LOGIN“Knock, knock,” suddenly dad knocked on the kitchen door while simultaneously voicing it out.
I quickly moved backwards from Thane with him leaving my jacket and backing them, I had no doubt he was hiding his boner. Mom and dad entered the kitchen both holding each other romantically. “Are you done with the cooking?” Dad asked me, his eyes were innocent but Thane’s mom was clearly suspicious of something, the way she stared at both of us. “Yes yes,” I answered nervously, spanning out of her gaze. “I’m done with everything.” I could literally feel her eyeballs penetrating through my soul even though I wasn’t staring at her, “Why are you wearing Thane’s jacket?” she finally mouthed with a heavy tone on the matter. I was lost for words, my head started working overtime to generate a lie. “You feel more comfortable in your brother’s jacket?” my dad played it off as light. He never noticed the tension around us at home, as alpha of the pack, he was always busy. “Yes,” I answered hastily before he could even finish his sentence. “Go up, take a bath and get dressed. The guests must be on their way by now,” dad ordered. I nodded and walked past them heading up the stairs with a sigh of relief. The embarrassing thing is that I actually loved the way his dick felt against me. But he was my stepbrother, I have to control my urges. He looked stiff when mom came to him, he couldn’t even look in her eyes, she’ve probably noticed a long time ago and warned them against it. But oh my god! Her sons are literally so fine, I wanna meet their dad. I pushed my door open, got in and immediately shut it. For some reason I was excited about everything that had happened today. I loved the adrenaline that ran through my vain, their faces when they saw me and their wolf smell, it always got me wet. How come they were mateless? Such tall handsome gentlemen. I took his jacket off and sniffed it. God! This was so embarrassing but I needed it. I wish I could get crushed by them, all four of them at once. I took off my shorts, and then fell flat on the bed with my hands spread apart, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I stopped since I was living with four men who could make me wet with their presence at any time, it was a waste of underwear. I suddenly sat up and stared at my vagina, it was sucking wet. It was right there in front of me. I reached for it and started fingering myself. In a couple seconds I started rubbing my left nipple alongside, with my other hand. It kinda felt good and naughty at the same time. How do I tell people I was masturbating to the thought of my stepbrothers? Suddenly my door swung open revealing my stepbrothers. “What the fuck!” I shouted and quickly pulled up my blanket to cover myself. It was Zane, Axel and Thane, they froze for a second in shock then Axel acted like it didn’t just happen. “Hey stepsister,” he said with a laughing grin, “it’s time for the traditional ritual.” “Oh my god, not again,” I expressed audibly. “Kris suggested we don't do it this year and let you go,” Zane stepped forward and spoke. “We tied Kris up.” Of course, Kris was the nicest to me. I hated every last one of them, but him less. “Guess your punishment this year?” Zane continued, he was the most vile, and also the one who usually announces the punishments for their ritual. “As a tradition of the Brad family boys, every anniversary, we pick a punishment as a ritual for you joining our family,” Axel gave the same old speech they gave every year. Basically, they were just punishing me for allowing my dad to fall in love with their mother and giving her a different surname and giving them a sister. The punishment I had on the wedding night was by far the worst, they basically kidnapped me and told me not to report. “So this year your punishment is—“ “Guys,” I cut them off, “seriously? I’m covered in a bed sheet, can’t you come back later?” “What?” Zane played it off. “I'm literally naked under,” I repeated. “You act like you don’t want that,” he said bluntly. Suspense fell on the room with everyone looking away. “Guys you can all stop pretending,” he doubled down. “I’ve seen the way you all looked at her and the way she looks at you.” Zane was insane. He was very straightforward whether he was scolding you or praising you. The problem is, he never praises anyone and he was the one most least interested in me. I could exactly tell. Maybe he had conflicted feelings. Thane held him and whispered in his ears when he pushed his head back, “Whatever dude.” He turned back to me, “So you wanna do your punishment with or without clothes this year? I’m sure you bunch of godforsaken lovers will enjoy yourselves.” He threw a jab at his brothers. So basically this dude was asking if I wanted to fulfill my fantasies. Do I say no? Will he tell mom and dad whatever happens here?Branches clawed at my arms and face as I ran. My lungs burned, legs shaking so badly I thought they’d buckle with every step. Sweat stung my eyes, soaked my shirt, and plastered hair to my neck. I didn’t dare look back. I couldn’t stop. If I stopped, Kris’s scream would catch up to me, or worse…the thing inside him would.The village edge appeared through the trees like a promise. I burst into the clearing, gasping, stumbling, almost falling. As I entered through the entrance, faces turned to me. Whispers rippled. I didn’t care.Zane was already moving toward me, shirtless, heaving, skin streaked with dirt and drying blood from the gash on his forehead. His eyes were black, furious, searching every inch of me before he reached me.He didn’t speak. Just cupped my face with both hands and kissed me hard, tasting like salt and fear and relief. Then he scooped me up, one arm under my knees, the other around my back, holding me against his chest like I might disappear again.“You okay?”
Kris bent down without warning, hooked one arm behind my knees and the other around my back, and hoisted me up onto his shoulder like I weighed nothing. My stomach pressed against the hard ridge of his muscle, my head dangled down his back. The world tilted beneath me…dirt path, bushes, Zane’s still body shrinking behind us as he took me away.Two lycans stepped out from the thick bushes, moving towards us, their eyes fierce and dangerous. They were tall, scarred, dressed in leader clothes filled with furs.They look like scouts. One clapped slowly, the sound sharp in the quiet forest. The other grinned.“Good work, Kris,” the first one said, voice low and approving. “The Lycan king will be pleased. We were beginning to think we’d be hanging out here and waiting on you forever.”Kris didn’t answer. He just adjusted his grip on my thighs and kept walking, boots crunching leaves.They were waiting?My head banged. How did he? I thought no one knew the location of the village except for
The spear tip hovered an inch from Zane’s throat. One twitch and blood would spill.I couldn’t breathe. My feet moved before my brain caught up.“Stop,” I said, voice cracking but loud enough to cut through. I pushed between Zane and the spear, palms raised. “Just stop. Please.”Zane’s hand shot to my shoulder, trying to shove me back. “Willow…”“No.” I shook him off, heart slamming so hard I thought it would bruise my ribs. “No more blood. Not today. Not any of you.”The men didn’t lower the spears. Their eyes stayed cold, locked on us.“I’d go with them," my lips moved before I realized. I just wanted to end it all. It was too much.“You're not going with them," Zane argued.“No she's not," Thane gripped my waist gently and pulled me back. “Willow stays with us.""Then none of you are going anywhere,” the man in front shouted. "You're not walking past us."Axel stepped forward, calm, almost bored. “You want one person to stay behind, right? Fine. Take me. Leave the rest.”The lead m
I woke to the sound of the birds whistling outside, yawning with my mouth wide open before looking around.Somehow we’d all ended up on the couch last night, too wired to separate, too tired to care about comfort.The four of them had arranged themselves around me like a living barricade, Kris stretched out at one end, legs hanging off, Thane curled against the armrest on my left, Axel half-slumped on the floor with his back to the couch legs, Zane sprawled closest to me, one arm thrown across the backrest.Kris turned around to me, realizing I had woken up. I was second to wake before the others stretched and opened their eyes.The morning sun slipped through the little splintered holes in the boarded window, throwing thin golden spears across the dusty floor and over their faces. Dust motes drifted in the light like tiny ghosts.No one spoke.Kris stirred first. A low, rumbling yawn broke the quiet. He rubbed a hand over his face, eyes still heavy. His eyes met mine again, he looked
The door creaked open just wide enough for the violent elder to step inside. No one else followed. He stood there alone, broad shoulders filling the frame, the same man who’d thrown himself between us and the mob earlier. His eyes swept the room, over Zane’s hand still hovering near his knife, over Kris blocking me like a shield, over Thane’s barely-contained fury, over Axel’s watchful silence.He grinned and raised both palms in a slow, deliberate gesture.“I’m not here to fight,” he said, voice rough as gravel. “No judgment yet. I came alone. Close the door.”Zane didn’t move for a second, then nodded once. Axel reached past and pushed it shut with a soft click that felt louder than it should have.The elder exhaled through his nose and looked straight at Zane. “I need to know the plan. Not the pretty words you threw at the crowd. The real one. How do you four, and the girl actually intend to bring down the Lycan king? I’m old,” he grabbed the arm of the couch and sat down.“I’m ti
The violent elder…the one who had just declared he would fight alongside us…shoved his way between Zane and the surging crowd, arms spread wide like he could physically hold back the tide of rage.“Enough!” he bellowed, voice cutting through the air. “Think, all of you! Before you spill blood and doom every last soul here. What madness is this?”He jabbed a thick finger toward Zane and me, then swept it across Kris, Thane, and Axel, who still stood half-shifted, claws gleaming, eyes molten gold.“These boys aren’t just outcasts. They’re royal blood. Princes of the old line. Heir to the stolen throne. Don't we ought to give them a little respect?”The crowd faltered, murmurs turning uncertain. A few in the back lowered their weapons, others tightened their grips.Zane’s jaw clenched, “Respect,” he chuckled. "Such flattery."The elder rounded on him, “Shut up boy," the old man threw a jab at him. “Right now half this village wants your head on a spike. The least you can do is not make t







