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Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

She was raised to obey. Trained to kneel. But the fire in her blood was never meant to be caged. Charis Greye was supposed to seal an alliance, but instead, she bit the Alpha King's son and might have started a war. Daughter of the infamous Alpha Silas Greye, Charis always thought she had a bright future. But when that future came with blood, bruises, and a cage called duty, she did the unthinkable: she ran. Now, under a forged name with her hair cropped to her chin, she's no longer Charis – she's Eamon Riggs, a quiet boy from a small pack at Ravenshore Academy, the only place beyond her father's influence. But the shadows of her past won't stay buried. When a ruthless strategist with piercing eyes starts circling too close to her secrets, a seductive playboy with a darkness of his own awakens her wolf's forbidden desires. Her vengeful ex-mate—the one who should be dead—returns, thirsting for revenge, and Charis's carefully constructed lies begin to crack. As "Eamon" climbs the ranks, Charis must protect her identity and control the power awakening inside her—a power that could topple dynasties or kill her. In a world where alliances shift like shadows and enemies wear friendly faces, Charis must decide: keep hiding and survive, or reveal her truth and burn it all down. At Ravenshore Academy, the deadliest game isn't about learning how to lead... It's surviving long enough to matter. And no one said the strongest survive –it's about outlasting the monsters who already are.
Ejiofor_Dorcas · 11.5k Views

The Mafia Couple

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.
Rayne_Rue · 86.1k Views