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TEN WAYS TO KILL ALPHA PENKING  Novel Cover

TEN WAYS TO KILL ALPHA PENKING

"There's no way to kill Alpha Penking." "Maybe there's one, make sure he has absolute power, never bows to anyone but will crawl to her feet each time she wants it." Amelia's first life ended when she was ten-when the most notorious Alpha in New York took everything her father owned and killed him. As if that wasn't enough, he coerced her father into selling his only daughter before death claimed him. Fifteen years later, Amelia survives as a prostitute, her past buried beneath layers of control, routine, and silence. She lives for two things only: keeping her younger brother alive and nursing the revenge that never died. Every alpha is just a body. Every night is calculated. Her life is controlled-until the night she sleeps with him. The same man who ruined her life. Alpha Penking-feared, untouchable, merciless-without her knowing who he truly is. Yet, her world shatters again. Because Penking knows her. Because he watched her grow in the shadows. Because he knows her real name. Because he is the one who ruined her and owned her. Because he serves her a contract that doesn't ask-it commands. A contract where she belongs to him. For months. For life. No bargain. No gain. Trapped between hatred and a bond she never consented to, Amelia begins counting the only freedom she has left-ten ways to kill Alpha Penking. But revenge grows complicated when obsession turns mutual, when power bleeds into possession, and when an impossible consequence binds them forever. Because the man she plans to kill now owns her body... And the child growing inside her might decide who survives.
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Chapter 1

"Fuck!!" she groaned as she felt his full length into her. Her feet dug into the soft sheets, legs spread wider, accommodating him, the space he consumed. He rested as he was into her; she twitched, sucking his dick whole so that he quivered. Her body burned. Sweat fell from his face to her stomach, the sweat sliding into her navel. She quivered.

She tried to look into his eyes but couldn't hold steady for a moment as he kissed her neck, all the way to her face, kissing every bead of sweat on her face. He was kissing her conscious and kissing her back to her senses. He hasn't moved yet, and she was convinced this is a night she won't forget. She wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck.

Her legs locked around his flexible waist. He lifted himself a bit off her body and then-he moved. Quietly. Slowly. Feeling the rhythm, the sound of their bodies slushing over each other. The lewdity of the noise driving them saner.

"Ugh!!!" Her voice hit the four walls of the room.

Harder. Faster. Almost beast-like.

She thought she would stop breathing. She thought she would break. But she isn't. Instead, she's holding onto the pleasures-the pain-mixed electricity that travelled from the core of her body straight to her brain, and from her brain to the rest of her body.

"Ugh!!!"

"Say my name..." he whispered slurrily into her ears, licking, fucking her ear hole with his tongue, making her body reverberate. Her body was getting exhausted with pleasure; it couldn't take anymore.

"Say my name..."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She tried. Each thrust took the words away from her mouth and replaced them with gasps, filled her mouth with moans instead of the alphabets that formed his name.

"Say my name, else I won't stop..." he threatened. Her stomach quivered. Her stomach squirmed like it has never done before.

"Say it..."

The thrust came faster, hitting her nerve-the sweet part, the juicy area inside of her-and she lost all senses.

She was alive, but she was in heaven. Her moans flew out of her mouth, senses gone, so she didn't mind how loud she was. She didn't mind that she was outside at a club. She didn't mind if anyone got turned on by the sounds she made.

Who cared when she's getting knocked up this good?

No one got it so well with her. No one hit the spot for her this good. Is it because she was an omega? She didn't mind that. She won't mind, because an alpha with stronger pheromones-an alpha in rut-was going to destroy all her morals tonight.

He turned her over to her back, her butts shot up like a gun, his heavy ember hovering over her butt cheeks, hitting each of them with carefulness, releasing his pheromones into the air like fire, making her go wilder. Her eyes rolled into her head, the knees she was using to rest on the bed shaking.

"Ugh!!" came his groan as he trailed his large hands over her body, then to her cheeks. He slapped it over and over again. She squirmed to every hit to her butt cheeks, making her wetter. She was dripping, squirting onto the sheets.

Even in his rut, he had a level of control, which turned her on the more. Most Alpha can't handle their rut; because of that, they always roughened her up in ways that she would be in the hospital for days.

But this one-different.

"Put it in me..." she slurred out, swiping her long hair from side to side.

"You haven't said my name yet," he replied, hovering on top of her, his sweat colliding with hers, his heat boiling hers. She was shaking.

"Devon," she whispered, and he hit her cheek again.

"Wrong," he breathed out. "If you get it wrong one more time, I will tie you up and punish you." He warned, and her stomach sank lower, riling up with excitement. It's going to be a very long night.

"Turn around," he commanded, and she turned around like a dog to a bitch, a she-wolf to a wolf.

"Suck it," he said, referring to his rock-solid large ember that was standing an inch away from her face.

She touched it fondly. It was wet from screwing all her insides. She smiled, dipping her hand into her wet and squirty self. She plastered the cum all over the dick and began to fap it.

Over and over again, until she could feel the twitch in his legs-the little shake in his legs as the veins showed up more.

Her tongue kissed the tip, and then she began to swallow it into her mouth till it was deep in her throat. She moved, thrusting it into her mouth down to her throat. Her eyes rolled into her head, gagging as the ember was too big for her small mouth.

He grabbed her head with his palm and began to move by himself.

"Fuck!"

He went harder, faster. The cum splashed, filled her mouth, dripping out to her chest, to her stomach. He pulled out, splashing it all over her face, her white skin glistening from his load.

"Remembered my name yet?" he asked again as she swallowed the cum on her tongue, still kneeling, her eyes still needy, watching as the ember stood again like it wasn't sucked in the first place.

"Turn around. I'm going to tie you up," he commanded, and she turned around. Her hands tied up with his belt. She was excited. She was thrilled, especially when the ember came into her again, her butt pressing against his stomach.

There's no best feeling as this.

Fuck!

This shouldn't end until-she froze.

"Stop!!!!" she screamed.

Harder, but he covered her mouth. Terrified, trembling in pleasure, she still wanted to resist.

He was knotting inside of her, deep inside her womb.

"No!!!"

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