humiliate the man who betrayed them both, Santiago doesn’t refuse. He takes the bait with a growl.
But the line between strategy and instinct is razor-thin.
In the neon-soaked, frozen tunnels of the San Antonio Ice Arena, their deal turns into a scorched-earth affair. Every stare is a challenge; every touch is a claim. Santiago is used to controlling the fire in his blood, but Isaac’s defiance is the one thing he can’t break—or stop craving.
As the series heats up and the physical toll of their "arrangement" turns into a primal, 18+ game of dominance and surrender, Isaac realizes the truth: Santiago Vega wasn't looking for a pawn. He was looking for a mate.
The cameras are watching. The fans are screaming. And on the ice, where the air is thin and the secrets are lethal, Isaac is about to find out exactly what happens when an Alpha decides he’s done sharing.
One goal. Two hearts on the chopping block. And a heat that’s about to shatter the ice.
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Chapter: 43“Is that the legendary Santiago Vega I see, or just a lone wolf looking for trouble?” a man’s voice resonates across the concrete as soon as the black SUV rumbles to a halt.Isaac Corres is leaning against the chain-link fence of the team parking zone, a mischievous glint in his eyes that could rival the San Antonio sun. He isn’t just any man; he is a vision of lean muscle and sharp wit, his hair wind-swept from the Texas heat.“Could a weary star player spare a single moment for a lowly admirer?” Isaac asks, flashing a grin that has sent Santiago’s pulse into a frantic breakaway more times than he’d care to admit.“Just a moment? You’ve got a hell of a lot more than that, Isaac,” Santiago grunts, hefting his equipment bag over his shoulder. He approaches the perimeter, his inner wolf stirring at the familiar, intoxicating scent of cedar and expensive hair tonic.“I know what that look means, Vega,” Isaac counters, crossing his arms over his chest. “But don’t go labeling me a puck bun
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Chapter: 42"Where do you think you're going, Isaac? You haven't even had the desk clerk fix that keycard yet."Isaac Corres spun around in the center of the Vega Grand Hotel Suite lobby, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest. He had been so focused on the flickering red light of his deactivated card—and the exhausting weight of the pack’s championship victory—that he hadn’t noticed the sudden hush falling over the crowd."Santiago?" Isaac gasped. "What in the name of the Great Moon are you doing here? You should be at the arena. You should be with the Warhawks."Santiago Vega stood there, still clad in his sweat-stained black and red jersey, his chest heaving as if he’d run the entire distance from the Capital Ice Dome. He was still wearing his heavy protective gear, though he had swapped his skates for a pair of polished dress shoes that looked absurd beneath his padded leggings. A jagged red line, the mark of a warrior’s helmet, was scorched across his forehead."I’m here because you aren'
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Chapter: 41The atmosphere inside the Capital Ice Dome was a suffocating blend of ozone, sweat, and the primal scent of several hundred shifted wolves. Isaac Corres stood at the glass, his fingers curling into the railing as he watched the blur of black and gold jerseys clash against the blue and yellow of the Bobcats."He's going to kill him," Camila Ortiz murmured from his side, her eyes tracking Santiago Vega as he leveled a shoulder check into Derek Coleman that sent the blonde Alpha skidding across the ice. "Or he's going to win the whole damn war.""It’s not a war anymore, Camila," Isaac replied, his voice strained. "It’s a hunt. Look at them."Despite the brutality, the personal venom that had fueled their previous brawls was gone. It was clean. It was professional. It was two Alphas proving their worth to the same pack. The scoreboard was a glowing testament to the stalemate: 2-2, three minutes left in the third period. The entire arena was a sea of howling fans, the vibration of their vo
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Chapter: 40"Being in the heart of the Capital Ice Dome feels like standing in the middle of a lightning storm," Isaac Corres whispered, his voice barely audible over the growing roar of the Warhawks faithful.Walking through the corridors with Derek Coleman felt like a betrayal of his own senses. Even with ninety minutes until the puck drop, the air was saturated with the scent of anticipation and the musk of several hundred shifting wolves. This was it—the game that would decide which pack claimed the ultimate glory of the league."Names?" the security guard at the inner sanctum growled."Isaac Corres and Derek Coleman," Isaac answered, watching the guard’s eyes flicker with recognition.The guard waved them through toward the private family lounge. It was a sprawling space, designed for the high-energy pups of the pro-circuit wolves. A massive screen dominated one wall, and the floor was littered with toys. In the corner, at a low table covered in building blocks, Mateo Vega was deep in concen
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Chapter: 39Isaac Corres was busy gathered the remnants of a busy afternoon's work at the Bella Vida Salon, the scent of expensive pomade and steam hanging in the air, when the chime above the door rattled violently. He turned, expecting a late walk-in, but instead found a man who looked like he’d been dragged through a rock slide.Derek Coleman stood in the center of the lobby, his blonde hair a mess and his face a map of fresh bruises from the previous night’s locker room brawl. He looked fragile—a state Isaac had never seen the cocky Alpha in."Isaac," Derek rasped, his voice cracking. "Do you know? Tell me the truth."Isaac gripped the broom handle, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew that look. It wasn't the look of a rival looking for a fight; it was the look of a man whose entire world had just been upended by a single truth."I don't have a slot for you today, Derek," Isaac said, trying to maintain his professional mask despite the sudden chill in his blood. "The team should be
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Chapter: 38"So, the legendary Santiago Vega actually knows how to use a buzzer," Derek Coleman's voice crackled through the intercom, thick with a jagged, mocking edge.The doorman at the San Antonio luxury high-rise had been remarkably pliable. A few words about 'team business' and he’d granted access to the penthouse level without a second thought. He clearly wasn't paid to keep track of which Alphas were currently trying to tear each other's throats out on national television."A friend," Derek muttered as he swung the heavy oak door open. He looked like he’d gone ten rounds with a rogue shifter. His cheek was a deep, mottled purple, his lip was split, and one ear was twice its normal size—trophies from the locker room brawl Santiago had instigated less than twenty-four hours ago. "What’s the matter, Vega? Come to finish the job? You know there’s security footage in this hallway. My pack lawyers would have a field day.""I’m not here to shift, Coleman. We need to talk.""Talk? You mean you're
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THE CLAIMED VIRGIN
"In this pack, you aren't a guest. You're a trophy. And Alphas don't share their toys."
Victor Cruz was a ghost. A premier dancer in a glass cage, hiding a lineage that could set the supernatural underworld on fire. When the Vargas brothers—the twin Alphas ruling the desert’s most brutal pack—offer him a seven-figure contract to be their "property," he takes it. It’s supposed to be a job: play the part, survive the heat, and disappear.
Mateo Vargas is the charm—the silver-tongued predator who marks Victor with a scent so thick it screams mine to every wolf in the city. Alejandro Vargas is the blade—the cold, suspicious enforcer who wants to break Victor just to see what’s hiding underneath. One wants to worship him; the other wants to expose him.
The Pack is hungry.
But as the Vargas brothers pull Victor into a high-stakes world of blood-vows, ancient rivalries, and the looming threat of the Dragunov hunters, the lines of the contract begin to bleed. Victor isn't just a dancer anymore. He's a pawn in a war between Alphas, and the scent he’s carrying might just be the death of them all.
In a world where loyalty is bought in gold and dominance is taken in blood, Victor must decide: will he run from the wolves, or will he learn to lead the pack?
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Chapter: 32"Open your mouth, little wolf," Teo growled.Victor looked up from his binds, his chest heaving. He didn't look the way I expected. There was no pleading in his eyes, only a dark, curious fire. Stripped bare and lashed to the mahogany posts of the Ocean Master Suite, he looked like a sacred offering left out for the Alphas to find. My blood turned to liquid heat instantly. The dormant beast inside my marrow woke up, snarling, as I noted the slick sheen on his inner thighs and the red blooming across his skin from the marks I’d just left. Even his nipples were swollen and dark, making him look like something out of a fever dream."You should take the first bite," I told Teo. "Since I was the one who claimed him in Tahoe.""The first bite of what?" Victor shouted, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling."The first to wreck you," Teo responded, his golden eyes fixed on Victor’s throat. "The first to make you bleed for your lies."Victor let out a jagged laugh. "Spoken like a true tyra
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Chapter: 31“You’re out of your mind if you think you have any leverage left,” Alex growled, his amber eyes flaring with a predatory light that made the air in the Ocean Master Suite thick with the scent of musk and aggression.He thrust his hips forward again, the heavy denim of his jeans rubbing against the sensitive skin between Victor’s thighs. I watched from the shadows of my own mind as Victor let out a jagged moan, his head falling back against the mahogany headboard. Alex leaned down, his nose grazing the hollow of Victor’s throat, inhaling the scent of fear and pheromones like a starving wolf. Then, he stopped. He looked torn, his jaw tight enough to snap bone.“I wonder how Teo is going to react when he walks in and finds us like this,” Alex whispered, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that vibrated through Victor’s chest. He grabbed Victor’s bound wrists and shoved them deeper into the plush pillows. “Does my brother know what you did? Does he know about the heat you put out for me whi
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Chapter: 30"So you found the hidden door. Too bad you're looking for a ghost," I said.Victor whirled around, his eyes blowing wide with a shock that scented the air like ozone. I had him."You're making a mistake," I tried to growl, but the tape over my mouth turned it into a pathetic whimper.I was shoved into the back of a vehicle. I knew it was Mateo’s scent filling the cabin, sharp and dangerous, while Alejandro took the wheel. My head was swallowed by a rough black hood, plunging me into a darkness that smelled of dust and old blood. Their faces were burned into my retinas from the moment they caught me—Mateo looking like he wanted to rip my throat out, and Alejandro wearing that cold, predatory smirk of a wolf who had finally cornered the rabbit.My triumph at finding the hidden compartment had lasted seconds. It vanished the moment the glass case slid out empty. Then came the voice. The trap.I’d tried to talk Diego Martinez out of the lethal play. When we met at the Harbor Bean Café, he
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Chapter: 29ALEJANDRO“Mateo’s losing his mind,” I snapped, slamming the door of the Vargas Grand Casino executive suite.Mateo didn't move from the plush leather sofa. He looked like he’d been dragged through the shadow-lands of the pack territory. He tossed a small, amber vial onto the dark mahogany desk. It rattled against the wood.“Eye medication?” I asked, picking it up.“Only if you want to go blind and stop breathing.” Mateo stood up, his frame vibrating with repressed shift-energy. “It’s a chemical knock-out, Alex. A lethal dose of that synthetic shit Dr. Castillo cooked up. Victor had it hidden in his suite. Stashed like a damn assassin.”I dropped the bottle as if it were on fire. "Are you saying VX is a plant?"“I’m saying he’s been holding a kill-switch for us since he arrived!” Mateo began pacing, his claws twitching at his fingertips. “And now the other half of this is probably sitting in his bathroom while he pretends to be the perfect mate. Then there’s Diego Martinez. That basta
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Chapter: 28MATEO"I’m not stopping," I growled against his skin.The adrenaline from the lounge floor hadn't faded; it had mutated into something hungrier. After we retreated to my private quarters, the air turned electric. Victor was a revelation—a storm of heat and desperation that matched my own. We spent the night charting every inch of skin, teeth grazing bone, until the first hint of gray light touched the horizon.When I finally carried him back to his own suite, he was dead weight in my arms, exhausted and smelling of my scent. As I lowered him onto the silk sheets, his thigh hooked around my hip, dragging me back down."Sleep," I commanded, though my own body was betraying me.He didn't listen. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my mouth to his. He nipped at my lip, tasting like salt and surrender, until my resolve snapped."You're asking for a wreckage," I warned, climbing over him.Victor just laughed—a low, melodic sound that I swallowed with a kiss. The pace was different now.
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Chapter: 27“Everything I told you is the truth. I have zero interest in a celebration, and I am whisking you away to my island for my birth-night.”“Even so, you have a bond with her, and she clearly still feels the pull of your scent.”“I’ve already made it clear. I don’t care about her anymore.”“I don’t believe you.”“While I was traveling through the European territories, I had a realization. Do you want to know who occupied my mind the entire time?”I remained silent. A part of me feared the answer.“You. You were the only one I could picture. The only soul I craved.”“You didn’t think of your brother?”“Alejandro crossed my mind occasionally, but you? You were a constant fever, twenty-four-seven. I couldn’t hunt, breathe, or exist without wondering what you were doing. The miles between us only made the truth sharper.”“What truth?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.He watched my body lean toward his, heard the tremor in my chest, and pulled back. “I’m not sure I can shift into that conv
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