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Triplet Alpha's Omega Mate

Lennox cornered her in the hallway, his amber eyes troubled. “You didn’t deserve that.” “Didn’t I?” Olivia challenged. “Wasn’t it you who told the entire pack that the daughter of a traitor should be treated as less than human?” “I was wrong,” he admitted. “We all were.” “Three years, Lennox. Three years of serving as your Omega, of being spat on, of watching you three worship the ground Anita walks on while I’m nothing but a shameful secret.” From the shadows, Levi’s voice emerged. “The Moon Goddess bound us for a reason.” Olivia’s bitter laugh echoed through the corridor. “And you’ve fought that reason every step of the way.” “We didn’t know,” Louis appeared beside his brothers, forming the triangle that had always made Olivia feel trapped. “About your father, about the conspiracy—” “So that’s what it takes?” she asked, voice trembling. “My father’s name being cleared for you to acknowledge me as your Luna? As your mate?” “No,” Lennox reached for her. “It’s seeing your strength, your resilience despite everything we put you through.” “We were cruel,” Levi admitted. “We were wrong,” Louis echoed. Olivia looked at each of them, these three powerful Alphas now regarding her with something approaching reverence. Olivia’s smile held no warmth. “Now I realize some wounds cut too deep to heal. You can’t break someone for years and expect them to be whole for you when it’s convenient.”
Sugarlitics · 1.3m Views

BLEACH : Dragging Down the Heavens

A Man's Modest Dream in the Soul Society: Grasping the Summit A modern Japanese man awakens in the world of BLEACH (the Soul Society). He hasn't just transmigrated; he's been reborn as Airi Yukawa—an incredibly tall, black-haired beauty with "incredibly huge" breasts. His one, true purpose in this dangerous afterlife? To join the Soul Reapers and achieve his ultimate, perverted goal: to "grasp the summit (grope boobs) with these hands". Airi dreams of touching the magnificent "mountains" belonging to iconic female figures like Rangiku Matsumoto, Tier Harribel, Bambietta Basterbine, and Orihime Inoue. He realizes his new female body is a "massive advantage" for this task. Airi's journey is absurdly long. Despite possessing meta-knowledge, she is completely untalented, spending fifty years training in Rukongai under the giant gatekeeper Danzōmaru just to qualify for the Spiritual Arts Academy (Shino Academy). After finally enrolling, she persists for nearly a century before her eccentric Zanpakutō spirit, Nubatama a pitch-black rubber ball that speaks like an old-school otaku, is finally willing to talk. Nubatama bestows the deceptively powerful ability to manipulate friction with her blade. Airi enlists in the Gotei 13 and is assigned to the Fourth Division (Healing Squad), where she dedicates herself to intense combat training under the terrifyingly powerful Captain Retsu Unohana. To accelerate her goal, Airi weaponizes her civilian expertise: a legendary massage technique perfected in Rukongai. She uses this unique skill (secretly enhanced by Nubatama’s ability to promote smooth, silky skin) to discreetly "explore the mountains" of female officers. Through sheer perseverance, rigorous training (including mastering illegal Arrancar/Quincy techniques like Cero and Blut), and crucial actions during the Quincy Extermination Operation, Airi rapidly climbs the ranks, eventually achieving Bankai and securing the position of Lieutenant. She treats nobles like Sojun Kuchiki, gains an unexpected connection to Yoruichi Shihoin, and even survives a Bankai clash with Captain Unohana. Now a Lieutenant, Airi is closer than ever to fulfilling her ultimate, modest dream. Can she survive the centuries leading up to the main BLEACH story and finally grasp every summit in the Soul Society?
TaleCraft · 289.9k Views

(BL)Alpha Made

The world is diverse and flourishing. Humanity has changed, and with it, brought in a new era of prosperity. Males and females still exist, but the spectrum from which humanity is cast has broadened. With the introduction of alpha, omega, and beta, humanity has evolved even further. In such a word, Dr. Andrew Knox, known environmental researcher, is happy being a beta male. It has made his life easier by being middle ground, and as much as some wish he was one way or the other, he’s happy being who he is. Thriving even. He works in a world renowned research facility. He makes friends easily, and his projects are always funded. He even found someone who he thinks he could end up marrying if things continue in the right direction. That, and the vacant house next to his apartment building gets bought by a new neighbour. A cute, but cautious omega who relies on Andrew as a beta for help. Andrew couldn’t be happier. He loves being a helper, and loves when people rely on him. All in all, Andrew really thinks he has everything made. That is, until a research project with shoddy data is thrown back into his face that he has no recollection of working on, and all of his reputation disintegrates in between one heartbeat and the next. Heartbroken, it isn’t until Andrew wakes up, chained to a wall that everything becomes clear. He becomes a test subject to one of the scientists that he trusted. That he expected would never harm him. The life he had known, where he was a respected researcher was ripped out from underneath him. His identity and everything he’s ever known is stolen from him from a crazed researcher who he had trusted, maybe even loved. He has to relearn who he is, what he is, from scratch. Thankfully, he has one person in his corner. He just never expected to have to rely on someone whose shoulders were so small. This is an a/b/o story, and will have those tropes associated with it. I hope you enjoy :)
CalyB · 1m Views

(BL) Taming the Field Guide

The sequel to Hunting the Field Guide. Kellen thought that his troubles were over. He'd dealt with the issue of the Poison Gate, he'd saved his sister, and he found out the location of where his trusty fellow Field Guide was located. As far as he was concerned, things were finally looking up for him. He could finally, finally live out the peaceful life he'd wished for when he'd first left the Front Lines. But then the E.A.G. reared it's old head. A hydra, a beast that just wouldn't die, Kellen was at his damn wit's end. All he wanted was to live out the life he'd literally carved out for himself. He just wanted to be happy with his Captain. Why was it so damn hard? ~ Meanwhile, Brent Jameson just wanted to be left alone. A man who knew he could have exceptional talent, Brent just wanted to do what he loved. Sleep around, escort people through Gates, and drink his problems away whenever he wanted to. He did not want to be the new Head of a Guild. That sounded like the exact opposite of what a man like him would want to do. He also didn't want to be attached. Maybe Kellen was right and he had a type, and maybe he avoided that kind of person, but hey, he was just a guy. He couldn't be with someone when he was worried at any minute that he could be teleported away from them and dropped into the ocean. Hell, it was dangerous for him to even have friends. Now that he was back 'home' with his lovely, wonderful family, he knew that he had made the right choice. Brent was better off alone.
CalyB · 153.6k Views

Marriage of Inconvenience

Margaret Thornton’s marriage to Edward Blackwood was never meant to be romantic. It was a transaction—her father’s money in exchange for Edward’s title and the survival of his ancestral estate. Three years later, they live as near strangers, bound by obligation and mutual resentment. When Margaret’s parents arrive for an extended visit, the couple must convincingly pretend to be happily married to protect both pride and financial necessity. Forced into close proximity, old wounds resurface, and the careful distance between them begins to erode. What starts as performance slowly gives way to reluctant understanding, revealing the cost of their bitterness—and the possibility that something real may yet be built from what was never meant to be love. --- "Everything about this marriage is clinical, Edward. At least I'm honest about it." He set down his fork with deliberate care. "Very well. For one week, I shall play the part of the devoted husband. I shall touch you appropriately. I shall gaze at you with something approximating warmth. I shall lie to your parents with the same conviction I've been lying to everyone else for three years." He stood abruptly. "Is there anything else you require from your performing monkey?" Margaret's composure cracked, just slightly. "I require you to act as though I'm not the worst thing that ever happened to you." "But you are," he said softly, and there was something almost sad in his voice. "You're a constant reminder of everything I've lost. My freedom. My pride. My ability to make my own choices." He moved toward the door, then paused. "Though I suppose I'm the same for you, aren't I? A reminder that your father's money can buy anything except genuine respect."  
twotiercake · 7.5k Views