

I belong to the Alpha King Stepfather
Bosy Elselhdar · Ongoing · 102.6k Words
Introduction
"I.."
Before she could say a word; he pushed he to the bed and started taking off his shirt. "Good because I want to mark you and fuck you... Now."
Her crush turned into her nightmare. Her kidnapper became her savior. Her mother's betrayal sealed her fate.
When college student Lena Adams is humiliated by her crush and then kidnapped to be sold at a supernatural auction, she never expects to be rescued by the most dangerous man in the room—Kieran Volkov, the Alpha King of werewolves.
Months later, when her mother announces her engagement to a mysterious wealthy man, Lena is horrified to discover her soon-to-be stepfather is none other than the werewolf king himself. But when her opportunistic mother steals his gold and flees, Kieran demands Lena take her place as his bride.
Chapter 1
Lena.
The library was always my sanctuary. The place I felt safest—until tonight.
My phone lit up with a text: Almost done studying? Need anything from the store? -Mom
No thanks, heading home soon, I typed back, rubbing my tired eyes.
It was nearly midnight. The college library was practically empty, just a few other night owls scattered among the three floors of the massive building. I'd claimed my usual spot in the far corner of the second floor, hidden behind rows of psychology textbooks that nobody ever seemed to check out.
Midterms were killing me. Six exams in five days, and Organic Chemistry was determined to destroy my perfect GPA. I stretched my arms above my head, my shoulders cracking after being hunched over my notes for the past four hours.
That's when I felt someone watching me.
I glanced up and nearly jumped when I saw Jake Mitchell leaning against the bookshelf, his signature smirk playing on his lips. The campus heartthrob in the flesh, looking at me like I was suddenly visible after three years of existing in his periphery.
"Lena Adams," he said, sliding into the chair across from me. "Always studying."
My heart did that stupid little flutter it had been doing since freshman orientation when I'd first seen him. Jake was everything I wasn't—social, athletic, effortlessly popular. While I was just... Lena. The quiet girl who aced every test and never got invited to parties.
"Midterms," I explained, unnecessarily gesturing to the mountain of notes in front of me.
"You know what they say about all work and no play." His eyes—ridiculously blue under the fluorescent lights—traveled over my face, down to my hands, then back up. I became acutely aware of my messy ponytail, my faded Westlake Community College sweatshirt, the smudged glasses perched on my nose.
"I wouldn't know," I said, trying for witty but landing somewhere closer to awkward. "I'm mostly familiar with all work and more work."
Jake laughed, a warm sound that made my stupid heart flutter again. "That's what I've always noticed about you, Lena. You're too serious."
"You've... noticed me?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.
"Of course." He leaned forward, close enough that I could smell his cologne—something expensive and woodsy. "We've had three classes together. You're the one who wrecks the curve for everyone else."
My cheeks heated. "Sorry about that."
"Don't be. It's impressive." His hand suddenly covered mine on the table. "You know what else I've noticed?"
I stared at his hand on mine, my brain short-circuiting. "What?"
"You're actually pretty cute when you're not hiding behind your books."
The logical part of my brain—the part that got me straight A's and earned me the unofficial title of "smartest girl on campus"—knew this was suspicious. Guys like Jake Mitchell didn't suddenly notice girls like me at midnight in empty libraries. But the part of me that had secretly watched him for three years, that had imagined conversations just like this one, told Logic to shut the hell up.
"Thanks," I managed to say, my voice embarrassingly small.
"So what are you studying that's so important you're here past midnight?" Jake asked, still not moving his hand from mine.
"Organic Chemistry. It's kicking my ass."
"I took that last semester. Got a B-minus." He shrugged like it was nothing. "I could help you, if you want."
Now I knew something was up. Jake Mitchell offering to help me with chemistry? When he barely maintained a C-average in most classes?
"That's okay," I said, gently sliding my hand out from under his. "I think I've got it. I should probably head home anyway. It's late."
"Don't go yet," Jake said, his smile turning softer. "I actually came looking for you."
My heart skipped. "You did?"
"Yeah. My buddy Tyler said he saw you up here. I've been meaning to talk to you."
I glanced around. The library seemed even emptier now. "About what?"
"About how I've wanted to ask you out all semester but never had the nerve."
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "Right. Sure."
Jake's eyebrows furrowed. "You don't believe me?"
"Jake, come on. We've been in the same classes for three years and you've barely said ten words to me before tonight."
"Maybe I was intimidated. You're smart as hell." He stood up, circling around to my side of the table. "And really pretty when you laugh."
I swallowed hard as he leaned against the table right next to me, his leg brushing against my arm. This close, I could see the stubble on his jaw, the flecks of darker blue in his eyes.
"I—I should really get going," I stammered, starting to gather my notes.
"Let me walk you home," Jake offered. "It's not safe for a girl to walk alone this late."
Before I could respond, a voice called from behind the bookshelves. "Yo, Jake! You find her?"
Tyler Reynolds emerged from between the stacks, his ever-present baseball cap on backwards, his phone in hand. My stomach twisted as he spotted me and a slow smile spread across his face.
"Well, look who it is. The campus brainiac herself."
"Hey, Tyler," I said cautiously. Tyler and Jake were inseparable—co-captains of the baseball team, roommates, notorious campus players. I'd heard the rumors about the two of them making bets on girls, comparing conquests.
"What are you doing here so late, Tyler?" I asked, already reaching for my backpack.
"Just keeping Jake company. He's been wanting to talk to you for ages." Tyler's grin widened as he leaned against a bookshelf, holding up his phone. "Don't mind me."
Something cold settled in my stomach. Was he... recording?
"I really need to go," I said, standing abruptly. Jake moved closer, blocking my path.
"Don't be like that, Lena," he said, his voice dropping low. "We're just getting to know each other."
"Move, please," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jake exchanged a look with Tyler, then sighed dramatically. "See, Tyler? Told you she was frigid."
My cheeks burned. "Excuse me?"
"The smart ones always are," Tyler said, still holding his phone up. "But twenty bucks says you can change her mind."
Understanding hit me like a slap. This wasn't about Jake suddenly noticing me. This was about a bet.
"Let me pass," I said, more firmly this time.
Instead of moving, Jake stepped closer, backing me against the wall between two towering bookshelves. "Come on, Lena. Loosen up a little. Let me show you what you've been missing while you've had your nose in those books."
Before I could react, his mouth was on mine, his body pressing me against the wall. It wasn't gentle or romantic—it was invasive, aggressive. His hands gripped my waist, then slid up under my sweatshirt.
I shoved against his chest. "Stop it!"
Jake pulled back slightly, his eyes dark. "Don't be such a prude. I've seen how you look at me in class."
"Let me go," I demanded, my voice shaking.
"Not until I get what I came for," Jake muttered, his hands moving higher under my sweatshirt, reaching for my bra. "Just a little fun, Lena. You might actually enjoy it if you tried."
Panic surged through me. I pushed harder against him. "I said stop!"
Tyler laughed from a few feet away. "Feisty! This is gonna make great footage."
Jake's fingers found the clasp of my bra, fumbling with it as I struggled. "Stop fighting me," he growled. "You know you want this."
"I don't!" Tears sprang to my eyes as his other hand gripped painfully on my hip. "Please, just stop. I'm a virgin, okay? I don't want my first time to be like this!"
Jake froze, then pulled back enough to look at my face. "Seriously? You're a virgin? At twenty-one?"
The way he said it—half-disbelieving, half-mocking—made me want to disappear.
"Yes," I whispered, humiliation burning through me.
For a second, I thought maybe this admission would make him back off. Instead, Jake started laughing.
"Holy shit, Tyler! Did you hear that? Little Miss Brainiac's never been laid!"
Tyler snickered, zooming in with his phone. "Knew it. Pay up, bro. I called it."
Jake turned back to me, his expression cruel now. "No wonder you're such a stuck-up bitch. No one's ever shown you a good time."
I tried to use his momentary distraction to duck under his arm, but he caught me, pushing me back against the wall.
"Where do you think you're going? We're not done here." His hand moved from my waist to my chest, squeezing painfully through my bra. "Jesus, there's nothing here to even grab. Barely a handful."
Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as Jake continued, his voice loud enough for Tyler's recording. "Flat as a board. No wonder you're a virgin."
"Please," I begged, hating how weak I sounded. "Just let me go."
Jake stepped back, but not before hooking his fingers into the neckline of my sweatshirt and yanking hard. I heard the fabric rip, felt cool air on my collarbone.
"Might as well see what we're missing," he said, reaching for my shirt again.
Adrenaline surged through me. I slapped him hard across the face, the sound cracking in the quiet library.
For a second, everyone froze. Then Jake's expression darkened dangerously.
"You shouldn't have done that," he hissed, grabbing my wrist so hard I gasped. With his other hand, he shoved his fingers under my sweatshirt again, this time successfully unclasping my bra with a brutal tug.
I cried out as he yanked, somehow managing to pull my bra out from under my sweatshirt through one of the armholes.
"Look at this kiddie bra," Jake laughed, holding up my plain white cotton bra for Tyler to see. "Not even a real woman's underwear."
Tyler zoomed in on the bra, then on my tear-streaked face. "Trophy time!"
"Give it back," I begged, reaching for my bra, but Jake held it above his head.
"Nah, I think I'll keep this as a souvenir," Jake said. "Something to remember the night I almost fucked the campus virgin."
With a final mocking laugh, he stuffed my bra into his pocket and stepped back. "Come on, Tyler. This frigid bitch isn't worth our time."
They walked away laughing, leaving me trembling against the wall, my torn sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, tears streaming down my face.
I slid to the floor, hugging myself, humiliation and violation washing over me in waves. I couldn't believe what had just happened. The library—my safe place—had become the scene of my worst nightmare.
After a few minutes, I forced myself to stand on shaky legs. I needed to get home. I quickly gathered my scattered notes and shoved them into my backpack, not caring that they were getting crumpled. I zipped my jacket all the way up to hide my torn sweatshirt and the fact that I was now braless underneath.
The night air hit me like a slap as I hurried out of the library. The campus was eerily quiet at this hour, the paths dimly lit by scattered lampposts. I kept my head down, walking as fast as I could, just wanting to get to my apartment and lock the door behind me.
I took a shortcut through the faculty parking lot, deserted this time of night. My mind raced with everything that had just happened, replaying Jake's cruel words, the feeling of his hands on me, the mocking laughter as they walked away with my underwear as a "trophy."
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice the black SUV until it pulled up beside me. I startled, walking faster, but the vehicle kept pace with me.
The window rolled down. A deep voice called out, "Excuse me, miss? Could you help us with directions?"
"Sorry, I can't," I called back without looking, walking even faster now.
The SUV accelerated, cutting me off. The back door flew open, and before I could scream, strong hands grabbed me and yanked me inside.
A cloth covered my mouth and nose. It smelled sweet, chemical.
The last thing I registered was a pair of unnatural silver eyes staring down at me before everything went black.
Last Chapters
#71 71: he should know
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#70 70: I wish he was here
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#69 69: working my ass
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#68 68: Unborn triplets
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#67 67: Appointment
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#66 66: What should I do??
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#65 65: Searching for house
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#64 64: Lost my old apartment
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#63 63: bond suspended
Last Updated: 6/7/2025#62 62: Exile!
Last Updated: 6/7/2025
You Might Like 😍
My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate
Violent Little Thing.
“Angel, you have a filthy fucking mouth”, I whispered low into her ear.
“Luciano…” Finally, an expression on her face. A real one she wasn’t hiding from me. It wasn’t fear though. It was lust. My girl likes this. I pulled her down further so she could feel just how much I was liking it too and the most enchanting gasp came from her mouth while her eyes rolled back for a moment.
————————————————
Do you enjoy a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armour? If so, then this book is not for you. This five foot nothing, FMC, Ariana Salvatore is a ruthless assassin, trained and tortured to be the most deadly weapon. She's got a heart of gold, a filthy mouth and a will to survive. She's on the run from her father's heavy hand and deadly demands. What happens when not one but three powerful mafia men pine for her? Will they be able to share? Will her past catch up to her? And what about her ex fiance? The ruthless, beast of a man her father had arranged for her to marry? This book is a whirlwind of events, violent, spicy and not for the faint hearted.
The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King
"Eyes on me," he growled, voice thick with lust, practically vibrating through me. "I wanna watch you lose it when I make you come."
My climax slammed into me, wild and unstoppable, as he rasped, "That's it, baby."
The next morning, my heart shattered into pieces. There was Scarlett—throwing herself into Jace's arms, her body pressed intimately against his chest, her hands possessively claiming what I thought was mine just hours ago.
Raised by werewolves, human Aria Silverbrook has always lived as an outsider. When her adoptive father flees with her to escape a dangerous Alpha's advances, they find sanctuary with the powerful Moon Shadow Pack. But Aria never expected the overwhelming connection she feels to the pack's mysterious Alpha, Jace Carter—or how his young daughter Aurora instantly claims a piece of her heart.
Jace's royal Primal bloodline makes him exceptional among Alphas, his wolf Phantom towering over others. When Aria enters his territory, something stirs within him. As the Blood Moon approaches, he debates revealing the truth: she is his destined mate who will unlock his full potential.
Near her eighteenth birthday, Aria notices disturbing changes. Her wounds heal unnaturally fast after saving Aurora from a rogue wolf. A strange voice whispers warnings of transformation, while her lifelong wolf-paw birthmark takes on new significance.
Is Aria truly human? What secrets will the Blood Moon reveal? And as she falls deeper for Jace despite jealous pack members threatening their bond, can she embrace a destiny beyond anything she imagined—becoming Luna to a Wolf King?
Omega Bound
Thane Knight is the alpha of the Midnight Pack of the La Plata Mountain Range, the largest wolf shifter pack in the world. He is an alpha by day and hunts the shifter trafficking ring with his group of mercenaries by night. His hunt for vengeance leads to one raid that changes his life.
Tropes:
Touch her and die/Slow burn romance/Fated Mates/Found family twist/Close circle betrayal/Cinnamon roll for only her/Traumatized heroine/Rare wolf/Hidden powers/Knotting/Nesting/Heats/Luna/Attempted assassination
Letting Go
That fateful night leads to Molly and her best friend Tom holding a secret close to their hearts but keeping this secret could also mean destroying any chance of a new future for Molly.
When Tom's oldest brother Christian meets Molly his dislike for her is instant and he puts little effort into hiding it. The problem is he's attracted to her just as much as he dislikes her and staying away from her starts to become a battle, a battle that he's not sure he can win.
When Molly's secret is revealed and she’s forced to face the pain from her past can she find the strength to stay and work through the pain or will she run away from everything she knows including the one man who gives her hope for a happy future? Hope that she never thought she would feel again.
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."
I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.
Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."
New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.
Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates
When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.
But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage.
The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie’s long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back.
Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan.
Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
The Alpha King's Human Mate
“I have waited nine years for you. That’s nearly a decade since I’ve felt this emptiness inside me. Part of me began to wonder if you didn’t exist or you’d already died. And then I found you, right inside my own home.”
He used one of his hands to stroke my cheek and tingles erupted everywhere.
“I’ve spent enough time without you and I will not let anything else keep us apart. Not other wolves, not my drunken father who’s barely holding himself together the past twenty years, not your family – and not even you.”
Clark Bellevue has spent her entire life as the only human in the wolf pack - literally. Eighteen years ago, Clark was the accidental result of a brief affair between one of the most powerful Alphas in the world and a human woman. Despite living with her father and her werewolf half-siblings, Clark has never felt like she really belonged in the werewolf world. But right as Clark plans to leave the werewolf world behind for good, her life gets flipped upside down by her mate: the next Alpha King, Griffin Bardot. Griffin has been waiting years for the chance to meet his mate, and he's not about to let her go anytime soon. It doesn't matter how far Clark tries to run from her destiny or her mate - Griffin intends to keep her, no matter what he has to do or who stands in his way.
Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
"You want me to fuck you, I know it"
"As much as you don't like me, you're my mate and you can't deny it."
He stood up behind me, one hand holding my hip, and leaned down, his breath ragged against my neck, his voice was husky,
"You'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. Only the pleasure that a small bite can bring."
At the age of 15, I was shocked to hear the ruthless Alpha claim that I was his mate.
To make matters worse, he killed my father, who was trying to protect me. At that time, I successfully ran away from him.
However, when I turned 18, I fell into his trap again.
I hated him and wanted revenge, but the moon goddess had a different plan for me.
I was his mate, and we were fated to be together. No matter the circumstances, my body couldn't resist him.
Stuck With My Three Hottie Boss
"Do you want that, buttercup? Do you want us to give your little cunt what it craves?"
"Y…yes, sir." I breathed
Joanna Clover's hard work through university paid off when she got a secretary job offer to her dream company, Dangote Group of Industries. The company is owned by three mafia heirs, they don't only own a joint business, they are also lovers and had been together since their college days.
They are sexually attracted to one another but they share everything together including women and they change them like clothes. They are known as the world's most dangerous playboys.
They want to share her but will she accept the fact that they fuck each other?
Will she be able to navigate business and pleasure?
She has never been touched by a man before let alone three, all at the same time. Will she oblige?
The Luna's Vampire Prince
His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body.
I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive.
When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events.
And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack?
Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village.
But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse.