Claimed by three Alphas

They carried me like I was already theirs. My wrists burned where Aurelius gripped them. Cassian’s hands stayed firm on my waist, fingers digging just enough to remind me I could not break free. Thorne walked ahead. His long strides set the pace. Every step crushed leaves and breaking branches under his boots. No one spoke. The forest grew thicker. Branches clawed at my arms and legs. Moonlight barely reached us now. The air turned colder and heavier. Their scents wrapped around me tighter. Thorne’s metal and leather. Aurelius’s smoke and aggression. Cassian’s dark spice, quiet but everywhere. My body would not stop betraying me. Slick kept dripping. It soaked through my thin pants. Every time I shifted, the wet slide between my thighs made me clench harder. Heat pulsed low in my gut. My hole fluttered, empty and desperate. I hated it. I hated them. I hated myself most of all. We broke through a line of pines. A stone structure rose ahead. Not a house. A den. Built into the

Aurelius’s knot held for long minutes. It throbbed inside me with every heartbeat. Hot pulses of his release kept coming in slow waves. My belly felt tight and full, too full. Every small shift tugged at my rim. Sharp pleasure-pain sparked through me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I refused to beg. Finally, the knot softened. Aurelius pulled out with a wet sound. Slick and cum spilled from me. It ran down my crack and pooled on the leather beneath. I clenched on nothing again. Empty. Aching. My body hated the loss as much as it hated the fullness. Aurelius stood. He wiped sweat from his brow and grinned down at me. “Good boy. Took me like you were made for it.” I glared. No words. My throat felt raw from holding back screams. Thorne nodded toward Cassian. “Your turn.” Cassian rose from his place at my head. Slow. No rush. He moved like water. Quiet. Inevitable. He circled the bench once. His amber eyes never left me, studying. Memorizing. He stopped between my legs and l

Morning light slipped through the narrow slits in the stone walls. It was pale and cold. The fire had burned low during the night. Embers glowed red. The air smelled of smoke, sweat, and sex. I woke slowly. Body heavy. Sore in places I had never felt before. My hole throbbed with every heartbeat. A dull, deep ache. My thighs stuck together from dried slick and cum. My skin felt sticky. Marked. Thorne was already up. He stood near the hearth. Shirtless. Muscles shifting as he added wood to the fire. His back was to me. Scars crisscrossed his skin like old stories. He did not turn when I stirred. Aurelius still slept behind me. Arm heavy across my waist. Breath warm on my neck. His cock pressed soft against my ass. A lazy reminder. Cassian sat against the wall. Knees drawn up. Watching me. Always watching. I tried to sit up. Winced. Everything hurt. Thorne heard the sound. Turned. “Up,” he said. Voice flat. Command. I glared. Did not move. Aurelius woke with a grunt. Arm tigh

The next morning came too soon. Sunlight cut through the narrow slits again. Harsh. Bright. My body felt like it had been run over. Every muscle ached. My hole throbbed with a deep, constant burn. Swollen. Sensitive. The skin around my wrists and ankles showed faint red marks from the straps. Bruises bloomed on my thighs where fingers had gripped too hard. I woke alone on the furs. The alphas were gone. For one foolish second, hope flared. Maybe they had left. Maybe I could run. Then the door opened. Thorne entered first. He carried a tray. Bread. Fruit. Water. Simple food. He set it on a low table near the hearth. Aurelius followed, shirtless. His golden hair hung loose around his shoulders. A smirk already curved his lips. Cassian came last. Quiet. His eyes locked on me the moment he stepped inside. Thorne looked at me. “Eat.” I stayed where I was, curled on my side. I did not move. Aurelius laughed softly. “Still fighting. Cute.” Thorne’s expression hardened. “You did

The next few days blurred together. A routine settled in like chains I could not see. I woke in the furs. Ate what they brought. Let them touch me. Let them take me. Let them praise me. The fight inside me grew smaller each day. It did not disappear. It only hid. Quiet. Waiting. But something else woke. It started as a low hum in my belly. Warm. Restless. By midday it burned hotter. My skin flushed. Sweat beaded even in the cool air of the den. Slick poured steadily now. Not just when they touched me. It was constant. Soaking the furs. Dripping down my thighs when I walked. I knew what it was. Heat. My first real one since they claimed me. Thorne noticed first. He walked in with water and stopped suddenly. He inhaled deeply. His eyes darkened. His pupils widened. “Fuck. It’s starting.” Aurelius entered behind him. He sniffed once and groaned. “Gods. Smells like honey and sin.” Cassian followed. Silent as always. His jaw tightened, and the shape of his hardening coc