Lilith pov "Daelan's been craving these lips wrapped around our cock." An intense heat flooded through my body at his words, my breath hitched as his thumb traced slowly over my bottom lip, the light touch sending shivers of pleasure down my spine, making me tremble. Lucien's eyes stayed locked on mine, cold as ever yet there was something new glinting in their depths, the same thing I'd seen in both Claude and Silas just moments ago. That raw, unrestrained lust, the very look they'd worn when they caught the scent of my heat. The world seemed to blur as I stared into those emotionless eyes that pulled me in like a spell and when they flashed a shade brighter, I realized I couldn't look away, no matter how hard I tried. It was as if I were staring straight into the abyss-dark, endless, and ready to consume me whole. Thump. Thump. Thump. Before I knew it, my heart was pounding wildly. I drew in a sharp breath as an almost irresistible urge surged through me-to lean in, close the
Lilith pov The Crescent Bond. That was what they called itāa pact written under the sacred oath of the Moon Goddess herself. Under this oath, both parties were bound to the conditions stated in the contract. It didnāt matter how powerful one was compared to the other; under no circumstances could they break a clause in the contract. To do so meant facing the wrath of the goddess herself. Anyone who broke the Crescent Bond would be cursed with misfortune and in the worst cases, lose their bond with their wolf entirely. My hands trembled as I stared at the paper in my grasp, my eyes fixed on the final line. I read it again and again, unsure if I was seeing it correctly or simply imagining it. āThe Alphas shall cover all medical expenses for Lilithās mother and secure the services of a powerful witch doctor to ensure her healing.ā The world seemed to stop, my breathing growing heavier as if all the air in the room had vanished. I tightened my grip on the paper, bringing it close
Lilith pov I never imagined Iād see the day when the Alpha who women fawned over the most, the man who always got his way, who once tore off the heads of those who dared speak ill of his father without a second thought would be on his knees, hands raised in the air, face bruised and beaten. I never thought I would see a man like Alpha Claude be punished. The air was thick with tension, sharp and suffocating. I didnāt even dare to breathe too loudly, terrified of provoking the Alphas⦠especially Alpha Lucien. You see, Iād always known Lucien was the most terrifying of the three brothers. I mean, he literally tried to take my life just a few nights ago and had even toyed with his brothers while doing it. But still, I never knew he could be this scary... āAh, isnāt this bullying, brother? I get that youāre older than me by a few minutes but do you really have to do this? I know I messed up, but I swear I didnāt mean to,ā Claude cried out. And even though there wasnāt a single tear
Lilith pov āDad, why do we have three Alphas while other packs only have one? Is it because theyāre triplets? But canāt the Alpha just choose the strongest to inherit the position?ā That was the question I had asked my father offhandedly during dinner one day. I had always wondered why we had three Alphas instead of just one. Fangspire Pack wasnāt the first to have twins or triplets as heirs, several packs before us had produced multiple sons but in all those cases, one Alpha was always chosen. Usually, the strongest was picked through a match. Iād heard that in such matches, the brothers would fight for the throne, sometimes to the death. But that was just the way of the werewolf world: brutal and unforgiving. The strong ruled the weak, and the strongest ruled the strong. So when everyone was debating which of the Alphaās sonsāLucien, Silas, or Claude would be chosen as the next Alpha, no one expected what came next. The Alpha made a shocking declaration: all three of his
Lilith pov How do I even begin to explain this situation? I was laid out on the bed, breathing heavily, legs spread wide and open for one of the most dangerous Alphas in the pack while his face, oh goddess, his face was just inches away from my soaked panties. With just one swipe, Claude could tear them aside and see everything. Heād see just how hot and dripping I was for him, how much all my juices had already coated my folds, slick and glistening. He would see me bare, exposed, and aching for him. I swallowed hard as I saw the wicked smile slowly spread across Claudeās face, and when his tongue flicked across the bottom of his lip, I realized something, this man was looking at me like a starving beast who had just found his favorite meal. And for some reason, that made a whimper slip from my lips, the urge to arch my back and press myself closer to him becoming utterly unbearable. āSuch pretty panties,ā Claude murmured, his voice low and sultry, ādrenched with a scent that
Lilith pov Heat. That was what it was called when she-wolves experienced an intense and overwhelming desire for three to four days, sometimes even longerāeach month. Iād heard they werenāt usually in their right minds during that time. It was said it felt like their bodies were on fire, their cores aching with need, and even if they touched themselves, it only offered brief relief before the burning returned. And there was only one way to stop it. Sex with a male werewolf. They had to mate with a male who was willing to take them to bed. Usually, it wasnāt hard. She-wolves released a pheromone during heat, one so potent it pulled males toward them instinctively. But for Alphas? The pheromone didnāt work on them. It was useless. They didn't react to it the way other werewolves could. Yet this man before me, this Alpha who held my gaze with a look that sent a shiver down my spine had just told me that my heat was making him want to lose control. As I stared at Claude w