These Babies Are Not Yours, Alpha Axton
Cinder Pack? A depraved and atrocious place to be.
And for ‘one of those’, a term used to describe the abandoned children on the streets, it’s nothing short of a nightmare.
Lesser than crippled dogs and only slightly above rogues for being born within the pack, they survive on scraps, always covered in dirt and ignored by society.
But Aurelia Night is different.
Eighteen years on the street. No wolf. A pale skin. A strange set of eyes which sends shivers down the spines of everyone she comes across.
She’s considered weak by everyone, yet feared for reasons no one can explain. But none of that bothers her because she has her best friend by her side.
Until one night, she overhears a conversation she shouldn’t have… and is shoved off a cliff by the very friend she trusted most.
But… she wakes up six months later. No name. No memory. Just two boys growing inside her.
Seven years later, she returns to Cinder Pack.
Her mission? Kill Axton Wolfe.
The pack’s twisted and ruthless Alpha. A man who finds delight in bloodshed and has no patience for weakness.
Unaware of her true identity, Axton is baffled when he finds himself drawn to the seemingly timid maid in his residence, a woman who should repulse him.
The more he tells himself not to crave her, the harder he does and the more he does, the more she recoils away.
That is… until she notices the resemblance between him and her sons.
But one thing is certain.
When kiss comes to shove and she must sink a knife into his heart, she won’t hesitate.
…
Lifting her chin with a single finger, he pressed the hard length of his arousal against her thigh, his voice low and lethal.
“Every time I look at you, something inside me burns. And yet…” His jaw ticked. “You let other men touch you. Do you have any idea what that does to a man like me?”
Forcing down the disgust swelling inside her, she exhaled sharply.
“My lord, women in Cinder Pack, unless marked by a mate or sold, can let any man touch them.”
He slowly brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, a sneer escaping his lungs.
“You live in my territory, breathe my air, and serve under my roof. Every man who looks at you risks losing his eyes. Every man who touches you signs his death sentence. And you?”
“You may forget my face, my name, even your own, but your body will always remember who it aches for. That you were never anyone else’s to begin with. That you’re mine!”
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Author’s note;
There will be quite a number of grim things.
Male lead is more than morally grey, twisted, obsessive and possessive.
Female lead is tough, thinks on her feet, can stand up for herself, but has no wolf… so a damsel in distress.
Enemies to Lovers? Definitely.
Smut? Well, male lead is OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE!
(I don’t know how long this novel will be, but definitely over 300 chapters.)
With that said, welcome to Aurelia Night and Axton Wolfe’s tortured love story.
