ログイン⚠️ WARNING TABOO REVERSE HAREM MORALLY GREY MEN EXPLICIT CONTENTS Kaela knew better than to trust the mate bond. But she never expected it to strike in the middle of a massacre—or to bind her to Ronan Kingsley, the savage Alpha King who just put her pack to the sword. She thought her nightmare peaked when he dragged her to his bed. Then she met Blaise. Twin Alphas. Identical sharp features, identical terrifying power, and an identical, dark hunger for the half-blood girl with no wolf of her own. Trapped in their stronghold, chained by enchanted silver and forced through a heat she can’t control, Kaela’s mind screams for escape while her body surrenders to every touch, every kiss, and every ruthless demand. They don't ask for her heart. They demand her total submission. And between Ronan’s brutal possession and Blaise’s smiling torment, Kaela is drowning in a dual claim that feels less like a blessing—and more like exquisite, ruined sin. Note: Both third-person and first-person POV are mixed. Whenever it is written in first-person POV, it is Kaela’s POV.
もっと見るIt did not take long for Kaela to learn exactly what kind of ceremony the Kingsley twins had been speaking of.“Get up.”A woman’s sharp voice cut through the last remnants of sleep. Rough hands dragged her from the bed. Kaela’s knees hit the floor before she fully registered what was happening. The silver chains that had bound her for days fell away with a heavy clatter. Freedom lasted only a heartbeat.Four women—werewolves, strong and efficient—hauled her upright and marched her into an adjoining washroom. Steam already curled from a large copper tub filled with hot, scented water.“The Alpha and his brother are waiting,” one of them said, voice softer than the others. Something like pity flickered across her face.They stripped her without ceremony and forced her into the water. Heat enveloped tender, bruised skin. Kaela hissed, but the women gave her no time to adjust. Scratchy sponges scraped across her shoulders, down her back, over every inch of her body.“I can do it myself—”
“Fuck you!”Kaela spat. The glob of saliva struck Blaise’s cheek before he could turn away. For one brief, vicious second she felt satisfaction.It died the moment he went still.Blaise wiped the spit from his face with two fingers, then deliberately smeared it back across her cheek. The gentle mask he had worn melted away completely.He hauled her upright until she was forced to kneel on the mattress, knees spread, arms wrenched behind her back by the chains. The position stretched every muscle in her shoulders and spine. Worse, it forced her to lean forward for balance, leaving the open neckline of her thin shift gaping. His gaze dropped and stayed there without apology.A slow, cold smile curved his mouth.“I’ll remember this,” he said, fingers digging hard into her jaw. “Naughty girls get punished. You’ll stay exactly like this until I decide otherwise.”His eyes flashed molten silver.To her horror, her body obeyed. Limbs locked. Muscles refused every command to move. She remaine
“Monster?”Ronan echoed the word as if tasting it. A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. He let the steel poker fall. It struck stone with a sharp, final clatter. Then he stepped over Lydia’s body without a glance, as though she were nothing more than another piece of debris in a ruined hall.“My dear,” he said softly, “you can only imagine.”Pebbles ground beneath his boots. Around them the pack territory still screamed—war cries, dying howls, the wet sound of blades meeting flesh. Blood painted the streets in thick, glistening rivers under the firelight.“Don’t mistake me, little rabbit. I am no angel.”He dropped to one knee in front of her. The back of one finger traced a slow path down her cheek. Every place he touched ignited—pleasure and revulsion tangled so tightly she could no longer separate them. Only when his hand fell away did she realize tears were already sliding down her face.“She was my friend,” Kaela whispered, voice raw. “You killed my only friend.”“Friend?” Ronan
Blood.It coated her tongue like iron and salt, a taste she had long since stopped fearing. The sting across her cheek still burned from the blow, sharp and precise. Vivienne never held back.“How dare you look at me like that?” Vivienne’s voice dripped venom as she leaned in, fingers clamping around Kaela’s jaw. Nails bit deep enough to promise blood. “Who do you think you are? How dare you put your name forward for the Selection?”Kaela spat. The mixture of blood and spit streaked across Vivienne’s carefully painted face, ruining the perfect mask of foundation.“You—”“I didn’t,” Kaela cut in, voice low and steady. “Believe whatever makes you sleep better.”Vivienne’s lip curled. She shoved hard. Kaela hit the cold stone floor, palms scraping raw against the rough surface as she skidded. Before she could rise, a stiletto heel drove into the back of her hand. Bone and flesh gave under the pressure. A raw cry tore from her throat.“You’re nothing,” Vivienne hissed. “Half-blood trash.
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