Novel-novel oleh Saint

AuroraThe whispers started the moment I walked through the gates of Blackthorn Academy."Look, it’s her.""That’s the rejected omega.""Pathetic. Her own fated mate didn’t even want her."I kept my head down, clutching the strap of my bag tighter as I walked through the crowded hallway. My uniform skirt felt too short, my blouse too tight. Every pair of eyes seemed to burn into me. This was supposed to be a fresh start. Mom had mated with Alpha Harlan two months ago, bringing us into one of the most powerful packs in the region. I thought people would leave me alone.I was wrong.By lunch, the entire school knew my story. How my fated mate, Elias, had rejected me publicly during the mating ceremony in my old pack. How he called me a "broken omega" with a weak wolf that would only drag him down. The humiliation still replayed in my head every night.I ate alone in the corner of the cafeteria, trying to disappear. It didn’t work.Three seniors found me after the final bell. The walk ho

Alexander stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still twitching and leaking the last drops of his cum into my flooded pussy. His breath was hot against my ear.“I meant every word, Charlotte,” he rasped. “I would’ve divorced Mia years ago if I could. But the reputation… the board, the investors, the fucking public image. I can’t just walk away clean. But you?” He thrust even deeper into me, like he couldn’t stop himself. “You’re the only reputation I need now. I’ll give you everything. I’ll move assets, rewrite documents, take it all from her and put it under your name. Just say you’re mine.”I smirked against the desk, still bent over like a whore.‘Poor Mia…’ I thought. ‘I don’t hate you. Not really. Life’s just a bitch. And so am I.’I pushed back against him, squeezing my pussy around his cock.“Well… I could agree to your terms,” I purred, my voice dripping with challenge. “You can have this pussy anytime you want. But the real question is… can you even handle this bitch?”He st

Charlotte“So, Ms. Charlotte… what do you bring to the table?”I leaned forward slightly, letting my blouse stretch just enough across my tits, and looked the CEO dead in his eyes.“Pussy, sir.”The words dropped like a bomb.Mr. Alexander Voss — Alex— froze mid-sip of his coffee. His eyebrows shot up, and for a second the most respected, powerful man in the entire state looked genuinely stunned.I smiled sweetly, my heart hammering. “Umm… sorry. I meant experience, dedication, and fresh ideas, of course.”A thick silence filled his massive corner office. Then something dangerous flickered in his dark eyes.He set the coffee down slowly, leaned back in his leather chair, and stared at me like he wanted to eat me alive.“Close the door, Charlotte.”I didn’t hesitate. The second the lock clicked, everything changed.I’d worked at Voss Enterprises for four years. Four long years of watching this man from across conference rooms, touching myself in the bathroom after meetings, imagining h

My pen scratched across the paper with a sound that felt final.I signed my name —Layla Voss— right under the clause that said I belonged to him for the next twelve months. Body. Soul. Every filthy inch of me.Johnny Ross didn’t wait for the ink to dry.The second the folder snapped shut, his big hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss that ruined me. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was two years of pent-up hunger slamming into me all at once. His tongue claimed my mouth like he already owned every moan I’d ever tried to hide from him.When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, my lips swollen, my pussy throbbing so hard it hurt.“On your knees, princess,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Show Daddy how grateful you are.”My legs folded before my brain could argue. The thick carpet cushioned my knees as I stared up at him—six-foot-three of raw power in a black dress shirt, storm-gray eyes burning down at me like I was the only thing in his world.“

LaylaI was fucked!Not the kind of fucked that left you sore and smiling the next morning. The kind that left you broke, broken, and staring down the barrel of a life you couldn’t afford.Eighty-seven thousand dollars.The number stared back at me from the loan statement like a death sentence. Tuition for next semester. The medical bills Mom racked up during her last “spiritual awakening” in Bali. The credit cards I’d been juggling since she disappeared again—this time to some yacht in the Mediterranean with a man whose name she probably didn’t even know.And the worst part? The only person who could fix it was the one man I wasn’t allowed to want.Johnny Ross. My stepfather.He’d married my mother two years ago in a whirlwind ceremony I wasn’t invited to. I came home from college one weekend and there he was—six-foot-three of pure, ruthless power in a tailored black suit, storm-gray eyes, and a voice that could make a girl forget her own name. He never raised his voice. He didn’t ne

The moment the kiss ended, Kael didn’t let go of me.He kept one arm locked around my waist like he thought I might disappear if he loosened his grip. The pack was still silent, still staring, but I barely noticed them anymore. My body was still humming from the shift. My blood felt different. Hotter. Wilder. Like something ancient had woken up inside me and wasn’t going back to sleep.Kael leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “We’re done here.”He didn’t raise his voice, but the command in it was clear. The crowd started to disperse slowly, whispering among themselves. Asher was still standing on the platform, face blank, but his eyes burned with pure hatred every time they landed on me. Amaya had gone pale beside him.Kael didn’t even look at his son. He just turned, still holding me, and led me away from the square.We didn’t go to my shitty apartment. We went to his.The Alpha’s quarters sat on the pinnacle of pack territory– a massive house built into the side of the hill, all dark w

Tears of sheer, human humiliation leaked from the corners of my eyes, rolling down my temples into my hair. I was trapped. I was listening to my own mouth spout the most filthy, submissive, degrading pleas, begging a man who had just sold me out to a council of warlords.Riven’s golden eyes flared with absolute, victorious triumph.He smiled. A dark, devastating grin that showed the sharp points of his fangs."Good girl," he growled.He didn't make me wait another second. Riven crashed his mouth down onto mine, kissing me with a passionate, bruising violence that stole the very oxygen from my lungs. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of salt and dominance, sweeping over my teeth and tangling with my own in a ruthless, consuming rhythm.At the exact same time, his hand moved between our bodies. He found my slick, swollen cunt and slipped a thick finger right past my entrance.I whimpered uncontrollably into his mouth, the sound vibrating between our connected lips. He began to circle

My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps that tore at my throat. I was sitting there, completely exposed on his massive mattress, drowning in my own wetness. My thighs were trembling, my core throbbing with a hollow, agonizing ache that demanded to be filled. I was so incredibly, shamefully horny it felt like a fever burning under my skin. I was ready to be fucked. I was practically vibrating with the need for it.But Riven had spoken.‘You're going to have to beg harder than that.’I gritted my teeth, my jaw locking so tight the muscle fluttered. No. I had sworn to myself. I had made a silent, blood-bound promise the day Kaelen threw me into that freezing mud. I thought I had learned my lesson. I thought I had built a fortress around my pride, vowing that no man would ever control me again. No man would ever dictate my worth, tell me what to do, or reduce me to a weeping, pleading mess on a mattress.Not Kaelen. And definitely not the Lycan King.

He started gently, his tongue swirling in slow, agonizingly precise circles over my most sensitive nerve endings. He lapped at my slick wetness, savoring the taste of me like I was a delicacy he had been starving for centuries to consume. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips, flicking it gently while his fangs grazed my sensitive folds just enough to send sparks shooting up my spine.“Oh… fuck…” The moan slipped out before I could stop it.I hated it. I hated how good it felt. I hated that after everything — after he sat on that throne and let them decide my fate like I was nothing — my body was still betraying me.He was devouring me. Deeply, passionately, and with an aggressive hunger that bordered on violence.Every time his tongue flicked, every time his lips pulled at my swollen flesh, a shockwave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy shot straight up my spine. My thighs began to jitter uncontrollably. The muscles in my calves cramped as I pointed my toes, my entire body winding

I was still trembling when Riven carried me to the bed.He laid me down like I was something fragile, even though his eyes said otherwise. The heavy furs dipped under my weight as he stepped back, towering over me. The firelight painted every inch of him in gold and shadow.Gods… he was beautiful in the worst way.His shirt was already gone, tossed somewhere on the floor. Eight ripped abs etched into his torso like they’d been carved by the Moon Goddess herself. Not six. Eight. Hard, defined lines that flexed with every breath. His skin was scarred in places — old battles, old wars — but it only made him look more dangerous. More real. He reached up, his thick fingers catching the leather strap holding his hair back. He snapped it, letting the long, dark, sweat-dampened strands fall around his broad shoulders like a heavy black waterfall. He looked wild. Ancient. Utterly untamed. I hated how my mouth went dry.“Spread,” he commanded, voice low and rough.I clenched my jaw, trying to

Riven’s thumb was still inside my mouth.Thick. Shrivelled. Tasting of salt and that faint metallic edge of his own blood. He dragged it slowly over my tongue, pressing down just enough to make me gag before pulling it out. The rough pad scraped against my bottom lip, and a helpless whimper escaped me before I could swallow it.I hated that sound.I hated how my body betrayed me.His golden eyes were molten, locked on my face like he was memorizing every flicker of resistance. His free hand was still pinning my wrists above my head against the cold stone wall. I was trapped. Completely. And the worst part? My wolf was stirring inside me, not in fear… but in something far more… uncontrollable.‘Mate,’ she whispered, low and needy. ‘Ours. Mate’I shoved her back hard. “No! No mate!. He let them decide our fate. He was going to let them take us.”Riven’s lips brushed the shell of my ear. His voice was velvet wrapped around a blade.“You tried to run from me, little bird.” His hips rolled

"Go ahead, hit me!" he murmured, his voice dripping hard, "But you better hit me hard, Liora. Because when I take my revenge... I will not be so kind."I stood there, trapped between the freezing stone wall and the burning furnace of the Lycan King. Every emotion in the world was swirling violently inside my head. Terror that he was going to kill me. Anger that he had betrayed me. Fear of what Kaelen would do to me.But louder than all of it was the lust.More lust. And more lust. It was suffocating. My body was screaming at me to tilt my head, to close the distance, to let him tear the wool tunic from my body and take me right against the stone. My thighs were trembling so badly I could barely keep myself upright.‘No,’ I thought, fighting a vicious war inside my own mind. ‘Don't give in. He doesn't care about you. He is a monster.’I violently clenched my jaw in repulsion, forcing my hazel eyes to harden as I glared up at him. I needed to show this arrogant, manipulating King that I