Puck Destiny : A Triplet's Claim
Hunter’s thumb traces my lower lip, his molten golden eyes burning into mine. He growls roughly. “Do you want all three of us to fuck you tonight, little mate?”
I stare up at them, my cheeks burn with embarrassment as fresh slick floods my pussy.
Desire burns so hot I can barely think straight.
I’m so wet it’s shameful. I feel like such a naughty, desperate girl.
“…Yes. Please… Alphas.”
All three of them let out deep growls, their eyes flashing gold.
“Good little mate,” Zane rasps.
“Then we’re going to ruin every tight little hole until you’re screaming our names and dripping with our cum.” Seth yanks my t-shirt up roughly, exposing my bare tits to their hungry gazes.
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Two years ago, when Dad got stripped of his Alpha title for breaking pack law, we were exiled to a crappy apartment on the wrong side of town.
I thought my life sucked before, but this was a whole new level of hell.
At academy, I'm the girl everyone avoids. Bad luck follows me everywhere, or so they think. Perfect target for bullies, especially my stepsister Cessy.
She's everything I'm not — head cheerleader, gorgeous, popular. While she's the golden child at home and school, I'm her personal 'unpaid' assistant.
Then everything changed on my eighteenth birthday.
I found my mates. Not just one, but three.
The Blackwood Trio: Hunter, Seth, and Zane. Hockey gods, gorgeous Alphas, the most wanted guys at school. Every girl dreams about them, every guy wants to be them.
And somehow, impossibly, they're mine.
Of course, nothing's ever simple in my life.
Three mates means three times the drama, three times the possessiveness… and way more filthy, overwhelming heat than my innocent body knows how to handle.
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Chapter: 127Hunter's POV My wolf went quiet. Even he understood we'd fucked up badly enough that groveling was required.By the time I had fifteen bundles stacked, my arms ached and my hands were bleeding from splinters. The sun was high overhead—almost noon.Now for the hunting and gathering.Hunting would be easy. I was built for it. Trained for it. My wolf lived for the chase.I shifted despite Elder Thaddeus's suggestion to stay human. Found a deer trail quickly. Tracked the scent. Found a young buck drinking from a stream.The kill was clean. Quick. I shifted back to human, hoisted the deer over my shoulders, and carried it back to the designated area near the sanctuary.That part felt right. Felt natural. Felt like what an Alpha should be doing—providing meat, protecting, hunting.Then I picked up the basket and headed toward the berry patch.Gathering berries.I stood at the edge of the blackberry bushes feeling ridiculous. The basket looked absurd in my hands. The white robe was already
Última actualización: 2026-05-27
Chapter: 126HUNTER'S POVI woke to someone shaking my shoulder."Get up. Dawn meditation starts in ten minutes."I opened my eyes. Brother Marcus stood over me, already dressed in white robes."Dawn what?""Meditation. Everyone attends. You're everyone now." He dropped a folded white robe on my chest. "Put this on. Leave your other clothes here."He left before I could argue.I sat up, looking at the robe. Plain white cotton. Simple. Nothing like the clothes I'd worn my entire life—clothes that marked me as future Alpha, as Blackwood, as someone important.Seth groaned from the other bed. "Please tell me he didn't just say meditation.""He did." Zane was already changing, practical as always. "When in Rome.""This isn't Rome. This is some kind of werewolf monastery." Seth held up his white robe like it might bite him. "Do we really have to wear these?""Elder Thaddeus said no special consideration. We follow the rules like everyone else." I stood and started changing. "That means white robes."I
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Chapter: 125ZANE'S POV The bread timer went off. I checked the dough. It had risen properly this time. "Shape it and put it in the oven with everything else." I shaped the loaves—still blobby but better than before—and slid them into the oven. Thirty more minutes until everything was done. I leaned against the counter, exhausted. "You're doing well," Inka said. "I've made mistakes at every single step." "But you kept going. You didn't give up." She slid off the counter and touched my arm. "That's what matters." The mate bond hummed at her touch. Warm. Right. "What if the food is terrible?" I asked. "Then it's terrible. But you made it yourself. Put in the effort. Tried something you've never done before." She smiled. "That counts for something." "Tell that to everyone when they're spitting out burnt chicken." "It's not burnt. You put foil on it. Eventually." "I ruined the skin." "The inside will be fine." I hoped she was right. The final timer went off. Everythin
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Chapter: 124ZANE'S POVI stood outside the kitchen door, staring at the assignment sheet in my hand.(Dinner preparation for the entire community. Menu: herb-roasted chicken, root vegetables, fresh bread, berry compote. Report to Sister Leah at 3 PM. Meal served at 6 PM.)Three hours to cook a meal I'd never made for fifteen people who'd been eating Sister Leah's excellent cooking for weeks.This was going to be a disaster.Behind me, I heard Hunter and Seth laughing in the guest quarters. They'd both finished their assignments for the day—Hunter's morning of firewood gathering and berry picking, Seth's afternoon teaching the children.Both had been humiliating failures, according to them.Now it was my turn.I pushed open the kitchen door.Sister Leah was already there, ankle propped up on a stool, ingredients laid out on the counter. She looked up when I entered."Ready to cook?""No. Absolutely not. I'm going to poison everyone.""Not with that attitude, you won't." She gestured to the ingredi
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Chapter: 123SETH'S POVLunch was almost over when Elder Thaddeus approached me."Seth. This afternoon you'll be teaching the children."I looked up from my meal. "Teaching what?""Reading, writing, basic mathematics. Sister Leah needs to rest her ankle. You're taking over afternoon lessons.""I've never taught children before.""Then you'll learn." Elder Thaddeus walked away, conversation over.Across the table, Hunter smirked. He was covered in dirt and scratches from his morning assignment—firewood gathering and berry picking. "Good luck with that.""How hard can it be? They're just children.""You have the patience of a starving wolf. This should be entertaining.""I have plenty of patience."Hunter's smirk widened. "We'll see."---After lunch, I found the children gathered in the learning area—a covered outdoor space with benches and a chalkboard.Seven children. Ages six to twelve. How difficult could seven children be?Very difficult, apparently.The twins, Liam and Lucas, were throwing ro
Última actualización: 2026-05-25
Chapter: 122After breakfast, Elder Thaddeus announced work assignments."Hunter, you're with Brother Marcus in the gardens. Heavy labor. Tilling, planting, hauling soil."Hunter nodded."Seth, you're with Sister Claire. Laundry and cleaning."Seth's eyebrow twitched but he didn't argue."Zane, you're with Ruth. Medical supply inventory and organization."Zane glanced at Ruth, who looked like she'd just been sentenced to torture."Inka," Elder Thaddeus continued. "You'll continue your regular schedule. Meditation with me. Cooking lessons with Sister Leah. Time with the children.""I don't get to work with them?""No. They're here to prove themselves to the community, not just to you. You observe. You watch how they handle service, humility, contribution. You don't help them."It felt cruel. But I understood the logic.I spent the morning in meditation while Hunter sweated in the gardens. I could feel him through the bond—frustration, physical strain, determination.Brother Marcus didn't go easy on
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100 Nights to Tame a Cursed Heart
"You want to know what I am?" his voice is barely controlled. "I'm possessive. You're mine, Summer. Not his. Not anyone else's. Mine."
"Possessive isn't love, Luxian...." I said gasping.
"Who said anything about love?"
His hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just holding.
"Did you let him touch you like this?" his other hand finds my blouse, ripping it open with one sharp pull. Buttons scatter across the floor. "Did you shake for him the way you shake for me? Did you wet the way your cunt wet for me?"
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Things can't seem to get any worse for Summer, branded as a lunatic, barren, and stabbed in the back by her husband, Rhys Glomarian, and stepsister, Virginia Paraguz.
She loses it all in one day.
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It was Rhys' birthday, and he announced to everyone that Virginia was his fated mate and was expecting Rhys' pups.
Three years of a nightmare marriage was enough for her.
Summer decided to rescue herself from that hellhole, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. None of the guests that night were moved to save her despite her disheveled and scarred condition. They even looked at her with disgust and mockery.
But just when she was beginning to lose hope, an unexpected savior appeared – a cursed Alpha, dreaded by all for his ruthlessness. Still, he is the wealthiest and the most powerful of all, Alpha Luxian Alderon.
That night, he arrived to rescue Summer from Rhys' grasp and claim her as his fate mate.
But her joy in escaping Rhys is cut short when she learns that Luxian comes with a deadly curse for anyone who becomes his mate.
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Chapter: Forty TwoSummer's POVI sit at the breakfast table alone, staring at scrambled eggs I have no intention of eating.The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes eight times. Eight in the morning, and still no Luxian.The coffee has gone cold in my cup. I made it at six, thinking I heard his car in the driveway. False alarm. Just the groundskeeper arriving for work.The mansion feels different when he's not in it. Bigger. Emptier. Like all the warmth gets sucked out the moment he leaves.I should eat. Should pretend this is normal, that my husband staying out all night after our fight is something wives just handle with grace and understanding.But the eggs taste like cardboard, and my stomach feels like it's full of broken glass.Where did he go?The question has been circling my mind since three AM, when I finally accepted he wasn't coming home. Did he drive to some hotel to cool off? Visit pack territory to think?Or did he drive straight to Room 666 at the Moonridge Hotel?The thought makes m
Última actualización: 2026-04-21
Chapter: Forty OneLuxian's POVI wake up like I've been shot. Fuck. No gradual awareness. No gentle return to consciousness. Just instant, brutal clarity that something is fundamentally fucked.The scent hits me first, not Summer's clean vanilla warmth, but something darker. Expensive perfume mixed with sex and victory.Then the weight against my back. Warm skin that shouldn't be there.My eyes snap open to black silk and raven hair spilled across the pillow. Pale flesh that seems to glow in the dim hotel light filtering through heavy curtains.Remiora. Naked. Draped across me like she owns me.We're both bare under these black sheets.Fuck.Memory slams back in fragments. The bar. Too much whiskey laced with whatever magical poison she fed me. Her hands, her mouth, the systematic destruction of every wall I'd built against this exact scenario.The spell that's been eating away at my connection to Summer for days.I move fast, too fast. Roll off the bed so hard I crash into the wall, naked and disorien
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Chapter: FortyLuxian's POVI drive like I'm running from death itself.The Porsche tears through mountain curves at speeds that would kill a lesser driver. But I don't give a fuck about death right now. Death would be simpler than the mess waiting for me at home.Summer's words chase me through every mile, every turn. The kind of accusation that cuts because it hits bone.Three hours and two hundred miles later, I slam the brakes outside some shithole roadside bar. The kind of place where alphas come to forget they have territories to run and mates who expect them to be better than they are.Perfect.I order whiskey. The good stuff. None of that watered-down bullshit they serve humans.The bartender knows better than to ask questions. Takes one look at me and keeps the bottle close.By the fourth shot, the edge comes off my rage. By the seventh, I start thinking maybe Summer was right. Maybe I am preparing to trade her in.Maybe I should stop fighting it."Drinking alone is such a waste of good whi
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Chapter: Thirty NineSummer's POVI wake up to cold sheets.The space beside me where Luxian should be is empty, the pillow still perfectly fluffed like no one slept there at all. I run my hand across the cotton, searching for any lingering warmth.Nothing.The clock on the nightstand reads 6:15 AM. Even for an early riser, this is unusual.I pad downstairs in my nightgown, expecting to find him in the kitchen with his morning coffee and that small smile he always gives me when I appear looking sleep-rumpled and ridiculous.Instead, I find him in his study, fully dressed and buried in paperwork like he's been up for hours."Morning," I say softly, hovering in the doorway.He glances up briefly. "Morning." Then his eyes return to the documents spread across his desk.No smile. No warmth in his voice. No invitation to come closer.I wait, uncertain. Usually he'd pull me into his lap by now, steal a few minutes of quiet intimacy before the day begins. But he just keeps reading, his pen scratching across pape
Última actualización: 2026-03-27
Chapter: Thirty EightLuxian's POV Something was in my hall. My wolf knew it before my brain processed the wrongness in the air. Not just another alpha. Not even a threat I recognized. This was *other*—dark and ancient and fucking unwelcome. "Alpha." Kian's tone was clipped. "We have an intruder." "I know." The pressure against my mind was deliberate. A challenge. Someone wanted me to know they were here, sitting in my territory like they owned it. Summer's fingers wrapped around mine. Cold. She was afraid. Good. Fear kept you sharp. "Behind me," I ordered. Not a request. I shoved the oak doors open hard enough to crack them against the walls. The temperature inside was arctic. Our breath misted. The chandeliers swung, crystals rattling. And sitting in *my* chair like she had every right to be there was a woman who looked like walking death wrapped in expensive fabric. Remiora. Black dress. Dark hair. Red lips. The usual aesthetic these ancient bitches went for—trying to look seductive when re
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Chapter: Thirty SevenLuxian's POV "That's exactly the problem," she whispers, clutching her bag tighter. "You risked everything. And I'm going to destroy it all.""Summer—""Don't leave, I... I don't know what I'd do without you." Finally something honest escapes my lips. It comes out without warning, without being able to hold it back anymore."Alright, I'll stay," she looks at me with gentle eyes.The relief that floods through me when she says she'll stay is so intense it nearly brings me to my knees."I'll stay for you and for us," she whispers, stepping closer. "And because maybe, just maybe, that's worth fighting for."When she moves into my arms, her mouth finding mine, it's desperate and hungry and everything I thought I'd lost when I saw that bag in her hand. I pour everything into the kiss - all the terror of almost losing her, all the need to show her that she's not just my cure but my anchor in every way that matters.Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer as if proximity alone can era
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