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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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She can run, but we'll always hunt her down.

Our pet has been stripped, spanked, and ravaged in her own bed, carried off bound and helpless for further use, and made to come so hard she screams in front of a room full of crime lords.

Each of us has had our turn to make the girl who got our brother killed pay for her sins.

But after tonight Ella will truly be ours forever.

Because tonight we share her for the first time.

Publisher's Stalkers is a standalone romance that includes spankings, rough, intense sexual scenes, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book

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PROLOGUE

Our captive lies before us, a pretty little thing with a face so innocent you wouldn’t believe what she is capable of. That face swims with a combination of guilt, fear, and lust. Is there anything more intoxicating than a pretty girl who knows she deserves to be punished? Who craves it as much as she fears it?

Once upon a time, we thought she was just a girl, a sweet young thing too curious for her own good.

Now I am obsessed with her.

And I’m not the only one.

My brothers are also feasting their eyes on her body, and I know each of them wants her as much as I do. Lustful tension is thick in the air, vengeance and desire making for a heady combination.

“Please let me go,” she whimpers.

“You are beautiful when you beg,” Aiden says. “But you don’t really want to go. What would you go to? Back to a world where you are used by the worst of the worst? Back to being treated like a disposable commodity or worse, a normal girl? No, my dear. We intend to keep you for our own, use you as we see fit, and ensure you atone entirely. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“But this is… you’re going to hurt me.”

“We are going to exact a price for your sins, and yes, it will be painful at times,” he says, elegant as ever. “But you like pain, don’t you? If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“I don’t know what you think I did…”

“Shhh,” he drawls. “The time for arguing is over. The time for amends is beginning…”

“But…”

Thwack!

She lets out a wail as his crop makes sharp, swift contact with her mound. Her face and chest flush with arousal she would deny if only her body wasn’t displaying it in full glory.

“As I said,” Aiden says. “The time for arguing is over. Spread your legs for me. It is time you showed contrition through surrender.”

She hesitates before parting her legs a fraction of an inch.

“More,” Aiden says patiently.

She whimpers and spreads them a little wider still. She knows what is coming. We all do.

“No,” she whines, reaching down with a tentative hand to cover herself.

“Move your hand,” Aiden says with deceptive gentleness.

She keeps it there.

He lifts a brow at her, demanding her obedience through sheer force of will.

She shifts her hand. Smart girl. But it’s too late.

The crop comes back with a hard stroke that catches her directly above her sensitive little bud. Aiden is nothing if not precise.

Her yowl hits a register only cats can hear.

“I told you,” he says. “Do not cover yourself. You are not for yourself anymore. You are for us.”

She whimpers softly, and I almost feel sorry for her.

Then I remember what she did.

What she took from us.

And how she will never, ever be able to give it back.

CHAPTER 1

Leo

No good love story starts with a funeral. But a dark one does.

My brothers and I watch grimly as our youngest brother is prepared to be lowered into the ground. It’s a cold fall day, and leaves are blowing their way into the maw in the earth, dancing over his coffin with the indifference nature likes to display to all tragedies.

It rained overnight, and again this morning. The area around the grave shimmers with gray puddles reflecting the dismal sky.

I have flashes of memory of stamping in puddles like the ones around the grave when we were small. Teddy loved it the most. I can hear his laugh, innocent and small. It is hard to believe that so many years have passed and now we are all grown. There is little innocence left in any of us now. We are adults, and the best of us has been taken too soon.

“Dearly beloved…”

The priest endeavors to start a small graveside service. It is ill-fated indeed.

“Don’t.”

Luke cuts him off with one rough word. Luke is built like a pit bull, all muscle and rage. He’s never been angrier than he is today. I wonder if he’s taken something to wear the edge off. He’s supposed to be sober. Then again, Theodore is supposed to be alive, so I suppose we’re all letting one another down in various ways.

The priest looks at him in surprise.

“Don’t give us that funeral bullshit,” Luke says. “It doesn’t belong to us. We’re not that kind of people. Just say he’s dead and put him in the fucking ground.”

The priest looks at Aiden for confirmation. People do that. He is the eldest of us, and he has a natural demeanor of authority.

Aiden nods. None of us are much for pretty words, and even less for ceremony. Luke is blunt, but right. Theodore is gone, and no amount of pretty morbid words and religious pageantry is going to bring him back, or assuage our grief. Funerals are supposed to be for the living, but we will deal with this loss in our own way. On this day, we are here because you have to put the body in the ground sooner rather than later.

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Viking Captive – A Dark Sci-Fi Romance Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/viking-captive-a-dark-sci-fi-romance-read-online-loki-renard Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:33:28 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/viking-captive-a-dark-sci-fi-romance-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Advertisement

Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)

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First I was taken captive. Then I was taken as theirs.

Being claimed as a mate by two ruthlessly sexy Vikings isn’t what I expected when I stowed away on a ship leaving Earth, but as the first of these brutes finishes with me and the second steps up to ravage me even more shamefully, I know they are doing more than just putting on a show for a cheering crowd.
They are making it clear to everyone watching that I’m theirs now.
But as I come over and over again for these barbarians who’ve already belted and bred me, it isn’t the audience witnessing every savage thrust and screaming climax that’s on my mind.
It’s how completely I belong to them now.

Publisher’s Note: Viking Captive is a standalone romance. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t read this book

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CHAPTER 1

Iam running for my life, my feet clad in boots covered in mud and much worse things. My pants are threatening to slide down over my ass in what amounts to the worst clothing betrayal I can imagine in this moment. Pieces of wreckage act as obstacles I have to leap over like a goat. I give silent thanks to my previous misadventures for making me agile, because tripping right now would not only make me like the heroine of every single bad horror movie I have ever watched, it would be deeply embarrassing.

“Get around her on the left!”

“Cut her off!”

“Can’t you just lunge and grab her?”

“You fucking lunge and grab her!”

I hear a heavy sound behind me as someone lunges and fails to grab me. There’s no time to laugh, though a slight ‘ha ha’ escapes my lips between gasps for breath.

“She’ll tire soon enough. Keep her moving.”

That voice isn’t panicked, or consumed with the lust of the hunt. That voice is deep, calm, and completely in control. That’s the voice that scares me, more than any of the others that surround me in a cacophony of male prey drive.

This isn’t fair. If there were any goodness or chivalry in them at all, they should be my rescuers. They should be helping me. But there is no kindness in this wicked clan of men. The Vikar do not value mercy. I do not think they have a word for it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone moving faster than I can, legs pumping at a speed that puts mine to shame. He has a longer stride, and I am already tired from trying to survive after getting through something that should have already killed me.

He keeps pace with me, this man with dark hair and scintillating blue eyes that catch the sky and reflect it back at me. I keep running, but my legs are tiring, my lungs are fatiguing, and I start to realize why the heroine falls down in horror movies. It’s because that is what happens when your body runs out of steam. You don’t lift your feet as high as you should and they catch on a tree root, a bit of uneven ground, or in my case, a rock.

It sends me tumbling head first onto the ground. I do a complete revolution, head over heels, before coming to a dizzy halt.

I am captive.

By the gods, I am going to be taken.

A rough, bloodied hand takes hold of my throat. I am dragged up from the ground, barely able to breathe. Both of my hands scramble at the one that has me by the neck, but they are ineffective.

Those shining blue eyes rimmed with dark lashes and filled with malefic intent gleam down at me.

“You gave us a good chase, but it’s over now,” he says. “So stop running, and stop fighting, unless you want to be hobbled and chained. You’re going to be roped one way or another, but we can keep that for the bedroom if you decide to be a good girl.”

I never thought I would encounter a real life Vikar warrior. These men are not like the ones I am accustomed to at home. Our men are heroic, stoic, and brave. They build and they protect. These creatures are entirely different beasts. They are raiders and warriors, brutal creatures with no conception of a conscience.

This man who has me is my moral and mortal enemy.

His underlings and subordinates surround us like slavering dogs hoping to be thrown a piece of the catch. Even if I were to somehow wriggle out of his grasp, I would immediately be set upon by vicious men.

I have been struggling to survive for days now. I am weak. I am hungry. Not for lack of food, I found plenty of that in the wreckage, but just because running really works up an appetite. Being hunted mercilessly takes its toll on a woman, but I still have fire in me. I kick out at my captor, a tall man with his raven hair in a braid, and a dark beard clipped relatively close to his chin. He is handsome in the way cruel men are handsome, with sharp, hunter-type features.

He stares down at me with icy eyes and my body reacts as though I am under a predator’s gaze. I want to tell him I never liked blue eyes on a man. There’s too much cold in them. There’s nothing resembling goodness in his. Just triumph. He thinks he’s caught his prey.

I keep both my hands on his one big paw and try to pry his fingers away. It doesn’t work at first, because he’s strong. He tightens his grip, and for a second I can’t breathe. I grab at him again, but this time I grab his little finger and yank as hard as I can. That works.

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Their Human Pet Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/their-human-pet-read-online-loki-renard Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:47 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/their-human-pet-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Advertisement

Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)

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First she'll be punished. Then she'll be bred.

If she hadn't been such a disobedient pet so many times since we rescued and claimed her, we might have believed our little human when she insisted she didn't run away from us this time.

But defiant or not, she was soaking wet even before we stripped her bare and spanked her ass, and no matter how hard she fights she'll still take each of us in turn and then all of us at once.

Because tame or not, we're going to breed her.

Publisher's Their Human Pet is a standalone romance. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

“You know you are owned, don’t you. There is no escape.”

I have the sense of being small. But not young. The figures surrounding me make me seem diminutive in comparison because they are impossibly large. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who they are. But I know that they want me. Every bit of me. I can feel their possessive energy focused on me.

Someone grabs a thick handful of my hair and holds me in place. I feel a harsh slap across my ass.

“Naughty pet,” a deep voice intones. “Such a naughty little human mate. What are we going to do with you?”

This is a dream. I know it is because real life couldn’t possibly be this hot. Real life is straws you have to drink from quickly before they go soggy in a soy protein shake, and letters from the building manager about the hours you’re keeping, and an itch on the bottom of your foot that never seems to have any reason to be there. Real life is a series of tasks that stay the same day after day. What’s happening to me now is un-fucking-real in every way.

A massive, scaled hand wraps lightly around my throat, and holds me firmly while another big red hand slides down my stomach, making for the apex of my thighs. My legs spread instinctively. In this dream, I know I am supposed to give myself to them.

“Filthy little animal…”

“Good girl…”

Two strange voices mesh with one another.

I catch little flashes of alien masters… there are scales… a horn… a battleax. Nothing is entirely clear because my brain won’t render the whole scene at once. It’s putting all its effort into the way my hips are grinding against the hand between my legs, the thick finger pushing into my molten interior.

“So wet for us,” the voice comes again. “Such a hungry, desperate little pet.”

I try to move, try to grind my hips down. I want satisfaction. I am so desperately aroused I know the only way out of this is to find release.

A face swims into view. The alien beast has the appearance and bearing of a wild god. Golden hair flows from his head in a brilliant mane. He has bright stellar blue eyes, and the hard, symmetrical features of a creature chiseled from stone. He is hard… in every way.

My eyes run down the length of his body.

“Down, girl,” he says, pressing me down on my knees. The hands help him put me where he wants me. I am not given a choice. Between the three big alien entities, I am as helpless as the animal they call me. I am like a rabbit in a snare, caught so completely all I can do is stare wide-eyed as a collar is latched closed around my throat and the wildness is stolen from me in that universal act of domination and domestication.

“She’s waking up, I think. Her pulse just spiked.”

A voice that doesn’t belong to this place or these creatures breaks through the dream. A shaft of light pierces the sacred darkness we have been trysting in.

“No!” I whine, feeling as though I am about to lose something I will never be able to get back. The sexy fear of being kidnapped by aliens is replaced by a very raw fear of something much worse, of being cut off…

But the light is getting brighter, and the dream is fading, and no amount of holding onto it can stop the rising of my consciousness.

“We’re coming for you.”

That’s the last thing I hear before I wake up.

I open my eyes.

I have the warm, cozy feeling of emerging from a long sleep and a very satisfying dream. It is gone instantly, the way the best dreams are, but I feel the chemical remnants of it.

There’s a bird singing out the window. White curtains flutter in the wind. A kindly man wearing a white coat and stethoscope is looking down at me with an air of gentle expectation. He has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and salt-and-pepper hair, and a vibe of being very dependable, reliable, and safe.

“You’re awake,” he says.

I forgive the obvious statement, because he seems nice, and because I feel so good. Sometimes it feels like I can never get enough sleep, like the long, restorative rests of childhood were also some dream I’ll never get back. But this feels amazing, like I’ve been asleep for a very long time. Or like I’ve had the best nap ever and woken up without being groggy. I’m so rested.

This must be what people mean when they say women are supposed to get ten hours of sleep a night. I feel like I’ve slept a decade. Or a century. I feel like Sleeping Beauty. I want to burrow back into the pillow, close my eyes, and find the dream again. It was good, I think.

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Only Mine – A Dark Stalker Romance Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/only-mine-a-dark-stalker-romance-read-online-loki-renard Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:56 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/only-mine-a-dark-stalker-romance-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Drama, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Loki Renard Advertisement

Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)

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By the time I knew his name, I belonged to him already.

At work, I could feel him watching me. As I walked home, I knew I was being hunted.

But as I climbed into bed, I didn’t expect to be awakened by my mysterious stalker’s hands roaming over my body, his fingers sliding beneath my pajamas to find me soaking w*t even as his sinfully sexy voice whispered in my ear all the filthy things he was going to do to me tonight.
He tore off what little I had on and r@vaged me bruta!ly, claiming and breeding me like a feral beast as I bucked and writhed and came so hard I nearly blacked out… and then he was gone.
But we both know he’s not done with me.

Publisher’s Note: Only Mine is a standalone romance that includes spankings, rough, intense sexual scenes, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t read this book

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CHAPTER 1

Laura

“Miss Brown, are you paying attention?”

The question is asked in front of a hundred other students, all of whom are now looking at me. I’ve always been the shy, quiet, studious type. Not the sort of girl who draws scrutiny.

“Yessir,” I blush. “Of course.”

He has no idea how much attention I’m paying.

Doctor Rollins is the sexiest professor in Coyote Pass College, which most people wouldn’t say is saying much. It’s a small community college in a small city in California. Most people have never heard of the place. But everybody has heard of Sam Rollins.

He’s thirty-eight years old, a Scorpio with Leo rising. He’s written three books and he’s been on dozens and dozens of TV shows. He works for the FBI as a forensic psychology consultant. And he’s hot. He’s tall, and his dark hair is cut really well in swoops and fades.

I had a dream about him last night, a dream that’s making me distracted. One that kept me from paying attention to whatever question he picked me out to answer.

The dream started out just like this. We were in the lecture hall, except it was empty besides me and him. In the dream, he was trying to teach me something I couldn’t seem to grasp. Something about the dark triad of personalities. I ended up bent over the podium with pages falling all over the place like snowflakes in a snowstorm. It was filthy. It was primal.

He moves on with the lecture. It was embarrassing to be called out, but I figure nobody is going to remember that ten minutes from now. The real problem isn’t drifting off in class. It’s the fact that I have to ask him about my most recent assignment, and now I have to do it while he thinks I’m messing around and not listening to him.

As class ends, I am so nervous I feel like I might be sick. I keep glancing down at the paper I worked really hard on, thinking that it has to be a mistake. There’s no way this is really my grade.

This assignment is worth thirty percent of my grade, and right now it has a big, fat C on it. I’ve never approached a professor before to ask for an amendment, but I know it deserves a lot more than a C. I was hoping for an A. Maybe an A+. Right now, I would settle for a B.

I have to catch him before he leaves, but after the initial onslaught of questions that inevitably follow every class. I hang back behind the small gaggle of students, waiting until they’re all attended to.

He is putting his laptop into his briefcase as I approach, paper in hand.

“Yes, Miss…”

“Brown. Laura Brown,” I say. “I’m in your class.”

I immediately wish I hadn’t said that last part. He knows I am in his class. I’m currently in his class, after all. He just graded my paper barely above a failing grade. I wonder if he remembers that, or if what I’m going to ask is just going to come across really fucking entitled. I hope it doesn’t. I’m not spoiled. Not in any way.

His lips quirk into a smirk as he catches what I just said. I am making a fool of myself and I’ve barely opened my mouth.

Dr. Rollins has always made me nervous, ever since the first class he taught. Up close, he’s devilishly attractive in the way very few men ever really are. He’s got good, strong features and an energy to match. Superficially, he has thick dark hair that he runs his hand through when he’s stressed by some undergrad’s misunderstandings. He’s running his hand through his hair now as I push my paper across the desk toward him.

“Um, I think you might have made a mistake,” I say, stammering the words. I can barely believe I’m saying them. I glance at him to see if I have made him angry with that comment.

He’s old enough to be my father, but every time I make eye contact with him, which isn’t often, I feel a zap of electricity run through me. I feel like I am in trouble for some reason. Maybe it’s his stern demeanor. Maybe it’s his taciturn expression. Did I mention he has a very, very handsome face? It’s old fashioned, in a way, like the movie stars in the golden age of Hollywood.

I am lucky to be breathing the same air he breathes, let alone talking to him.

Doctor Samuel Rollins is one of the most respected psychologists in the country. He has a private practice that nobody can get into. Some people say he caters exclusively to a celebrity clientele. We’re lucky that he moonlights at the Coyote Pass College as a kind of favor to people who don’t have the money to pay for an Ivy League university. Dr. Rollins is someone we’re all grateful for, and that’s partly why I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

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Brutally Mated (Shared Mates #3) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/brutally-mated-shared-mates-3-read-online-loki-renard Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:11:40 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/brutally-mated-shared-mates-3-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Series: Shared Mates Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 76
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They're not just going to breed me. They're going to make me beg for it first.

Flushed and panting from the chase, helpless arousal already dripping down my thighs, I know what comes next now that these savage wolf shifters have hunted me down and caught me.

They're going to tear my clothes off and claim me as their mate.

But as I'm made to take a second knot before my virgin body has even learned to take the first, spanked ass clenching as I buck and writhe, the truth hits me just as another brutal climax does.

I'm going to come this wildly, desperately hard for them every time they breed me.

Publisher's Brutally Mated is the third book in the Shared Mates series but can be read as a standalone. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Tabby

“She’s a bit young for this, isn’t she?”

My head is tugged roughly to the side as a comb is pulled through wet tangles. I’ve been forced to take a bath, and I am not happy about it. The water was cold and the herbs they insisted on using made me feel like I was being marinated for the fire.

My father’s wives are arguing over my head. Talisa and Maidi are favored by my father at the moment, hence why he would have ordered them to hunt me down and drag me back to the den for this forced pampering.

“Who else are we going to give them?” Talisa asks. “There’s no other maidens. They’ll want a virgin. They always want a virgin.”

“She’s not even a proper hunter. Wraiths don’t count. What kind of wolf wants a mate who can’t hunt? She hasn’t taken her first true blood yet,” Maidi replies.

“Sure, but she’ll bleed tonight,” she says. They both laugh.

I don’t smile. I sit and I wait for the preparations to be done. There’s a cool wind whistling up through the mountains. The moon is waxing, but far from full. She’ll be a sliver of a guide in the dark tonight.

I’ll do my duty, like all my father’s daughters must. I hope it is not too painful, or too humiliating. I hope it is over quickly.

The wolf-women readying me for a night of breeding have pulled out the nicest things they can find for me. For the first time in quite some time, I am wearing a very nice dress. It might have been my mother’s once. Hard to say. When she died, everything pretty she had was taken by the other wives. They left her books to me, seeing little use for them.

This is the first time this much attention has been paid to me. I am the daughter of the alpha, but not eldest. Or youngest. I am the thirteenth daughter, and I have spent all my life in the wildest and most haunted land in the world.

Tonight I am to be given as a breeding sacrifice to a warrior from another pack who has come to do battle with the vampire threat in return for a mate. That’s what he believes, anyway. That is what my father will tell him when he arrives and is decorated and fed and given my body to use as he pleases. He will believe himself to be the savior of us all.

Once the ceremony is over, he and I will go out into the night, set up camp, and there I will be bred. He will be killed by what stalks the dark mountains, and I will return to the pack with a belly full of seed and fresh blood for our bloodline.

This is how my father chooses to maintain his territory. Other males are not allowed to live with us. He tells them that we are at war with a dark horde, and that he will give them his daughters in return for their expertise. The wolf-men who come here are not good. They are rough, brutal creatures excited by the prospect of dealing death to new creatures. They hear the chance to mate a female who has no choice but to allow them to knot inside her, and they accept it eagerly.

They do not understand the danger they are in. They come decorated from other battles, bloodied from previous fights. They think they know what they are to face, but they never survive long. The mountain is full of monsters. This is a place of predators. There is nothing here that is not at risk of being consumed.

“How are we supposed to make her look presentable with her skin so speckled and her hair so ruddy?” Talisa frowns at my hair and tries to curl it up against my head, as if that might stop it from being a bright red beacon. My hair has always been a standout among the pack. Most of us have bright blonde hair and blue eyes.

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Bred Mate (Stalked Mates #2) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/bred-mate-stalked-mates-2-read-online-loki-renard Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:51:56 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/bred-mate-stalked-mates-2-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Series: Stalked Mates Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 63
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I was sent to kill her. Instinct drove me to mate her.

She saw one of us shift, so by the rules of the pack she must die. But when I chased her down, she got my belt across her bare ass instead of a bullet.

Then I gave her my knot, breeding her the way she'll be bred over and over again until my seed takes root and her belly swells with my pups.

Because she's my mate.

And I'll kill anyone who tries to take her from me.

Publisher's Bred Mate is the second book in the Stalked Mates series but can be read as a standalone. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Karl

Argh!

There’s a scream, a big shadow, and a crash as someone is thrown over my head and into a stack of top shelf liquor bottles on display for the patrons of this once fine establishment. I sip my drink and let the mayhem unfold around me.

I used to get into this part of things, but I’m getting older. Maturing. I have more responsibilities, and less interest in the kind of rough bickering that’s happening now. Don’t want to pull a muscle, not while I’m enjoying this particularly fine whiskey they had stashed behind the bar.

A gang tried to move into our territory. Thought they’d show up with wolf patches of all fucking things.

A bullet sings past my ear. I don’t bother to move. Danger has already passed.

When my father was in charge of things around here, this would never have happened. Nobody else would ever have dared move in on our territory. They would have come with their heads lowered and they would have asked nicely if they could live in our city.

Since word got out that he moved to Hawaii to retire, every shitty little pack with ideas of grandeur has been testing my patience.

The world has gone to hell, and I am Cerberus.

The whiskey burns on the way down, tempering the rage I’ve been trying to stuff down for the past several weeks. It was never supposed to be this way. I knew I’d lead the pack one day, but I didn’t expect it to be because my father made a series of fucking stupid decisions and then fucked off to leave me to deal with the aftermath.

Some little upstart wearing a wolf vest has the nerve to step up beside me. I’m guessing this is the gang’s alpha, trying his own little power play in the midst of madness.

“I heard there’s a real werewolf now,” he says. “Not a shifter, an actual walks on two legs fucking…”

“You heard wrong,” I say, my voice a low, dominant growl.

“I heard Orion’s lab made a freak of nature and now your brother is fucking it.”

I punch in the direction of the voice and it stops. My knuckles ache a bit, but the whiskey takes the edge off. I don’t have time for this shit. My phone vibrates in my pocket, picking the wrong fucking time to get my attention. I snatch it out of my pants, throw it on the floor, and stamp it with the heel of my boot.

I hate technology.

My father’s obsession with it to engineer an army of shifter pure bloods was doomed to fail from the beginning. If nature wanted a lot of wolves roaming the planet, she’d have put them here. Truth is there’s only so much room for so many apex predators.

I turn around and survey the bar. When we walked in here, it was full of about thirty little fucking upstarts from Arkansas thinking they had a chance to move south and take some territory. I don’t have the reputation my father did, because I was always the enforcer. Not exactly a public facing role.

Now I’m the alpha of New Orleans, and hell, in my mind, Louisiana. I am not my father. I am something much worse. They’re going to learn that. Every single wolf in this state is going to bow to me, or I am going to make them regret the day they were whelped. That’s a promise.

The bar is trashed. Bodies everywhere. I can smell a little death in the air, but most of them are still alive, just beat to hell. My men, the ones who stayed with me when the political shit show went down, are the roughest and toughest the pack ever boasted. Now that we’re effectively all that’s left, we’re making our mark, one mass beating at a time.

“Get them into a warehouse and lock them behind silver,” I order my men. “Let’s make a fucking example of them. I want every wolf from Los Angeles to New York to know how we run things here, understand?”

There’s a rumble of assent, and the boys start picking up bodies. There are vans outside that can carry more than this number of people if needed, especially if they’re stacked neatly.

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He hunted me. Then he bred me.

When he tore my panties off and spanked my ass red, it was punishment. But when he pushed me up against the wall, gave me his knot, and bred my virgin body savagely, it was instinct.

Because the feral brute with his belt around my throat isn't just a masked stalker taking what he wants.

He's an alpha shifter taking his mate.

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CHAPTER 1

Calista

“They’re real. They’re real and I’m going to prove it.”

I mutter to myself. I have in my arms the evidence I need to put together the final pieces of my exposé on a subject that is going to blow the minds of every person in the world. Aliens are nothing on what I know to be true.

Hart Press

I carry a stack of boxes under the red sign that has been there for well over a hundred years. I am the last in a long line of newspaper men and women, the sole heir of the Hart fortune.

Some people think that makes me lucky. It doesn’t. Others think it makes me rich. They’re right about that. I technically own this paper, and a whole lot more besides, but I don’t run it, and most people forget I matter at all.

That’s how I like it. I am not trying to draw attention to myself. I grew up getting more than enough of that. These days, I focus on my research. My mission. I have known something that the rest of the world thinks is a story for years now. I have seen things that people simply refuse to believe when I tell them. But I’m going to prove once and for all that were⁠—

“Argh!”

My foot hits something I didn’t see behind the big stack of stuff I was attempting to get into the building. I trip forward, file boxes flying out of my hands as my papers fly up in a cascade of evidence and chaos, filling the air with a torrent of intel.

“Easy, tiger!” Before I can hit the floor along with the rest of my things, I am caught in the strong arms of Gray Walkirk. He’s thirty-five years old, has thick, dark curling hair. deep blue eyes, and a broad smile that makes every woman’s heart flutter.

He’s the editor of Hart Press. I was on the committee that hired him a year ago. I assume he’s been doing a good job since then. Print is a hard business, and journalism is curling up on itself like a dead spider. But Gray has managed to keep the lights on. Now he’s managed to save me from smashing my face into the polished concrete floor, too. What a versatile hire.

He smiles at me with laughing eyes. I blink the tears of humiliation I reflexively feel out of mine. It’s one thing to embarrass myself dropping things and having to scrabble around picking them up. It’s something even worse to cry like a toddler who fell over as well. I remind myself that Harts are strong, and the urge to whimper evaporates.

“You’ve got to be careful, Ms. Hart,” he says.

“Call me Calista,” I say, flustered. He’s handsome, and more than ten years older than me.

“Calista,” he says, straightening my blazer for me, giving it a quick shrug down my front. “Are you okay? Nothing twisted?”

“No. Please, could you help me pick up these papers?”

He crouches down with me and helps me collect my documents. I stuff as many as possible into the boxes that are on the floor and I hope that not everything is out of order.

“Still doing your unicorn research, Calista?” Gray asks me the question indulgently, almost like he’s talking to a little girl. I think he’s doing it on purpose. Everybody knows about my pet project. Most of them have the grace to not mock me directly to my face.

I look into his eyes and see a teasing smile on his face. He is messing with me, and he’s looking hot as hell doing it. He has dimples on prominent display as he gives me that charming grin.

“It’s not unicorns. It’s werewolves,” I say quite seriously. I know he thinks it’s a joke, but it isn’t. I have to be serious about this, so other people take me seriously. “There are people who have a genetic mutation that allows them to take animal forms. Wolves, specifically. It’s a story that’s been told thousands of times over thousands of years, in hundreds of cultures. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s actually crazier to not pay attention, if you think about it.”

Gray smiles at me in a way I can only describe as indulgent. He doesn’t interrupt me, or roll his eyes. He thinks I’m crazy, I know. Or eccentric. You get to be eccentric when your parents die when you’re thirteen and leave you an inheritance that includes multiple companies and bank accounts with more zeroes than most people will see in a lifetime.

“I’m sure you know what you’re doing,” he says. He glances down at his watch. He’s still wears a watch. That’s old-fashioned as hell. “I’m sorry, Ms. Hart. I have to get to a meeting.”

He hands me a sheaf of paper. “Here you go. Be careful going down those stairs, okay?”

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Savagely Mated (Shared Mates #1) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/savagely-mated-shared-mates-1-read-online-loki-renard Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:26:19 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/savagely-mated-shared-mates-1-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Series: Shared Mates Series by Loki Renard
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Instinct made me their mate. They made me take it like a good girl.

I'm bent over the kitchen table in the sprawling estate of the three alpha shifters who lured me here to claim me as their mate, and the roughest of these brutes is about to ravage me again.

Meanwhile the second most infuriating of these assholes is holding my mouth closed to make me swallow everything he just gave me, all with my thoroughly-used ass still sore from a spanking.

And the worst part is I've been soaking wet for all of it.

Because my body knows its mates.

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CHAPTER 1

Darcy

“She’s mine.”

“No. She’s mine.”

“You’re both wrong. She’s mine.”

I wish I was wearing more than my school pajamas. Even at twenty years old, these things are juvenile. They’re really not the attire to be facing three very large, very frightening men who are looking at me with competitive, possessive lust in their handsome gazes.

I’m used to getting in trouble, but not like this.

Each and every one of them is a musclebound fighter. Each one of them is capable of great violence and even greater cruelty. That’s all I really know. Other than that, they’re strangers to me. Three very attractive strangers who I individually managed to start some shit with and who now want me for… well. There’s no delicate way to put this.

Mating.

They’re more like animals than men, and that’s saying a lot, because I’m more beast than most.

I shouldn’t be in their presence, let alone in their captivity. But I wouldn’t run away even if I could.

Because I’m feeling the same thing they are.

Imagine the most intense desire in the world. Then imagine it multiplied by three. Imagine knowing you love someone more than yourself, but they’re a complete stranger. Then imagine that happening all at once again, and again, and again, one after another, all in a row.

I’ve been in trouble my whole life. Right now, I’m in more trouble than I could ever have imagined being in.

“We’re going to have to share her,” the dark, smoldering one with the piercing blue eyes says.

“I don’t share,” the stunning blond responds. This man should be on the cover of a magazine. He should be on the cover of all the magazines.

What the hell am I doing? I try to fight my way through the fog of lust to make some sense of things.

“There’s no choice. For any of us.” The oldest one speaks. He’s in his forties, with dark reddish hair, glittering green eyes, and the most intensely vicious paternal energy I’ve ever encountered. You can talk about dominant men. You can talk about alpha men. But this guy makes every other commanding male I’ve ever encountered seem like a… well, a sub.

I can usually trust in my ability to rebel, but right now, I’m regretting every choice that led me to this place of no sexual return.

I could have made better decisions. I could have stayed safe and sound in a literal fortress designed to keep me safe. But no, I had to sneak out one more time. Had to break the rules…

Yesterday, or maybe the day before…

The royal city of Eclipse sprawls out beneath the hallowed walls of the King’s Guard Academy. The city is bright, incandescent with brilliant yellows, purples, and greens. I can’t hear it from here, but I can imagine the sound of it. There’s traffic and life, people shouting, screaming, cursing, laughing. Eclipse is even busier at night than it is during the day. I’m not allowed there at any time.

I’m supposed to stay here behind thick walls of old stone construction where those loyal to the king train to guard his highness. This is where I belong, they tell me.

I crouch at the highest point of the academy, teeth bared to the wind, ears pinned back against my head as I breathe in the night just as it turns the corner to day.

There is nothing more invigorating than the night and the full moon. Energy flows from it to me. I half-close my eyes and let myself bathe in it. Sometimes I feel alone, but not here, not when I am like this. A wolf is not capable of feeling loneliness in the same way a person is. A person, finding themselves separated from society, struggles to stay sane. A wolf finds out who they truly are and becomes it unapologetically.

“Darcy!”

My name is shouted by an annoyed woman, standing down below on the level where the ladder to the rooftop sits. She’s the matron, and she has some limited authority over me when I take the human form that makes me smaller, weaker, and infinitely less interesting than this one.

“Darcy, come down from there this instant!”

Matron’s strident tone irritates me. Makes me want to leap from the very top of this rampart, but I know I’ll be hurt if I do, and wild as I am, I have been trained. My wildness has been blunted.

My fur abandons me first. I feel the cold of the air that was enjoyably bracing now beginning to chill me to my bones. I shiver as I become human again. Small, naked, curvy, short.

I climb down the ladder to the matron, who throws a blanket over me rather than wrapping it around me. Little gestures show her disdain, and there are so many opportunities for little gestures in a day.

“Put something on!” she harries me as I push the blanket off my head, scowling as if she is deeply offended by my nudity.

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I was in heat before they even tore my panties off.

There was a crowd watching when one of these bastards belted my ass and then claimed me for the first time, my virgin body bucking and writhing and coming all over his knot while the other two of these alpha brutes held me down and made me take what I needed like a good little mate.

But there was no one there to hear me moan and beg and scream with every desperate climax when they carried me off and took turns with me, filling me with their seed one after the other.

And it will be just us again tonight when they share me for the first time.

Publisher's Ruthlessly Mated is the second book in the Shared Mates series but can be read as a standalone. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Kita

“My Rules. Apply. To. You.”

A very large, very handsome, and incredibly dangerous man is looming over me. His eyes flash with animal instinct and intense desire. He is twice the size of me, so large that one of his hands could wrap around both of my wrists. I know this because he’s holding me that exact way right now.

My ass is burning, not to mention exposed. The eyes of a whole mess of hardened criminals are on me.

His cock surges between my trembling legs. I am being taken. Ravaged. Mated.

These are all words, but there’s one that I can’t quite bring myself to acknowledge.

I can’t resist it, though. I cannot stop thinking it, even though I really don’t want to.

It forces itself through my mind. It lodges inside my head the same way his cock sheathes inside me.

Bred.

A few hours ago…

I had hoped to avoid this. I tried very, very hard to avoid it, actually. I sailed into this shady port under cover of darkness, hoping to find it largely empty and quiet.

It was anything but. I got in too early, after nightfall, but long before people pass out and I can do what I want to do without being seen. I have to wait for my cargo to be unloaded onto the truck I brought. I wanted to get out of here right away, but the cranes are busy and they won’t let me operate one by myself.

I hover on the dock, trying not to look uncertain, because uncertain means I’m potentially a target for people who are looking for easy targets. It’s not easy being a five-foot-fuck-all woman in a place like this. I am doing my best to look intimidating. I have thick, chunky boots, dark leather pants, and a long knife displayed prominently at my waist. I’m wearing a short jacket that bristles with patches and warnings, and a thick sweater that kept me warm on the journey over the sea. I hate traveling over water. It sloshes around and it sloshes you around with it. At least I started to feel better as soon as I made landing. This dock is a lifesaver.

The port is alive with light and sound and music. People are stumbling up and down the docks, intermittently falling into the water and pulling themselves up or being fished out by friends.

Others are lurking. There’s a lot of that here. This is not a port run by any regional authority. This is a private port, i.e., a smuggler’s port. It doesn’t officially exist, which means it is one of the most important hubs for commercial activity in the region. The far south is full of places like this, facilities and services that used to be run by humans back in the day, before werewolves and vampires came out of the shadows and demanded equal rights. The economy collapsed around the same time, and a lot of people say the two events are connected. Others say it’s because of inflation and over-investments in real estate by an increasing minority of owners, but that’s a lot less sexy than blaming it on dogs and bats.

This port is very supernatural friendly. I have already spotted several red-eyed vamps, and I can smell wolves all around. Normal people don’t care about supernaturals here, because they’re far too busy doing crime.

I’ve never been in Port Denhome before, but it’s living up to its reputation.

Everyone here is a criminal.

Including me.

I get a little thrill when I think about it that way. It’s like finally being embraced by my own kind. I don’t have to pretend to be nice or kind. Actually, being either nice or kind would get me killed. This is a place where the worse you are, the better you do.

I pace underneath a sign with the same message on it as most of the signs posted high and low. They clearly don’t want us to be able to say we didn’t see them.

All Cargo Taxed. Pay at the Bursar.

Shirkers Will Suffer Pain of Death.

I tell myself that in a lawless world, breaking the rules doesn’t mean much.

I tell myself I’m not doing anything wrong.

I tell myself it doesn’t matter that I’m doing something wrong.

This is a smuggler’s port, a place where people don’t respect anything besides physical force, and occasionally force of will. But mostly force. There’s a lot of force. Everyone bristles with guns, and flosses with piano wire. Great gums and no mercy. We don’t care about signs. So, I don’t care about signs.

I approach one of the dock workers, a man who is wearing no shirt and has a massive anchor tattoo across his back, as well as on each bicep, and on his pecs. He’s absolutely covered in tattoos of anchors. Almost like nobody told him that he could get anything else. He also has a very bushy and long beard all the way to his gut.

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She's my mate whether she likes it or not.

She's so beautiful this way.

Bent over, ass spanked red, soaking wet and thinking she's ready for me to claim her virgin body. But my little mate has no idea what's coming once I yank her cute thong aside.

Because I'm not just going to ravage her more completely than any mortal man ever could.

I'm going to breed her.

Then I'm going carry her off to my world and do it over and over again.

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CHAPTER 1

Melissa

I am in trouble.

Real trouble this time. Not the kind where they issue a fine and send you a snotty letter all dressed up in fancy language that hides their ire. I am in the kind of trouble that has immediate physical consequences, the kind that makes my heart beat faster, my pupils dilate, my breath come shorter.

It’s exciting.

And it’s wrong.

So damn wrong.

I’m not dressed for this. I’m dressed for a day by the pool, a skimpy little bikini that dares tan lines to exist.

I could have gotten changed before I came. I should have, but I wasn’t thinking about it. I assumed there’d be time when I got here. The sun was still warm then, and the sky was bright and it felt like the day would go on forever.

But night has come, and my new boss is flicking cufflinks onto the smooth polished table and rolling up his sleeves, one, then the other. Fuck. Me. Does he know what he’s doing? He’s got to know what he’s doing. This is a real-life thirst trap, and I cannot look away.

Tall. Dark. Handsome. The kind of thick, dark hair that men half his age would die for, hanging below his shoulders. In this moment he seems like a man, not a creature out of time. Flickering light from a dancing candle makes his eyes glow golden and for a brief moment I almost think I see a slitted pupil.

My imagination always did have a habit of running away with me. I’m just freaking out because I am in the house of a man twice my age and many, many times my power, and he is looking at me like I am a particularly juicy cut of meat.

My new boss prowls toward me, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his forearms flexing in ways and with muscles defined so intensely that I didn’t know they could look like that. How is he that well defined? What the hell does he lift? I have to get my brain working again, but right now it feels like trying to think through mush.

He places his hands on the table in front of me, and I feel excitement rush through me again as those forearms of his ripple. He moves one hand, extends an elegant forefinger, and slides it under my chin, directing my attention to his eyes.

Heat flushes across the bridge of my nose and cheeks as he makes me look at him.

“You are trouble, but I intend to tame you. Break you of the bad habits you’ve gained in your short lifetime. With me, you will be punished. Taken. Claimed. You will know what your place is.”

I tremble. This is my first job, but I am certain this is not usually how these things go. The kind of trouble I am in is the deeper, hotter kind. I am trembling in my very core as the most handsome, unearthly man I have ever been in the presence of wraps his hand around the back of my neck and I feel the roughness of his… scales? No. His hand doesn’t have scales. He must do hard labor. That’s it. And the sharp points that dig but don’t sink into my soft skin, they’re not claws. Because he is a man.

Isn’t he?

“Are you listening, Melissa?” He purrs my name and I feel it rumble through me. The floor itself seems to shake, though I know that has to be a function of my perception. I am shaking, that’s what it is. Not from fear, but from an intense reaction to his presence.

“I am,” I say.

A wisp of hair is brushed back from my face.

“Are you ready to become more than a spoiled little girl getting into trouble for the sheer enjoyment of it?”

I want to say I’m not spoiled, that he’s mistaking me for the rich kids I got to hang out with, but never really belonged among, but this does not feel like the moment for making clarifying statements.

“Yes,” I practically whisper.

I’m getting wet. I look up at him under my lashes and feel a shameful jolt of recognition. Oh, god. He knows.

Everything was so different just a few hours ago…

In the back of a car neither one of us is driving, my best friend and I are plotting the rest of our lives together. She slides her phone under my nose, where a guy with washboard abs is emerging from surf with the caption: You’ve just got to seize the day.

“Him?”

“No. Too old,” I say.

“He’s like twenty-two, Melissa.”

“He looks thirty.”

She rolls her eyes. “Age doesn’t matter. You’ve got to ask the questions that I do. Like, is he rich? Does he have rich friends? Does he have a yacht? Does he know where his yacht is? You want a guy who doesn’t know where his yacht is.”

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