I will recognize the man who murdered my family anywhere.
A mask.
Green eyes.
And a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist.
Six years later, while working at a BDSM club to pay my comatose brother’s hospital bills, I come face to face with a man carrying the exact same mark.
Certain he is the monster who destroyed my life, I accept his offer to clear all my debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for two months. To me, it is the perfect chance to get close enough to drive a blade through his heart.
But things don’t go as planned.
Instead of hatred, I begin to fall in love with the masked man.
And the game changes when I land a second job as the personal secretary to the Alpha King. The moment I meet him, my world tilts. He looks exactly like the masked man from the club—the same face structure, the same presence.
The only differences? His eyes and hair are a different shade… and there is no tattoo on his wrist.
How could two men look so alike?
Believing he is a completely different man, I begin to fall for him too.
What I don’t know is that
the masked man I want to kill,
the masked man I love,
and the Alpha King I am falling for
are all the same man.
PS: This book has a high rate of sex, specifically dominant and submissive displays.
PS: Two chapters are updated daily.

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This book is Book Two of Desired by Three Alphas; Fated to One.
However, it can still be read as a standalone, so new readers can enjoy this story without reading the first book.

I stared at him, my heart sinking straight into my stomach.


Was that really how little he thought of me?


​I stood up abruptly, the oversized silk of his suit jacket sliding off one of my shoulders. I didn't care that I was half-undressed or that my hair was a mess from his fingers. The humiliation I felt now was far worse than being carried through a restaurant.


​"A mistress?" I spat, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. "You want to keep me hidden in the shadows? Use me whenever you feel like having sex and then pretend I don't exist when you have to play the Great King?"


​Oliver's expression shifted, his jaw tightening as he looked up at me from the couch. "Aurora, you don't understand the pressure—"


​"I understand perfectly!" I snapped, pacing in front of him. "You're offering me the same thing Raymond did, just with a different name. You want to buy my life. You want to own me without ever truly choosing me."


Chapter 65 - Little Of Me