Blackthorne Academy.
1 p.m.
The gate of the Blackthorne Academy loomed ahead—like an entrance to another world. Maybe it was, because this is where the elites and the strongest warrior all over the kingdoms are groomed and trained.
Lena heart raced as Darius pulled up in the driveway just before the dormitory.
"I guess this is it," he said, stepping out and opening the car boot.
Lena stepped out too, pulling out her two boxes. She had difficulty carrying them, so Darius took it from her, carrying it like it weighed nothing. "Should I help you carry it to your dorm?" He asked, his voice calm.
"No. I'll be fine." she smiled.
Selena stepped out from the other side , her gaze sharp and cold. She pulled out her small bag, throwing her hair back and hissed under her breath, "Don't you dare try to talk to me in public? Or pretend like we are family. Understood?"
Lena didn't say a word—she just looked at her unbothered. It was a good thing. She wasn't planning on doing them even if Selena hadn't spoken about it. She nodded curtly as she watched Selena turned away and walked towards the east wing.
Darius dropped down the box with a frustrated sigh, irritated by his sister coldness. His eyes lingering longer on Lena than they should—he was going to miss her like crazy. "Good luck, Aurora."
"Thanks, brother," she said.
Darius waved her a goodbye and drove out of the hallway.
"I really am alone now," she whispered to herself, inhaling sharply.
Her eyes scanned the elegant towers of the academy before she dragged her box through the path that she thought would lead to the dorm. Students passed by her, dressed in designer clothes, each one carrying a hint of power and authority. It made her stomach twist. It seems the academy was more than she had prepared for.
After getting lost twice and asking some students who thankfully didn't snub her like the others, she finally found her dormitory.
"Lupine hall," she sighed in relief, reading the name plate on the entrance. She pushed the door to her room open and stepped inside.
Three head turned towards her—they were her dormitory mate.
Two of the girls greeted her with instant smiles, showed her to her bed and offered her a bottle of water. One had a curly hair and a brown skin glowing under the sunlight —she looked more like an African. While the other was petite, with straight black hair and glasses, hugging a textbook to her chest —a typical bookworm.
"You're our new roommate!" The curly—haired beamed. "I'm Mia, accounting major."
"I'm Quinn," the girl with glasses said with a shy smile. "Medicine and surgeon major."
"I'm Aurora," Lena said quietly. "Animal science major."
But the third lady was uninterested. She leaned by the closet, arms folded, her eyes gleaming with quiet disdain. Lena noticed and rolled her eyes. Another person like Selena.
Instead, she pulled open the closet and held up a short, glittering golden dress that would fit perfectly as a lingerie more than a dress. "Think this'll get their attention tonight?" She asked, her voice hinting that she was on a seduction mission.
Mia narrowed her eyes in disagreement. "It's a bit.... revealing, Camelia. Don't you think?"
"That's the point," Cameilla smirked, holding the dress against her body and admiring herself in the mirror. "This should get the Blackthorne triplets attention. Tonight is their birthday bash, do you know how many ladies would want their attention?"
Lena froze.
Blackthorne Triplets? Birthday bash?
The words were like a slap to her face. Her heart skipped painfully as the memories came rushing back.
"You should stop trying so hard, Cameilla," Quinn said, her voice drawing Lena out of her thoughts. "They would never notice you. You know they only date within their circles. And you are like worlds apart from them." Cameilla didn't say anything, her face only crumpled in annoyance.
"You have to come, Aurora," Mia said turning to Lena—who's been trying to keep her emotions in check. "It's the biggest party of the semester and you don't want to miss it for anything."
"Y-yeah," she breathed. "I'd love to."
Lena sat still, her fingers tightening around the bottled water. Tonight, she would see them again—the men who destroyed her life.
Tonight, she would begin her revenge, and this time they would be the one to burn.
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Blackthorne palace.
7 p. m.
At the Blackthorne mansion, the sound of moans echoed in the entire bed room. Kyra, one of their numerous slut laid on the bed, only in her lingerie, her skin tingling with anticipation. She wasn't new to this. She knew that being fucked by all three was devastatingly addictive.
"You wore red," Ronan murmured, unbuttoning his shirt with practiced ease. "You know what it does to us." He removed his trousers, and remained only in his briefs—his thick dick straining against the fabric.
Kyra's breath seized at the way his eyes pierced into her soul—hungry and unforgiving.
"She wanted to be devoured," Kieran who was already naked, climbed on the bed stroking his cock—which was dripping with precum. "It's our birthday gift, huh?"
"She's trembling already," Soren dipped his hand between her thighs and ripped off her panties with urgency. "And fuck, she's soaked." He noticed the thick dent on the panties and place it in his nose, sniffing it like the smell of her arousal was the only thing keeping him sane. "god, you smell like heaven and sin."
Kyra gasped, her thighs instinctively parting for him. She liked the way her body and soul belonged to them.
Ronan climbed on the bed and unclasped her bra with one hand, and quickly closed his mouth around her nipples as if he owned it. Kieran leaned over her head, his tongue tracing her lips before thrusting deep into her mouth and kissed her hungrily until she was drunk with sensation. Soren pushed two of his middle fingers inside her pussy, thrusting in and out of her wet, clean-shaved pussy.
"Hmmmmm," kyra moaned, her head falling back, arching into their touches. god, they played her body too well—like an instrument.
Ronan pinched her nipples at the same time and his hands squeezing her breasts. Soren added one more finger, thrusting deeper, hitting her G-spot and rubbing her clit in tight circles.
They took turns teasing her, edging her, worshiping and wrecking her. Ronan handled her breasts. Kieran was kissing her liked crazy. Soren was finger fucking her.
"Be a good girl and come all over our fucking finger," Kieran growled, pulling back from the kiss.
Of course, Kyra obeyed. She shattered on Soren's fingers, gasping their names like a prayer.
Soren pulled out his glistening fingers out of her pussy. "Share," he commanded.
Each brother took one finger, licking it slowly like their favourite candy.
"Fuck, Kyra!" Ronan growled, as the taste of the cream filled his tongue. "Always so sweet."
"Now." Kieran moved towards the ensuite bathroom. "Let's prepare for our birthday bash."
The classroom was filled with soft whispers, the air carrying the smell of books, paper, and too many people in one space. Professor Halden, a tall man with grey hair and glasses that were always sliding down his nose, walked to the front with the calm confidence of someone who had taught for many years. When he began to speak, his deep voice would always draw attention, as if he were telling a story you couldn’t stop listening to.“Good morning class.” His voice boomed through the room, commanding everyone's attention.“Good morning professor,” they all responded. Today,” he began, writing The Evolution of Werewolf Packs on the board in neat, precise strokes, “we will discuss the role of the Alpha in ancient pack hierarchies.”He adjusted his glasses and turned to face the class. “Werewolves, contrary to popular myth, are not just driven by instinct. Pack structure is complex, rooted in loyalty, territory, and the mating bond….”Ronan wasn’t listening. Neither were his brothers. It
The drive was too quiet for Lena’s liking. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers twisting together, and her eyes were glued to the window even though nothing out there could really hold her focus. Soren, sitting beside her, kept glancing over every few seconds, picking up on something in her body language she couldn’t hide.“You okay?” he finally asked, voice gentle.Lena forced a smile. “I’m fine.”Soren wasn’t convinced, but before he could say more, Kieran reached across from the driver’s seat and placed a warm, steady hand against her forehead. The touch was so sudden she jerked back a bit, trying to swat him away.“Stay still,” he ordered, voice low. Lena froze under his palm, heat prickling her cheeks.Kieran’s brows drew together in focus as if measuring her temperature with that Alpha sense of his. “Normal,” he finally said, pulling away and glancing at his brothers.Ronan snorted from the back seat, arms folded. “If she’s sick, let her be sick. It’s none of my business.”Lena
Lena stood still, wondering how Kael got to know her deepest secret. What if he is aware of all her plans of revenge? Just when she was about to take her leave, Kael appeared again. He bowed slightly, “I just feel that you should know a bit about me and my little experience with the Aphas. This isn't the time to run.” Lena took a single step closer, her bare feet barely making a sound on the cold marble floor. Her heart beat so loudly she could hear it in her ears, but she didn’t flinch, this is not the time to panic. She kept her gaze locked on Kael.There was no use pretending anymore. She’d been caught.“How did you find out about me?” Her voice was quiet, her breathing became rapid.Kael leaned against the wooden pillar beside him, arms folded across his chest, his eyes were sharp, like he’d been waiting for this moment.“I know everything,” he said simply, like it was nothing.Lena tried to speak but no words came out. A strange chill danced down her spine. She has known Kael
Lena felt the words slip from her lips before her brain could catch up.“You’re… beautiful.”As soon as she said it, she wished she could take her words back. She froze, her breath caught, and she scolded herself. Gosh! Why did I say such a thing?Ronan turned to her slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face, “Careful, don’t fall for me, nothing will ever work between us , little wolf.”He sounded like he was teasing, but there was something serious in his eyes. She could see it. He continued, “You’d be nothing more than my mate. Nothing more than a command from the Goddess. I didn’t choose you.”Lena didn’t blink. But she saw the way his fingers curled like he was restraining himself from doing something dangerous. It could be visibly seen in his eyes that he was lying. A small smile tugged at her lips. “Then let’s make it hurt,” she said softly and kissed him. Ronan's eyes wide in shock. She felt his surprise melt into hunger. His arms gripped her waist, pushed her close to h
The Taste of ControlRonan's gaze was fixed on Lena. His gaze kept going to her cleavage and he watched openly as if he had every right to. She had purposefully left it open so they could be easily distracted. Her journey of revenge has started and that was just the starting point. Ronan's wolf growled inside of him, filled with the urge to claim her, take her, make her his, but his hands tightened into fists as he tried to stay in control.“Not now. Not yet.” He thought. Like an untamed animal in a cage he stifled the desire deep within himself preventing it from escaping. However, he could still smell her soft skin, and the musky sweet smell of her sweat which surrounded his senses like a fog. And he could feel his cock hardening in spite of all his restraint, he wanted her so badly. But no matter what, he wouldn't let her see his longing for her, he had to fight it. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Instead, he tilted his head and smirked, voice cutting through the silence,
Kieran’s jaw tightened a bit when he saw Lena narrowing her eyes at him. She didn’t say anything, but he could tell from the look on her face that she didn’t believe him and was starting to get suspicious.“Well, you don't have to bother too much about that because it's nothing and there’s no more to it. Just that it's a belief that your mate should stay by your side no matter what,” he said, in a casual tone. Lena tilted her head. “Really?” she asked, softly but pointedly. “Just a belief? That your mates should stay by your side no matter what?”Kieran avoided her eyes. Thinking of the next thing to say. His body was too still.“You’re lying,” she said.His gaze snapped to hers.“You hesitated.” Lena folded her arms, her voice sharper now. “Ronan despises me. The Elders practically call me an abomination just because I have three mates. So why are you three still so obsessed with keeping me here?”Kieran was quiet for a while, he tried to speak but no words came out. Finally, he spo