Rebecca Mongold

In a world where darkness and magic collide, Evelina finds herself entangled in a perilous dance with fate. Her mate is a powerful Alpha Don who tried to kill her on her 15th birthday, until he realized they were mates. Her Tia Melanie keeps pestering her to join the witch's coven and embrace her heritage. So Evie does what any 22-year-old sensible woman would do. She gets engaged to a human boy who just so happens to be her childhood best friend and moves into a tiny apartment in New York with her soon-to-be-husband. There she lives the mundane life of a normal young woman with only one problem in life--running out of bread,eggs, and milk. But what she doesn't know is that a Rossi never lets anyone else have what is his. You can run from Gabriel Rossi....but you can't hide. **triggers** This story contains scenes of primal play, Bl00D play, breathe play amongst other scenes that often require safe words during s*x. Please check your triggers and read accordingly. If at anytime you feel like you need to stop, please do so because your emotional health is most important. The MMC is a morally grey character and mention of his past (Child abuse) is also stressed upon. Toxic parenting and its effect on children is also touched upon within this story.

When the shiny sun touched Ava Kings skin, something very powerful shifted in her. Her perfected controlling life changed in a blink. She became different Prophecy foretold her being the one to save the doom that is to arise. Destiny played a role when the savior is fated to the doom. Something seems off, and off is what makes a destiny, a destiny. __________________ “I can smell you mate, and all I want is your blood.” The same deep scary voice have been hearing since said again, and this time dominance presence in his voice. Increasing my tensed heartbeat and making me more scared. “Who are you and what’s mate?….” My voice whimpered a reply, my whole body trembling under my blanket.

" You are no one to me, you are nothing, and don't ever expect anything from me. You were bought here to play the part of a Luna and gratify my sexual desire," My Mate and new alpha said, with no remorse or any kind of affection in his gaze, tears well in my eyes but I refused to cry for the man who beds other women in my presence. I look him in the eyes and answer; " Yes," " No," He growls " Yes, Alpha," I repeat and he walks past me, once he's out of my sight, my legs give up just as tears roll down my cheeks. ... " You're pregnant, Luna, congratulations," My world stopped as I looked at the doctor, she was happy that the pack would have an heir, but I wasn't, you can't be when you've suffered so much at the hands of your fated mate. I ran, I ran and ran but it wasn't far enough for the mighty alpha.

"Your kind belongs to a cell, shackled against a wall with no freedom!" He yelled at me before ordering his guards to shut me up in the darkest part of the cell, hijacking the little freedom and illumination I had. ******************** How overjoyed I was when I thought I had found my mate, the one gifted to me by the moon goddess, the one to end my pain and suffering, the Blood Alpha, Alpha Kade. But I had no clue that he had other plans for me, to use me! to break me! to make me bend to his will! Why would he want me as his Luna? An insignificant clumsy omega? He was...The Big Bad Alpha.

This is a Money Transaction, Not Love: A Maffa Seduction. "You know, you are bound by contract to marry my son." Sara, an ordinary college girl, is thrust into a dangerous world when she's forced to marry Adrian, the ruthless heir to the largest mafia empire, to settle her parents' crushing debts and fund her grandfather's life-saving surgery. Adrian's father dangles a cruel bargain: live with Adrian for 30 days, and if neither falls in love, Sara wins her freedom and the contract is void. "Now listen up, girl. It's a fact that the both of us will not be seeing eye to eye around here. So I have rules that you must follow so as to leave this place in one piece. Firstly you dare not call mny name if you must call me, you will have to address me as sir. Secondly, you dare not talk or initiate any conversation with me. Thirdly, you wil not enter my bedroom or touch anything that is mine. Fourthly, you will not touch me. Now isten, failure to adhere to these rules wil ost you." "Cost me?" I crooked. "It will cost your body, [l have the right to own a part of your body, and I will do with it whatever I want," he growls, his eyes roving hungrily over my trembling form. Defying his commands at every turn, Sara finds herself entangled in a web of forbidden pleasure she never imagined. AS the days blur with tension and desire, can she resist the mafia heir's dark allure--or will this transaction ignite a love that defies the contract in this steamy enemies- to-lovers saga?

Ninety-nine lashes. That was the price of loving the Alpha’s son. Bettoni Williams gave everything to Ardon. Her heart. Her trust. Her dignity. In return, he accused her of witchcraft, stripped her of her rank, and watched as she was whipped ninety-nine times in the public square. Broken, disowned, and demoted to a Gamma, Bettoni swore she would never trust a royal again. She planned to rot in the slums, to remain invisible and forgotten. But fate, and a bored Alpha Commander, had other plans. When the kingdom's most feared war hero, Commander Zachery, returns home, Alpha Jaceon fills the grand hall with silk-dressed noblewomen and forces him to choose a wife before the blood moon or lose everything he has. Annoyed, Zachery slips out the back. Bettoni, hiding from the feast in a dark alley, stumbles upon him in a moment that would make any sensible woman run. She doesn't run, but calls him a wild animal to his face, and this only makes him immediately obsessed with her. He drags her into the feast by the wrist, declaring; "You're going to be my Commandress tonight." Now, Bettoni is trapped in a marriage with a brute who collects wives like trading cards. Zachery is uncouth, violent, and dangerously seductive. He treats the palace like a playground and his brother, the King, like a joke. Bettoni intends to use this monster to climb back to the top and destroy the family that ruined her. But Zachery is not a ladder. He is a cliff. And he has no intention of letting his new sweetheart go. Revenge is a dish best served cold. But the Commander likes his nights scorching hot. ~•~ ️ Mature Content Warning (18+): This story contains 18+ content including explicit erotica, detailed sexual scenes, and mentions of sexual violence including r*p* and assault. If such themes make you uncomfortable, please read with caution.

Nikolai. Braxton. Derik. Three alphas who have pledged to protect the humans in their territory. All they ask in return is one night with the virgins of the villages, one night to take them under the blood moon and complete the ritual. This year is Lorelai’s turn. A winter born, cursed—or blessed—with powers rarely seen, Lorelai has been shunned by the other villagers her whole life. Once she’s taken to the wolves’ mansion, she takes matters into her own hands. After all, what if one night just isn’t enough?

"Sign it," he said. Three years of marriage ended with a line and a pen that trembled in her hand. It wasn't the papers that hurt—it was the way he didn't even flinch when she did. Amelia Hart walked out of his penthouse that night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heartbeat. She'd given Daniel Sterling everything—her love, her identity, her silent devotion—only to be discarded the moment she became inconvenient. But when the empire he built begins to fall, when the cold CEO who never looked back suddenly needs the woman he threw away, he returns with the same hands that once let her go, now reaching for what he destroyed. Only this time, there's a clause he didn't read…

She went to the warehouse to negotiate a debt. She didn’t know I was walking into a supernatural auction. Her father died and left her nothing but two million dollars of debt to a man named Lucien Blackwood — and a dying sister whose medical bills he’d been secretly paying. He owns her before she even know his name. Lucien Blackwood is an Alpha. Powerful. Ruthless. He buys her like she just another acquisition. What he doesn’t know — what nobody knows — is that she his fated mate. And fated mates don’t stay sold.

WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE THEMES,ELEMENTS OF HARDCORE BDSM,PRAISE KINKS,SL*T-SHAMING KINKS,AND DEGRADATION KINKS. READ WITH CAUTION. Serena would do anything to uncover the death of her parents,including sleeping with the most dangerous man in New York,Nero DeLuca. And he knows this,so he strings her along so he can see how far she's willing to go. "Get on your knees," Nero said. "Excuse me—" "You're my submissive,and you exist for the sole purpose of my pleasure. I don't tolerate defiance. When I say get on your knees,you get on your knees." "Yes," I replied as I got on my knees,hating how much his commanding tone turned me on. He put his finger under my chin and lifted it so I could look at him. "Yes,what?" "Yes,sir." "Good girl. Now get on the bed and show me that beautiful c*nt. I want to see what it looks like before I destroy it with my c*ck. Tonight,the whole of New York will know you belong to me. I'll not take anything less than you screaming my name,and by the time I'm done with you,you'll feel me between your legs for a week."

Spicy Stories Collection: Alpha's Claim. The content within this collection is intended for mature audiences only (18+). These steamy narratives are bound to ignite your passions swiftly... Layla, the daughter of the Blood Moon pack's alpha, defies her mother's warnings and ventures into the forest during the dangerous mating season.

Where do you think you’re going, huh? You’re mine now, little mouse. Get back in the house!” Vincenzo's voice boomed, sending chills down Victoria’s spine as her world seemed to crumble. Victoria Washington was shattered—betrayed by her boyfriend who dumped her the day before his wedding,to her sister. She was left humiliated, mocked by everyone. But fate had other plans for her. She’s broken, he's lost. She’s full of fear, and he’s the monster. Yet, somehow, he’s her light while he remains the darkness. Vincenzo Dante will stop at nothing to tarnish his family’s name for forcing him into a marriage he never wanted. But what he doesn’t realize is that his new wife is stronger than she seems—too broken to bend under his cruelty. But when love begins to bloom, and secrets start to unfold, what will happen next?

Trying to move on from her traumatic past, Sofia McCommer has joined her family's struggling business in an effort to make a fresh start and show her family her worth. Scorched by life, Adrian T Larsen, the powerful business magnet has become a man no one wanted to cross paths with. With only darkness filled in his dead heart, he doesn't know what kindness is, and has an intense hatred for the word: love. And then comes the game. A game of ignoring the cold-hearted playboy Sofia plays with her friends at a Saturday night club. The rules were simple: Ignore the billionaire, hurt his ego and get out. But little did she know that getting out of the paws of an injured tiger wasn't an easy thing to do. Especially when the infamous businessman, Adrian Larsen's male ego was at stake here. Bound by fate when their paths clash with each other more than Sofia ever expected, when the powerful billionaire barges into her life, sparks and desire start to test her resistance. But she has to push him away and keep her heart locked to keep both of them safe from the dangerous shadows of her past. The dark past that always lurked around. But can she do that when the devil has already set his eyes on her? She has played a game, and now she has to face the consequences. Because when a predator is teased, it's supposed to chase…

"Why me?" she whispered. His hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Because only you make my heart beat again… and I'd rather burn this world than let you go." ****** A King is incomplete without his Queen. Just as Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso is incomplete without his little, innocent girl. Ava Sophie Marcus. Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, a name that made everyone on earth shiver in fear. He's a second God. Vincenzo is a thirty years old ruthless Mafia boss, he's labelled, Death. He kills ruthlessly. He always got what he wants and no one is able to question or stop him. Even the government respects him, the FBI steer clear of him because everyone is under him. What happened when the almighty Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso became attracted to the timid, gentle, and fragile Ava Grace Marcus and will stop at nothing to make her his wife? Will he have his way? The answer is, yes of course. without a fight, I might add. Join Ava on her rollercoaster journey of being the Mafia Don's wife.

Warning 18+ "You want me to f*ck you, I know it" "As much as you don't like me, you are my mate and you can't deny me" I stood up behind her, one hand holding her hip, and leaned down, my breath ragged against her neck, my voice husky. "I'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. You won't feel the pain of correction like you did today... only the pleasure that a little bite of pain can bring." Mated to the cold-hearted Alpha

Fate can be a funny thing. One minute, you are the beloved daughter of a powerful alpha, and the next, you're nothing more than a tool used to join forces with another strong pack. And if you don't go along with what is expected of you, the one who is using you for personal gain will make your life a living hell and destroy anything that is precious to you. Because of this, Denali Ozera finds herself married to the cold and ruthless Rosco Torres, alpha of the Crystal Fang pack and enemy not only to her, but her entire family. But by some weird twist of fate, Rosco isn't what others say he is, and he is even willing to help Denali get back everything that was meant to be hers. Together, Denali and Rosco devise a plan to destroy Denali's father and her stepmother and sister. All Rosco asks for in return is Denali's mind, body, and soul.

Some rules are meant to keep us pure. These stories spread your legs and make you beg to break them. Stepbrothers who shouldn’t touch you, but shove you against the wall and make you scream their name. Protectors who swear to guard your body, only to break every oath as they f*ck you into the mattress. Strangers who taste like sin and don’t stop until you’re ruined. Masked lovers who hide their faces while they spread you open and make you beg. Even supernatural beasts who mark you, breed you, and take you raw until you’re theirs completely. This isn’t sweet romance. It is raw heat that claws, bites, and devours. Dangerous, possessive men you should run from, but instead, you’ll spread wider, sink deeper, and take every filthy drop they give you. Every page is a dare: moan louder, take more, surrender deeper. Because once you give in to the forbidden, you won’t just fall, you’ll beg to be destroyed. Welcome to your new addiction.

"I can't survive without you. Do you understand me? There is no 'king thing' without you—there's not even a me without you." Grayson never thought he'd lose Belle, but after months apart, he's desperate to win back her trust. Now the newly crowned King of the Supernatural, Grayson juggles royal duties while trying to reconnect with his estranged mate. But Belle's wounds run deep, and Grayson's attempts to explain what really happened are met with skepticism and fear. Can Grayson prove his love is genuine and overcome Belle's doubts? Or will the secrets he's still keeping drive an insurmountable wedge between them? With enemies circling and a kingdom to protect, Grayson must find a way to heal Belle's heart or risk losing her—and everything else—forever.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked s*x club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith, the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room, Manhattan's most exclusive masked club, she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”  I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My t*ts come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin. His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.  “D*mn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly.   “A perfect fit for my hands.” ☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎ Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride. Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate. Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire? A pawn in the game… A Bride for a truce…