Novels by Author Belle

"Looks like taming you will be quite enjoyable, our little Omega," Lucien whispered in his ear from behind, his lips so close to Klein’s skin that he could feel the warmth of his breath.He tried to pull away, but Lucien’s grip only tightened slightly, holding him in place.A fresh wave of shivers ran down Klein’s spine as he felt Lucien’s lips brush against the sensitive skin just below his ear. He was barely dressed, the outfit from the auction leaving most of his body exposed, and every touch, every breath against his skin felt magnified a hundred times over. He could feel the Alpha’s chest pressing against his back, the steady beat of his heart matching his own racing pulse in a way that made him feel more trapped than ever."Look at this so-called ‘Rebellious Omega’ – not a single word now that he’s in front of us," Lysander said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.He reached out and gripped Klein’s chin firmly between his fingers, forcing him to lift his head an

When Klein heard those words, he couldn’t make sense of the chaotic storm of emotions swirling inside him. Something twisted deep in his stomach, a strange flutter that sent goosebumps prickling across every inch of his skin and made his heart hammer against his ribs like a caged bird fighting to escape. Even his cheeks and ears felt like they were burning hot enough to melt metal, a sensation he’d only ever experienced when he’d been caught in the rain after running for miles, or the time he’d taken a blow to the head during a fight with some Alpha bullies back in his first year at the university."Fuck," Klein muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched so tight he was sure his teeth would crack. His eyes were fixed on the Twin Alphas standing before him, identical in every way, from their jet-black hair cut in sharp, clean lines to their tall, powerful frames that seemed to fill every inch of space around them. Their eyes, the color of storm clouds gathering over the mountains, he

Third Person POV Slowly, Klein pried his eyes open, roused by the sound of voices and movement echoing around the room."F-fuck..." he muttered, the taste of iron still lingering in his mouth.He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. As the memories of what happened came rushing back, his gaze landed on Sandro sitting in the corner of the small room.Sandro was crying quietly.Then Klein noticed what he was wearing, the clothes from the dark red box."Sandro," Klein called hoarsely.Sandro looked at him briefly before lowering his head. "If you hadn't tried to help me... you wouldn't be here." He said instead .Klein frowned. "What are you talking about?""We're going to the auction. All of us. Including you."His eyes widened. Looking down at himself, he finally noticed his own outfit. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" he roared.Before he could react further, the door swung open and two guards entered."It's time to go."One guard chained Sandro's

I practically fly up each step of the stairs, desperate to catch up to him before it's too late.When I burst out of the building, I see dozens of students gathered together, each clutching the same dark red box he'd been given.I can see the mix of sorrow, anxiety, and terror in their eyes. They hold their boxes tight against their chests, as if praying that whatever waits for them outside will be bearable enough to live through.I tear my eyes away from the crowd and scan the sea of faces looking for Sandro. Panic starts to rise in my chest when I can't spot him anywhere. I slow down, about to ask one of the selected students, then I catch sight of him near the back of the group.A wave of relief washes over me, and I move quickly to reach him."SANDRO!" I shout, and he turns at the sound of my voice.He looks at me, confusion clear in his eyes. "W-what are you doing here?" he asks as I finally reach him."Don't," I say firmly, making him raise an eyebrow in confusion."What are yo

As soon as we step into our dorm, Sandro heads straight for the kitchen while I make my way to my bedroom to shower. After rinsing off and feeling somewhat human again, I walk out of my room in nothing but my boxers. Sandro’s already settled on the couch, a bottle of beer sitting on the coffee table next to a bag of snacks.“Let’s have a few drinks before the auction starts,” he says, taking a long swig from his can.I sit down across from him and study his face. “You’re nervous.”It’s not a question, it’s obvious. He shakes his head immediately.“Why would I be? I’ve been here long enough to know this is just how things are.” He avoids making eye contact with me as he speaks.To be honest, Sandro is a good-looking guy. His tan skin brings out his features, and when I first met him, I actually thought he was gay because of how delicate he looks. He doesn’t have the bulky build most guys here do. His body’s lean and well-defined, and his face is almost too pretty for a man. “Then wh

Morning comes too soon, and I’m still lying in bed. I didn’t sleep at all last night my mind was too full of thoughts to rest. Now I have no energy to get up and attend the worthless classes this university forces on us.When you really think about it, what good are their lessons? What’s the point of teaching us anything when people like us are just meant to be sold as slaves to whoever will buy us?*Knock. Knock. Knock.*“Hey Klein? You still breathing in there? Should I call the guards to bury you already?” Sandro’s voice breaks through my silence.I try to pretend I’m asleep, but the bastard won’t leave me alone.“Shut the fuck up!” I yell, throwing a pillow at the door. “I’m trying to sleep!”“You know you can’t! In a few minutes, the guards will be patrolling the dorms and they’ll drag everyone out and beat the shit out of anyone who’s still in bed!” he shouts back.Frustrated and knowing I have no choice, I finally get up to shower and get dressed.I’m not in the mood to fight w