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Alpha Vincent.

The priest smiles, almost warmly. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." My palms are damp, and he knows it—he hasn't let go of my hand. My heart spikes as he leans down toward me, lips close enough that I feel the heat of his breath. I brace myself for the inevitable kiss, but instead, he tilts just slightly, his mouth brushing my cheek instead. His whisper is meant for me alone. "You might be pretty, but you are not the type of woman I'd ever love to kiss." he murmurs, his tone smooth as silk, sharp as a blade. The sting is immediate, sharp enough to lodge in my chest. I had thought—naively—that recognizing him, remembering his small act of unexpected kindness three days ago, meant something. That maybe this wouldn't be a prison, but a chance. Maybe, just maybe, this could work. But maybe I had been a fool. He leans back, angelic smile gracing his lips, as though he has just sealed his vows with a kiss. To the guests, it looks perfect. To me, it feels like a warning. Why would he say that to me? Why is he even marrying me?! After our marriage has been officially sealed on paper, we walk down the aisle as a couple now. The guests rise to their feet, watching us with eyes that weigh and measure, as though I am an offering laid at the Alpha's feet. Unlike human weddings, werewolf unions are never followed by grand feasts or lingering celebrations. Once vows are spoken, the couple is left alone—to bond, to mark, to claim. But there will be nothing to claim here. Nothing to celebrate. Not in this farce of a marriage. We are not even mates. And while he is Alpha of the largest and most powerful pack_ I am nothing more than the daughter of a family with no leadership, no real standing in our own pack. My presence at his side is not respect, but mockery. I force a smile, looping my hand gently around his arm as we walk past the rows of watching faces. Yet beneath the veil of music and soft clapping, whispers thread through the air, sharp and merciless. "Such a waste of power… the Alpha deserved better." "Look at her—pretty face, but no wolf. She'll never stand at his side in battle." "She's fragile. How can a Luna lead when she can't even shift?" The words slice deeper than they should. I have heard them endlessly before, but today, on the day I am bound to a man I barely know, they strike like claws across my heart. To them, I am unworthy—not fit to walk beside an Alpha, not strong enough to bear his weight, not wolf enough to be his mate.
solticeAura · 1k Views

Help! All the Male Leads are Obsessed with Me! (BL)

Omegaverse## Kaelith thought his life was over when his machine blinked its last light, his step-sister’s novel still in his hands. Dying while reading a love story: wasn’t that just cruel irony? He never even had the chance to experience love himself. But death wasn’t the end—it was a reset. When Kael opened his eyes, he wasn’t in a hospital or some afterlife. He was inside the world of very book he had just finished, a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas were expected to submit, and vampires lurked in the shadows of power. And him? He was a nobody. A character that wasn’t meant to exist. But worse than that, he was an Omega, born into a prestigious Alpha family that saw his existence as a stain. Hidden from the world by a father who refused to acknowledge him, protected only by a mother’s desperate pleas. Yet, unlike the character in the novel who lived in quiet submission, Kael refused to let this new life be another cage. He wanted to live. To experience everything he never could. So he went to college. He went to parties. He kissed a stranger at a club. That was his first mistake. Because that stranger? Leonhardt. A ruthless Alpha who never cared for Omegas until Kael’s scent shattered his world. Then came Veyron. The Chaos Bringer. And lastly, Cauis. The sanctuary. A Beta who saw Kael for who he was, but loved him with conditions, and refused to let him go. Kael only wanted to have fun. To finally live. Instead, he found himself at the center of a dangerous game where love, obsession, and power blurred into one. And the scariest part? He didn’t know if he wanted to escape or to fall even deeper. — An Alpha. A Vampire. A Beta. Who would he choose? Would it be Leonhardt, the possessive Alpha who refuses to let him go? Veyron, the enigmatic vampire who tempts him with both danger and pleasure? Or Cauis, the only one who offers him a love with conditions? One heart. Three paths. Which one will he follow? ##Note that it's just the world of the book he entered, so the plot won't follow especially when they are two different characters. He's now a main character in this world, more like writing his own storyline.
Unique_Ideas_ · 261k Views

Bite Me, Alpha (BL)

To survive in the world ruled by alphas, Riven chose to live as a beta. Riven is an omega, but fearing how the world works for them, he decides to live as a beta. Fate has different plans for him, and Riven’s family ends up in huge debt. To pay them off, he becomes a slave for an alpha family for fourteen years. But the Alpha family tricked him into serving them his entire lifetime. In a desperate attempt to get his freedom, Riven ends up poisoning the entire family and runs away, only to encounter the world’s most dangerous and darkest Alpha, Azerin Noctaire. Azerin Noctaire, the Dark Alpha Lord, lives in isolation in a territory hardly anyone knows. Born because of an affair, he was forced to flee the palace at a young age with his mother because of the Luna Queen. People know him as the second name of death. Whoever is involved with him is destined to get their doom. However, when Riven and his path crosses, he never has imagined he will become obsessed with this omega, hidden in the identity of a beta. Instead of killing him, Azerin chooses to keep Riven alive, thinking he is another pawn sent by his stepmother to end him. But why does Riven keep pushing his button to the extent Azerin wants to bite him and mark his territory on him? ••••• “You are mine now and you can’t leave my place even if you want to,” Azerin declared, pulling Riven close by holding his neck. “You've not marked me. So, I'm not yours,” Riven stated. “Says the one who was begging me yesterday to rail him,” Azerin smirked.
The_BL_World · 246 Views

Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

Suddenly, the door burst open, flying a meter away from its position. A figure stood at the center of the doorway, his chest heaved heavily. His sharp claws glistened in the dim light. His raven black hair was ruffled, and his eyes were silvery grey. “Master…” I muttered, a small smile curved on my lips. ‘He came at last.’ The temperature dropped as his overbearing aura crept into every corner of the room. Damon didn’t charge or growl. He just walked forward slowly, calmly, as if he had all the time in the world. But something about him felt like the calm before a storm. “Close your eyes,” he said. His voice was so calm, as if everything was alright. Then came a sharp, horrifying sound like thick fabric tearing. A blood-chilling cry followed. “STOP! PLEASE! I didn’t touch her… I was wrong… please…!” Erik wailed. But another snap came, followed by a heavy thud against the ground.  “Touch what belongs to me…” Damon murmured. His voice was low, steady, and terrifying. “…And this is what you get.” A long silence followed. Then, slow footsteps echoed. “You’re safe now,” he said. He covered my body with his jacket and carried me out. The candle behind us flickered once more, casting one last glow on Erik’s bloodied remains… before it went out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent woman she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.
Missnormal · 324.1k Views