JoyceOrtsen

WSA 2025
How did it go?" Lily asked the next morning when Ava got to the living room.
"Terribly." Ava replied flatly, dropping into one of the sofas.
Sarah entered almost immediately and sent Ava a teasing and wicked smile.
"Really? That bad? Lucas is really great in matters of the bedroom. Did you do something wrong?"
"Our little new concubine here is a virgin." Sarah announced. Lily gasped and covered her mouth.
"Oh God. That is not the kind of man you want to lose your virginity with," Lily said.
Sarah burst into laughter at Lily's comment.
"It's not funny," Ava scowled.
"Actually it is. Better warm up to the idea because when Alpha Lucas Raventhorn wants to take you, he will in the roughest way possible." Sarah advised.
"You mean like last night? I thought he was going to rip you in half." Ava rolled her eyes.
"I like my men rough."
"Well, I don't." Ava retorted.
"If you are looking for flowers, love, and vanilla sex. You are a concubine to the wrong alpha."
"Ain't that the truth." Ava murmured under her breath

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Ava Wishbone, rejected by her fated mate, used as a political exchange to the monstrous Alpha Lucas Raventhorn, navigate her way as the favourite concubine to the top. As she navigates the waters of her newfound powers and surviving in exile, will she forgive Alpha Lucas for killing her father and sentencing her to death? Or will she be claimed by the notorious blood thirsty alpha king.

Defying the Rogue Alpha

Ava knew the answer before a single word was spoken. It wasn't something anyone had to say out loud, it was written in their eyes, in the way they looked at Dennis. He wasn't the loudest or the fiercest, but he was the most constant. Where Lucas had ruled with fire and ice, Dennis ruled with earth and patience.

Ava's heart squeezed as she glanced at Dennis. He didn't posture like an Alpha. He didn't puff his chest or growl for obedience. And yet, here he was, earning loyalty not through fear, but through love.

Then, one by one, the rogues moved. They dropped to one knee, heads bowed, chests lifted in quiet reverence. Dozens of them, rough and wild as they were, surrendered willingly. Only three people remained standing: Ava, Dennis, and Zoe.

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