I’m Groomed For My SSS+ Alpha Daddy

After her pack is brutally slaughtered, a lone omega finds herself taken in by a powerful SSS+ Alpha. As the sole survivor of the massacre, she must navigate a world of danger and hierarchy under the protection of the strongest wolf in existence. Though he claims he is grooming her for greatness, the lines between duty and desire blur. Amidst rising tensions and secrets, she must discover her true value before the past catches up to them.

Chapters

Chapter 1

Elena Pov

In front of me is the image I had painted and on it is the familiar figure of the man holding the paper, but somehow, it was a totally different image of him.

On a chair was Alpha Marcus naked with long white hair that scattered around his chest making him look ethereal. He looked like he was from the ancient days, he looked majestic and even more beautiful.

I couldn't take my eyes away from what I had drawn and I can't bring myself to believe that I drew that.

My breathing staggered, my fist clenched and my heart pounded against my ribs.

The image looked straight at me and I swear that I could feel my soul being forcefully extracted from my body.

I gaped, unable to believe the beauty of what I had painted.

The Marcus in the painting looked even more pronounced. His eyes stared at me proudly like the king he was, but the expression on his face made me weak in my knees—Seductive. Cold, but enchantingly provocative, making one go lost.

I stood there, unable to take my eyes off that painting that entranced my soul.

“Are you done staring?”

“W..What..?!”

A chuckle responded.

I swallowed and finally returned my attention to the man holding the painting.

He stared at me deeply, but from his expression, I couldn't get what was on his mind but somehow, I knew it wasn't anything good from the way my bones shook from his stare.

Marcus slowly lowered his hand that held the painting, and when I thought he was going to say something, he turned around proudly and left without a word.

My heart skipped a beat. I stood there, speechless as I watched his cold back as he walked away. I wished I could call him back, I wanted to ask him if he was angry, if I had done anything wrong, if…if he liked the painting, and… If I were still getting punished, but my throat just couldn't bring out a word. My lips parted but I could say nothing.

The night air hit me and my body shivered, it was like it was snapping me back to reality.

It felt like whatever had happened today was unreal. The warmth that soon turned to surging fire, then coldness again. Everything felt surreal and my heart couldn't help but clench at the thought that this might be the end.

“He wouldn't talk to me anymore? Maybe he is disgusted by me.”

My head raised to look at the starry night, and a plain smile appeared on my face.

“At least I gained something,” I muttered to myself.

Yes, I gained something. Now I’m assured that Alpha Marcus won't act like I never confessed to him once. Now he knows how much I desire him. He knows I want him and I'm obsessed with him. So, I don't need to hide anymore and I can seduce him, look at him boldly, and proudly fight for him.

Thinking about this is beautiful, but reality…?

***

The sound of my slippers hitting the floor echoed in the quiet space but I also wasn't trying to hide it because I wanted someone to hear it.

I pursed my lips the moment I got to the top of the stairs. I looked towards the place where Marcus’s room is situated and the urge to walk towards his room enticed me but I resisted and only gave the space a look of disappointment, then walked back towards my room.

I don't know what I'm disappointed about, or… maybe I know.

I changed into something else, ready to knock the bed, but as I lay on the bed, my mind was so active with lots of thoughts.

I thought about my imagination when I sat on that chair to draw, I thought about the ethereal painting—that's the most perfect image I had ever painted and now I believe, Alpha Marcus is my muse.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I recalled how he had caught me filming him, and how he had threatened me. His naked chest that enticed me to lick him, his wet lips that called for me to suck them, his biceps that shook as he walked, his huge thighs that made me want to kneel to worship them, his wet hair that made me almost give in, his eyes that always stared into mine like he wanted to capture my soul and punish it until he knows every of my secret.

His mint scent that teases my inside and makes my toes curl. His touches that make my stomach flutter and his big dick—

I snapped my eyes closed and rolled on the bed as my mind was filled with the image of that bulge I had seen. I licked my lips naughtily.

“Opps! I need to save those videos and separate them into different files. Where is my phone?” I muttered a question, then immediately stood up to look for my phone.

I walked around the room in search of it, but it was nowhere to be found, but then, I decided to search for it at the poolside.

I don't want to miss those videos I had taken with difficulty. In haste, I walked out and rushed to the poolside, but when I got there, it was empty, and even the easel I had drawn on was nowhere to be seen.

I stood there speechless, confused.

I looked around the place in deep thought, but then, an image of a man appeared in my mind—

“Marcus.”

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Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell—an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death. Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold. The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return. Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her. Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her. Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed—piece by piece. When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch." Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision. Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours." Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first." High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first. The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance—And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell… and him.

Action Billionaire Modern

7.1

Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

7.1

In my past life, my fiancé Grayson Falcone locked me in an abandoned warehouse to die of a fever while he paraded his mistress around the city. I opened my eyes and was reborn right on the night of the Plaza Hotel gala. Just like before, Grayson swam right past me in the freezing fountain, pulling his dripping mistress into his arms in front of New York's elite mafia families. He publicly shattered our honor, leaving me to face absolute social death. But this time, Damon Falcone—Grayson's uncle and the most feared Don in the city—stepped out of the shadows, wrapped me in his coat, and carried me away. To safely destroy the betrothal, I decided to become Grayson's worst nightmare. I played the suffocatingly devoted fiancée, even "accidentally" feeding him his lethal allergen. But my plan completely backfired. Instead of breaking the engagement, Grayson developed a sick, morbid fascination with my lethal intentions. Even worse, Damon cornered me in his private shooting range, his eyes burning with a terrifying, dark obsession as he pinned me against his chest. I didn't understand why my calculated revenge was spiraling so dangerously out of control. Thanks to the vicious rumors about Damon carrying me away, the furious family matriarch slammed her hand on the table to protect the family's honor. "The rumors end now. Grayson and Isabella will marry next month."

Action Modern Romance

7.7

Our Love, Our Mutual Destruction

7.7

I was dying of cancer when my destructive ex, Brooks Ferguson, returned to Seattle. The first thing he did was demolish my late father's record store. But his new fiancée, Grace, delivered the final blow. With a vicious smile, she cornered me and poured my mother's ashes onto the filthy street. I snapped. I rammed my vintage Mustang into her convertible-twice. I woke up in the hospital, coughing up blood, just in time to see Brooks on the news. "When I find her," he snarled to the cameras, "I' m going to enjoy breaking every single bone in her body." He had no idea the cancer, accelerated by his cruelty, was already killing me. He wanted my body? Fine. I refused all treatment and arranged for the hospital to call him. My final revenge wasn't to fight him. It was to die and make him claim the corpse of the woman he destroyed.

Action Modern Romance

7.2

Pregnant Oracle: The CEO's Most Dangerous Mistake

7.2

I stared at the ceiling tiles of the sterile clinic, counting water stains to keep from screaming. The IVF transfer was complete, but the nurse didn’t call me a mother—she called the life inside me an "asset" for Caldwell Holdings. When I walked into my husband Alexander’s office to demand a divorce, he didn't even look up from his desk. He just laughed, shredded my legal papers, and told me I was nothing more than a high-end broodmare for his inheritance. The nightmare only deepened from there. To keep me in line, Alexander fabricated evidence of an affair to destroy my reputation. When I tried to run, he revealed he controlled the facility where my sister was on life support, threatening to pull the plug if I didn't submit. "One phone call, and her ventilator stops," he whispered. Even my own parents turned against me, demanding I apologize to Alexander’s mistress just to secure their next business merger. I was a prisoner in my own life, trapped between a husband who wanted to own me and a family that had already sold me. I couldn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with this pregnancy until I saw the fear in Alexander's eyes when his uncle, the powerful Harrison Sterling, started showing up at my door. I finally hacked into the clinic’s high-security database and found the truth. There had been a catastrophic lab breach the day of my procedure. The donor wasn't some anonymous third party. I wasn't carrying my husband's child. I was carrying his uncle's heir. As Alexander sent a hitman to stage a fatal "accident" on the Manhattan Bridge, I realized the war had just begun. This time, I wasn't just fighting for my life—I was holding the nuclear leverage that would burn the Caldwell empire to the ground.

Action Modern Romance

8.2

Reborn Heiress: Vengeance And True Love Found

8.2

For three years, I poured my soul into Cade, forgiving him 99 times. I was a struggling art student, paying for our shared dreams and caring for his fragile heart. But the 100th time, he let his cruel mistress, Alessandra, try to kill me in an old boathouse. He called it an "accident," his eyes already choosing his ambition over my life. I woke up in the hospital to hear him call me a "disposable stepping stone" and announce his engagement to the woman who had just tried to murder me. The doctor then confirmed the worst: his betrayal had cost me our unborn child. I had been a fool, a victim in their sick game. But as I lay there, broken and bleeding, I realized something. They thought I was a poor, orphaned artist. They had no idea I was Blaire Madden, the sole heiress to a global corporation. And I was finally ready to come home and make them pay.

Action Billionaire Romance

9.8

Stolen Genius, A Billionaire's Vow

9.8

My life's work was stolen by Dallas Mueller. She built an empire on my research, becoming a tech celebrity while I was framed for fraud and left with nothing. I decided to crash her biggest product launch to get my life back. But instead of justice, I was met with violence. Dallas and her followers beat me in front of everyone, tearing my clothes and humiliating me. They dragged me outside, vandalized my car, and set my personal journal on fire. The ultimate betrayal, however, was seeing my own fiancé, Elias, standing by, his face cold. He believed her lies over me. He watched them destroy me and did nothing to help. Just as I was about to break, a voice cut through the chaos. My mentor, the powerful billionaire Clifton Kramer, had arrived. He exposed Dallas as a fraud on the spot and revealed he had surveillance footage of the entire attack. Cradling me in his arms, he promised, "I promise you, darling, they will pay."

Action Billionaire Modern

I’m Groomed For My SSS+ Alpha Daddy

Chapter 1

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