She wore white for her wedding.
He stained it with blood.

Alpha Leandro stormed the altar like a god of war—savage, merciless, and achingly beautiful in the most terrifying way. He tore her mate apart with his bare hands…
Then pinned her down, blood on his fingers, and growled against her lips: "You're mine now."

She ran with nothing but her rage, her scent, and her brother’s corpse. Now, hidden inside an all-male Alpha academy, she binds her chest, lowers her voice, and becomes Kaelen—just another brooding, silent “boy” among killers.

But Alphas? They can smell a lie, especially when it’s wrapped in soft curves and forbidden heat.

Liam is firelight and devotion—he touches like he’s worshipping sin.
Varian is dangerous in human skin—he glares like he owns your soul.
Both swear she’s theirs. Neither knows she’s a girl.
And when her heat hits, they go feral for the scent she can’t hide anymore.

But the devil always comes back.

Leandro finds her. Chains her wrists.
Marks her throat with his teeth.
And whispers dark promises into her skin that make her knees tremble.

"Fight me. Hate me. Run from me.
I’ll still fuck you like you were made for me."

Now, she must choose:

Give in to the Alpha who ruined her life but makes her body ache with need—
Or light the match and burn every last one of them to the ground.



Collared by the Ruthless Alpha

Chapter#45

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Selene’s POV
We’d been waiting for the rogue attack for two days. Our plan was ready, and we were all at high alert. They could attack Emberclaw City at any time.
Every second stretched longer than the last. I paced the western rampart as my boots grinded against jagged stone. My night duty was ...

Selene’s POV﻿

We’d been waiting for the rogue attack for two days. Our plan was ready, and we were all at high alert. They could attack Emberclaw City at any time. 

Every second stretched longer than the last. I paced the western rampart as my boots grinded against jagged stone. My night duty was ...

Chapter#39