Claimed by five ruthless Alphas

Willow's povHis lip curled in disbelief. “You’re either very brave,” he murmured, leaning closer, his scent wrapping around me like a threat, “or very stupid.”Maybe both.I tightened my grip on my books. “Then move.”For a split second, shock flickered in his eyes.Then suddenly, it shifted to rage, hot and uncontrollable. His control surged hard enough that my knees nearly buckled.Nearly.But I held my ground.“Bow.”I blinked, genuinely unsure if I’d heard him right. Around us, the courtyard had gone unnaturally quiet. “I’m sorry?” I said.Zandro loomed closer, his shadow swallowing mine. He was taller than I’d realized up close, broader too. He was handsome… infuriatingly so. His storm-grey eyes dragged over me slowly, like he was measuring how easily I could be broken.“You ran into me,” he said. His voice thick with restrained anger. “Then you spoke out of turn.”“I apologized.”He laughed once, low and humorless. “That wasn’t an apology. Do it with a bow”I felt a mixtur

Willow's povAlaric didn’t ask before lifting me.One moment my knees buckled, the next his arm was behind my back and I was off the ground, my body pressed hard against his chest. Gasps rippled through the sparring hall, but Alaric didn’t slow, didn’t explain, didn’t look at anyone except straight ahead.His grip was firm, unyielding in a way that made my breath hitch.I could still feel Zandro’s scent on my skin. Dominance that had soaked into me like a bruise I didn’t know how to explain. And when Alaric passed him, I felt the tension. The jealousy snapping through the air like a live wire.Zandro’s voice followed us. “Careful, Alaric. She didn’t tap out.”Alaric didn’t turn. His jaw tightened instead. “She doesn’t need to.”That shut him up.He carried me through the halls like I weighed nothing, his steps controlled, his arm locked around my waist. Every place I touched him felt magnified...his chest rising beneath my cheek, the heat of his skin through his uniform, the subtl

Willow’s POVI stand in the middle of my cramped dorm, a towel wrapped loosely around my body, followed by the droplets of water tracing lazy paths down my collarbone, my thighs. I thought taking a shower would wash it all the way. Their scents. The way their dominance pressed into me during the drill, layer after layer, until I felt like I was drowning in it. Zandro’s scent still lingers in my nostrils, mixed with Ronan’s heat and fury. Lucien’s cool mint edge, Alaric’s steady warmth, Nyx following me like a goddamn shadow. Five pulls. Five hungers that my wolf won’t let me forget.She paces inside me now, her restless claws scraping against my ribs, a low growl building in my chest.No!Get a hold of yourself, Willow!My legs tremble as I move toward the bed, intending to collapse and force sleep to come. But skin feels too alive, too sensitive. Every brush of the towel sends sparks low in my belly, heat blooming where it shouldn’t. I drop the towel, and let it fall to the floor,