I Claim You, Mate

"I reject you as my mate, Omega." his angry voice growled, shocking me. "I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you weren't my stepsister, I would never accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable." I fell to my knees as tears streamed from my eyes. All I wanted was to die from the shame and pain of rejection. - Elara was a young omega whose fate collided with her two Alpha stepbrothers. She found herself trapped between them. The Kingston brothers, Trevor and Kevin, were the dream of every girl. Kevin was wild and aggressive while Trevor was cold and calculative. They were the two dominant Alpha brothers who possessed everything other boys desired. But when fate connected Elara with one of them, they rejected her. When she chose the other one, the rejected mate wanted her back. They had no idea that their one wrong decision would set off a chain reaction of feelings. This is a tale of a love triangle, shocking betrayal, and the unexpected path from hate to love.

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Chapter 7

The low light of the private lounge caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the hard line of his jaw and the cold fury in his eyes.

My heart shook from the coldness.

The boys in the lounge spoke with a surprised tone.

"Wow! Never knew someone had the guts to approach you like this, dude."

"She is a waitress."

"Let us see your seductive face."

"Look at her thighs!"

"Babe, the man you are trying to seduce is not good for you."

"Of course, you might die."

"Around all of us, he is a beast in bed."

They burst into laughter. Their words made me feel embarrassed. However, the influence of the wine did something really wrong to me.

They could not see my face, as I was only facing Trevor, and my hair was covering my face from both sides.

I could only stare at Trevor, ignoring the whole world around me.

Trevor's eyes were on me.

The air was thick with tension. It was a suffocating mix of my desperation and his icy disdain. His dark eyes were unforgiving as they bore into me.

"Bro, why don't you give this chick a chance? Maybe she is good in bed?" A boy said as he stood up and came toward me.

Trevor's eyes moved from me, and he shifted his gaze to the boy.

"You all, leave."

The boy grinned at him. "You mean you will do that to her right here?"

The other boys chuckled while shaking their heads.

I lowered my head. But their words did not hit my mind. All I wanted was to become Trevor's. I did not want another man to mark me forcefully. If I had that fate, then I better let him have me. Because he was the man of my heart.

"Do you guys think this girl can match my type?" Trevor asked with a glare at the boys.

They were taken aback. One of them cleared their throat and said, "Let's leave. I think he got mad. The girl crossed her lines."

They all got up from their seats. "See you at the campus,' they said and left the lounge area.

The silence mixed with my dizziness. I raised my head to meet Trevor's eyes.

"Please make me yours," I whispered again.

He did not respond. He just glared at me, his jaw tight with rage.

The silence stretched between us, suffocating me with his unspoken words.

"Trevor?" I muttered.

He finally moved, pushing me away with a shove that sent me sprawling onto the floor.

He rose to his feet and walked past me. I turned my head and looked at his broad back.

My heart trembled in fear. My body did not want him to walk away like this.

I stood up and rushed to hug him from behind. His steps halted.

"Please don't refuse me tonight. Please save me."

He pushed my hands that wrapped around his body. He turned around and glared at me.

His hand, which was holding the cigarette, came to grab my jaw. "I wonder what kind of bitch you are! Begging men to spend nights with you? How much money do you want, hmm?"

His words and cold voice made me flinch. I felt pain in my jaw.

"There she is!"

I recognized the voice of the man to whom my father had sold me.

Trevor turned around to see the man and a few guards. The man pointed his finger at me and said,

"Bitch, come here. Seducing a new man? What about me?"

Trevor frowned at the man. "Who are you?"

His voice made the man shift his full attention to Trevor.

The man was taken aback. "Aren't you Trevor Kingston? Alpha Gray's son?" he asked.

Trevor was popular among the businessmen. Because his father often asked him to join meetings with him. He knew his son had an eye on the business shield.

Trevor stared at the man without responding. The man let out an awkward chuckle. "Mr. Kingston, I hope you won't mind if I take my girl away from you."

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Your girl?"

I blinked, taking a shaky breath. I prayed in my mind that Trevor did not hand me over to that man.

I held the sleeve of Trevor's jacket and shook my head.

"This girl took ten thousand from me in exchange for her body for one night. Now that she saw you, she thought she got a bigger deal than me. She is a scammer!"

The man's voice echoed in the lounge area.

"D-Don't trust him," I said in a raspy voice.

Trevor turned his head to me. His eyes moved to my soaked shirt, which had two buttons opened, revealing my cleavage.

I let go of his jacket and tried to button up my shirt with shaky hands. He scoffed at me and walked away from me.

I thought he would leave me to that man. If he left, I would have no other way to get rid of that man. My life, my dignity, and my chastity would end here to that perverted man.

Trevor got near the entrance of the lounge area, but he did not leave. Instead, he stopped beside the man and took a long puff of smoke.

The man extended his hand toward him to shake. "Please, visit my company sometime. I am-"

He could not introduce himself as Trevor grabbed his hand and pressed his cigarette on the man's wrist.

The man groaned in pain. He wanted to snatch his hand away, but Trevor's hand tightened his grip.

He let go of the man's hand when the flame of the cigarette burned his skin, turning it black, almost burning the veins.

The guards did not dare to move toward Trevor since they heard he was the head Alpha's son.

The man fell on the floor while holding his hand. "Why did you do that?" he asked.

Trevor gave him a stern look and replied,

"Because she is my stepsister."

The man's eyes widened. He was not aware that his one single move could offend the head Alpha's family.

He glared at me and said, "You are Alpha's stepdaughter? Why did you need so much money? You could have asked him directly!"

I did not hear the man. Trevor's voice kept echoing in my mind.

'She is my stepsister.'

I saw Trevor kick the man's manhood with his boots and mutter, "Go and fuck other girls with this broken dick."

The man fainted on the floor in pain. Trevor left without looking back at me.

I realized I was drugged. Trevor's one sentence returned me to reality.

I glanced around to look for something, then grabbed a beer bottle. I hit the bottle to the wall near me and gripped a broken piece tightly.

Blood poured out of my palm. Slowly, I was getting back to my senses.

I realized what I had done a while ago. I was ashamed that Trevor might have misunderstood me.

I rushed out of the lounge area and started to search for him.

Suddenly, the lights went off in the club. It scared me.

People started to count until the lights turned on again. People cheered for someone saying,

"Happy birthday."

I turned to the girl whose birthday was today. I realized it was also my birthday.

I had finally turned eighteen.

People around me glanced at me awkwardly as my palm was bleeding.

I thought about leaving the club, leaving the most painful and horrible memories behind.

However, my legs froze when a scent hit my nostrils.

I sniffed in the air and moved forward until I reached the gate of the club.

I was shocked when my eyes fell on someone and my wolf started chanting.

"MATE"

My heart warmed and my eyes lit up. I couldn't believe fate had chosen the man I fell for.

"Trevor is my mate!"

He was leaning against a wall near the gate. His eyes met mine, and they glowed red, which indicated that he could also feel the mate bond.

I smiled at him and was about to go to him, but my legs froze.

My eyes widened when my mate grabbed another girl's waist and kissed her in front of me.

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My boyfriend, Carter, hadn't spoken to me in five days. But when my national architecture competition win went viral, he finally called-not to congratulate me, but to scream that I' d embarrassed him by not telling him first. His new girlfriend, Brittney, was the one who tagged him in my post. She was also the one whispering in his ear during the call, telling him I was making him look bad. This was the final straw in a long, cold war. But the real nightmare began when Brittney sent me a video of her torturing my dog, Apollo, in our old apartment. Then came a photo of his lifeless body. I rushed over, blinded by rage, and slammed her head against the wall with an ashtray. Carter, the man I once loved, shoved me away, calling me a maniac for hurting the woman who had just murdered my dog. He chose her. He always chose her. As I carried Apollo's cold body out the door, I made a vow. I would make them pay. I would make their lives a living hell.

Horror Modern Romance

8.7

Claimed by three Alphas

8.7

Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

Action Horror LGBT+Mafia

8.6

Contract With A Monster: The Heiress's Revenge

8.6

It was my birthday, but instead of celebrating, I was bleeding on the floor of my own bedroom. My sister Serena had just smashed a champagne bottle over my legs, her eyes filled with a dark madness because our father allowed me to wear the family diamonds. To escape her, I bolted into a pitch-black guest suite, only to be grabbed by a man who felt like a wall of solid muscle. He was drugged, unstable, and pinned me against the wall, his teeth sinking into my neck in a primal claim that left a permanent mark. I managed to flee, but the nightmare was just beginning. My father didn't care about my injuries; he only cared that I had "insulted" the man in that room—Delos French, the most powerful CEO in New York. He threatened to stop paying for my mother’s critical care facility unless I went to Delos and begged for his forgiveness. My brother Julian was even worse, intentionally pouring scalding coffee over my bandaged wounds just to see me flinch. They forced me into a revealing gold dress, treating me like a high-priced commodity to be sold to the highest bidder to save their failing company. I didn't understand how the people who were supposed to love me could be more predatory than the monster in the dark. I had spent my life fixing their scandals, yet they were ready to throw me to the wolves the moment I became useful as a pawn. But when I stood before Delos French at his gala, he didn't see a trophy. He recognized my scent, my touch, and the fire in my eyes. He trapped me in his private lounge, kneeling to clean the blood from my injured feet. "Marry me," he whispered, his voice a low, terrifying growl. "And I will give you the power to burn your family to the ground." I looked into the eyes of the man who had hunted me and realized he was the only one offering me a weapon to destroy the people who had broken me. "Okay," I whispered.

Action Billionaire Horror

8.1

His Unwanted Bride, Another Man's Queen

8.1

My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck. "Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety." He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her. I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper. When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate. He decided to "discipline" me publicly to teach me respect. He raised the whip. "Arthur, please, I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach. "Don't lie to me," he spat, and the lash came down. I lost our baby on that cold marble floor in a pool of blood. He didn't believe me. He stepped over my body to take Diana to dinner. He didn't stop there. He let my grandmother die in the ER to tend to Diana's bruised nose. He even dug up my grandmother's grave because Diana wanted the view for a garden. I finally fled, vanishing into the night. It wasn't until months later, when he found the autopsy report of our unborn child and the toxicology results proving Diana had been drugging him, that the fog lifted. He tracked me down to a small town, where I was finally healing with a good man. The feared Underboss fell to his knees in the pouring rain, holding the whip he had used on me, shaking violently. "Beat me, Ella," he begged, tears mixing with the mud. "Hurt me. Make us even." I looked at the monster I used to love and dropped his ring into the dirt. "You can't bring back the dead, Arthur," I whispered. "And you are dead to me."

Horror Mafia Romance

9.8

I Found My Replacement's Rotting Hair On The Alpha's Pillow

9.8

After years of loyalty, a Luna discovers a horrifying truth: her Alpha mate has been harboring a secret lover. The betrayal turns gruesome when she finds the decaying remains of her supposed replacement scattered across their shared bed. As the stench of rot fills their home, she must confront the twisted reality of her partner's infidelity and the dark, supernatural obsession that led him to keep a literal corpse in their inner sanctum.

Horror Romance Werewolf

9.2

No Divorce, Only Widowhood: His Possession

9.2

I went to The Ivy to return a box of scripts and hoodies, hoping to finally bury my past with movie star Harrison Knox. I just wanted to be a good wife to Julian Sterling and keep my family’s business merger intact. But Harrison had other plans. He staged a paparazzi ambush, pulling me into a fake embrace just as the cameras flashed. By the time I got home to our Bel Air estate, the headline "Harrison Knox Heartbroken? Tearful Reunion with Serena Vance" was already trending worldwide. The fallout was brutal. My father called, roaring that the stock was in freefall and threatening to stop my mother’s medical payments if I didn't keep Julian happy. My movie funding was pulled, leaving me to pawn my Birkin bags just to pay my staff. Even worse, Julian’s cold indifference turned into a sharp, quiet rage. He heard me tell a friend that our marriage felt like a transaction, and his response was to toss a black Centurion card at my feet like I was something he’d bought at an auction. I was trapped between a narcissist who wanted to use my trauma for his next script and a father who saw me as nothing but a bargaining chip. Even Julian, the man who secretly bought my movie rights through a shell company to protect me, believed I was still screaming my ex's name in my sleep. When my family finally demanded I lie and accuse Julian of domestic abuse to secure a settlement, I realized I had nothing left to lose. I walked away from the Vance name, deleted every memory of Harrison, and stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean ready to let the tide take me. But Julian didn't come for a divorce. He found me in the dark, his coat heavy on my shoulders and his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "There is no divorce in the Sterling family," he whispered against my ear. "There is only widowhood. You are mine, Serena, until one of us is in the ground."

Horror Modern Romance

I Claim You, Mate

Chapter 7

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