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The Alpha’s Prize by Sassa Daniels

She will be his queen, but first he will put her on her knees.

Leonid Sobakhin has known for years that Francesca di Angelo is his mate, but a Russian alpha claiming an Italian princess would have risked a dangerous conflict with her pack. Until now…

Banished by her pack, Francesca is now an exile, and when selling everything she owns proves insufficient to maintain her lifestyle she resorts to auctioning off the only thing she has left.


But Leonid has no intention of allowing other men to bid on what belongs to him by right, and when Francesca defies him and tries to carry out her plan he decides it is time to take what is his. She will be his mate and his queen, but first she will be punished so thoroughly and shamefully that even before he marks and claims her virgin body she will be in no doubt who owns her.

Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Prize is a stand-alone novel which is the fifth entry in the Claimed Mates series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Sassa Daniels

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Length: 65,000 words


Francesca wiggled her hips. The plug felt strange and it jarred as she moved but she couldn’t call the sensation it caused pain. There was some discomfort but it didn’t really hurt. “It’s okay.”

“Good girl.” He placed a tender kiss at the base of her spine. “Now get up onto the bed. I want you kneeling at the center.”

Francesca moved around to the side of the bed and clambered onto it. She crawled to the center and knelt, just as Leonid had instructed.

“Good girl.” His praise brought a faint blush to her cheeks. His approval shouldn’t mean so much to her, but it did. “Now, I want you to trust me once more.”


“Head on the mattress, ass in the air, and arms stretched out to the sides.”

Francesca followed his commands, lowering her head to the bed and extending her arms as he’d asked. She breathed steadily as she waited for Leonid to act. Turning her face to the side, she watched as he reached under the bed for something. Her pulse accelerated as he retrieved a black leather cuff attached to a chain that was secured beneath the bed. Had that been there the entire time she’d shared this room with Leonid? It must have been.

“I know you have doubts about being tied down,” he said softly, “but I promise it won’t be what you fear. I think you’ll find being restrained liberating.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant by that but the thought of being bound was one that frightened her. “And if I don’t like it?”

“Then tell me and I’ll release you.”

Reassured by his words, Francesca offered no resistance as he fastened a cuff around her wrist. She trusted him to listen if she wanted to be freed and there was no harm in trying this. The sturdy leather cuff fit snugly around her wrist and she had to admit, it wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined it would be. In fact, she quite liked the way the shackle held her in its grip. When Leonid secured the other cuff, she found her arms stretched tight. Although she was able to move only a few centimeters, it wasn’t uncomfortable. The tantalizing thought Leonid could do whatever he wanted with her set a pulse throbbing between her legs.

Behind her, Leonid picked the crop up from the bed and slapped it against his palm. The sharp smacking sound gave her an indication of what to expect when he used it on her bottom.

“Ten strokes on that delectable ass of yours and then two on your pretty pink pussy.”

“Yes, Leonid.”

The crop swished through the air and rebounded off her left butt cheek with a sharp crack. A breath hissed out of Francesca. She hadn’t expected that to hurt so much but she supposed anything wielded by Leonid would have an impact. He delivered the next stroke to the other side of her bottom and she squirmed on the bed.

Merda!” she hissed as the crop fell again.

“Language, kroshka,” Leonid chastised. “You don’t want to earn another ten.”

Her eyes widened. Was he seriously threatening to double the count just because she said shit? The crop struck her tender flesh again and again. Her bottom was on fire and she tugged on her shackles.

“Settle down, Francesca.” Leonid’s stern tone brought her struggles to an immediate halt.

She clenched her fists and bit back a curse. She closed her eyes, trying to relax, but they flew open again when the crop struck an already achy spot on her ass.

“Leonid,” she whined. “It hurts.”

“Then perhaps it will remind you not to run away from me.”

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