The Alpha snarled, his fingers tightened around Theo's neck, his teeth inches away from his throat. "You were supposed to always be by my side. And yet, you betrayed me when I needed you the most, brother," he bit out as Theo gasped, struggling for air. "Now look at you. Begging for my help... weak and pathetic." "Please," Theo pleaded, a shuddering thing pressed up against Kade. Kade growled and sank his teeth into the Beta's neck. _________________________ Ten years ago, a young Beta, Theo Ashborne, made a choice that destroyed everything. He betrayed his best friend, his first love, and his brother in all but blood: Alpha Kade Ashborne. They had promised they would always stand together. Instead, when the Ashbornes discovered that their own son was gay, and stripped Kade of his birthright, and cast him out of the pack, Theo stayed silent. Not even when Kade looked back at him, hurt, betrayed, Theo said nothing. In Kade's absence, Theo inherited what was never meant to be his: the Ashbourne pack, and all the power that comes with being a leader. They were never meant to meet again, but ten years later, Theo's pack is under constant threat. A Beta cannot rule, and enemies are closing in. With his young daughter's life at risk, he's left with only one option. He must beg for help from the man he ruined, who was now the Alpha of the largest pack in North America, and very much unforgiving of Theo's betrayal. WARNING: This is an MxM short DARK erotica story that involves submission, lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers, power imbalance, and many other, possibly disturbing themes. PLEASE do not read if these topics trigger you. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. | First Draft | PART 2/7 A Novelette

What happens when an alpha, beta and gamma are all mated to each other? Well let's just say Shit gets confusing. Follow Josh, Elijah and Evan, when they discover they're mates and all the twists and turns that come with it. This is the re-written version of alpha beta gamma. The old one got taken down with my old account but this book has the same story line but just with a better structure and right time frame.

Cameron is just your regular bouncer. Well as regular as you can get when you work at a BDSM club, and happen to be a submissive yourself. Despite this, Cameron has resolved himself to being alone, no one wants a submissive as large as himself. Then there's Gavin, too busy being ignorant to see what's right in front of him. Looking for the perfect submissive, he never realized he wouldn't have to look any further than the front door.

MacKenzie "Rusty" MacTavish he's a Husky, the Northern Huskies hate the Southern Bears it's just a fact of life. Björn Hvitserkson yeah you guessed it he's a bear, what kind of enemies to lovers would this be if they weren't rivals?

Elijah has spent his whole life hiding his body , working odd jobs, avoiding emotional entanglements, never daring to trust anyone enough to reveal himself fully. Everyone sees the rough exterior: a towering man who works construction jobs and drives an old truck. Nobody sees the shy heart under it. Nobody has ever touched him - really touched him - and loved what they found. Until Dean. Dean moves into town after retiring from Military, setting up a custom furniture business. He's instantly drawn to Eli not because Eli tries to impress him, but because of the way Eli looks away every time Dean looks at him like he sees him.

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was amplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be a standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead-looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.