Vicky had always been a charming beauty in front of outsiders, and a gentle and considerate lover in front of my brother. Only I knew what kind of person she was in private. Her temper was not good. In front of my brother, she mostly ordered me to do something. But once, when my brother was away, Vicky said some strange things to me and almost hit me. Since then, I had avoided being alone with her.
Vicky was more scary than my brother to me. After all, my brother won't really hit me.
I was puzzled. Now only my brother and I depend on each other. Vicky wanted to marry my brother. I was the only relative of my brother, shouldn't she be nice to me? Why did she always bully me and regard me as the enemy? Was it because my brother said something to her? Did my brother let her do this to me? I was sorry to think of this.
"I want some beef." Vicky looked at me and ordered as if she was the hostess here.
She was leaning on my brother in her underwear. Her body was covered with hickeys.
I looked up at my brother. He sat on the sofa, his face void of emotion. He didn't say a word, but I know what he meant.
I lowered my head and said, "I see."
"I'm so hungry. Make dinner quickly." She continued.
I nodded and went toward the kitchen.
"Put on your clothes and leave. "Osborn said to Vicky.
"What? " Vicky shouted in disbelief.
I turned around and saw my brother putting on his coat.
"Put your clothes back on and move along. I have an errand to run.” Osborn said in a cold voice.
"Where are you going? You want to go to Night’s Café, right?" Vicky said with red eyes.
"It's none of your business." Osborn did not deny it. He pushed the door and went out.
What a cruel man! I thought.
Tears were trickling down Vicky’s cheeks. Sensing my sight, she gave me a fierce stare.
I turned around and went into the kitchen. Then I heard the door slam shut.
I looked into the living room and Vicky was gone. It seemed that she went after my brother.
Night’s Café was a nightclub, on the edge of our pack. Osborn often went there to hunt for beauties. Osborn went to the nightclub to meet other women just after he had sex with Vicky. No wonder Vicky was so angry.
I lay on my bed in the room and thought back to what I just saw. Everything was so hot. So fucking hot. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, and I wiped them off with the back of my hand.
I wanted a man to mark me. Needed him to mark me now. Another wave of heat hit me, making me pant for something—anything—cool.
I stumbled downstairs to the second floor, flung open the bathroom door, started the cold water, and watched it fill up the bathtub. When the bath was half-full, I jumped in, unable to resist it. It was cold—freezing almost—but it didn’t stop that lingering ache.
I wanted to be marked and satisfied. Sexual desire had not been satisfied, and the heat in my body had become a kind of torture.
Why the fuck did this hurt so bad? Why the hell was my life like this?
I didn't understand what I did wrong and why I had to live like a slave. My mother died, and the other family members were very indifferent to me. I wasn't allowed to go to school. I was busy with chores every day.
I ever shifted into my pure white wolf. My fur was thin and mattered, my wolf incredibly small and fragile and I looked like I had been starved for months. No one would want to be my mate. I would suffer this pain until I died.
My heart ached, and when the cold water wasn’t doing it for me anymore, I turned the faucet back on, and rested the crook of my neck right on the rushing water, letting it cool me slightly. The bath filled until the water was sloshing over the edge.
I leaned back and groaned loudly. This was too much. Too fucking much.
In a bath full of cold water, I was sweating. No goosebumps, just pure beads of sweat. My wolf clawed her way through me. I needed to get out. Out of here. Now.
Mate. I needed to find a mate. My mate. Any mate.
I jumped out of the water, trying to fight my wolf, but not being able. I landed on all fours and shifted into my wolf, listening to my bones crack but not feeling anything other than this heat. She sprinted to the door, on her hands and feet like the wild fucking animal she was.
She growled at the dressers in front of the door, shook away the sweat, and clawed at the wood. Small pieces jammed into the pads of our paws, but she didn’t care. Over and over and over, our claws dug into it, destroying it and ripping it to pieces.
Stop, I demanded, but my wolf didn’t listen.
Mate. Need mate. Need a mate now.
I could barely breathe. All this fur was making it warmer, hotter, and dryer. She continued to claw and claw, and I wished my brother would just break through the door and save me at any moment.
My head hurt. My vision blurred.
After what seemed like hours with no success, I whimpered. I begged my wolf to stop. I couldn’t handle it. She was suffocating me.
Wave after wave of heat rolled through me. I shifted and lay on the warm ground, tears rolling down my cheeks. I rolled into a ball, then stretched out—unable to find a comfortable position.
I stumbled to my feet and away from the door, so I couldn’t move the dressers myself. Honestly, at this point, I didn’t even think I had enough strength to do that. I eyed the one by the window which had been untouched by my wolf. And a part of me wanted to just hurl myself out of the window, smack against the ground, and pass out.
Everything was more intense than it had been and much hotter. So much hotter.
Cool down. My wolf said.
I jumped out of a second-floor window. I had to go to the lake nearby. Maybe I could avoid being crazy by the heat when I was soaked in the lake.
After soaking in the lake for a whole hour, the heat in my body came down. I endured great pain and shifted back into my human form. It was late at night. I felt cold and hungry, but I dared not go back.When I lost control, I shifted into my pure white wolf in the bathroom on the second floor. I made a mess of the bathroom. When Osborn came back from the nightclub and found out what I had done, I might be badly punished.Although I might have to go hungry, sleep in the attic, and be scolded, I had to go back. I dared not spend the night outside.During this period, our pack was not safe. It was said that some rogues could sneak into our pack at night by escaping the patrol personnel by some means.Recently, young girls had been missing from our pack. It was said that they were all abducted by rogues outside in the middle of the night.Since my father was killed by rogues at the edge of the territory, my brother hated rogues. Any rogues who broke into our territory would be killed. It
Osborn’s POVVicky's moans echoed in the living room.She was one of my lovers. A few hours ago, she was still having a good time with me. Now, she was gang raped by rogues. But I had no sympathy for what she was experiencing at the moment.Because of her father, the missing girls in the pack might be suffering somewhere now.Fortunately, Tracy was not at home now. Tracy was adopted and thus unrelated to me by blood.Since my father, Randolph, the last Alpha of our pack, was killed by rogues, I and Tracy had depended on each other for survival. Teresa, Tracy's mother, died in childbirth when giving birth to Tracy, and Aesop Tyler, Tracy's father, was the Beta of our pack. He was my father's best friend, but he betrayed our pack. He was finally killed by Kincaid.Moreover, everyone was little known about Teresa. They only knew that she was Aesop's mate. She also seldom interacted with others and no one knew where she came from.The news that Teresa died in childbirth was also told by
I never thought that my father would die. On the night when I came of age, my father was killed by rogues.When I hurried home, I only saw my father's cold body. The warriors on patrol said that they smelled a strange scent at the place where my father's body was found. Therefore, they concluded that my father died at the hands of rogues.At that time, I was young, and immersed in sadness, and I believed in what those people said.After my father died, I had to shoulder the future of the whole pack and take responsibility for my people. When I really became the leader of the pack, I found that it was so tiring to become an alpha.Under the protection of my father, I had always lived a carefree life, and I was not clear about the affairs of the pack. Now I had taken over many things at once, and I didn't know how to deal with them.At that time, both Beta Otto and I just came of age and had no experience. After half a year, when I really had a general understanding of the situation in
I was upset and planned to have a drink in Night's Café. But in the toilet compartment of the nightclub, I saw Harrison covered in blood. I recognized him at a glance. After all, he was the notorious leader of rogues. Why did he appear here? What did he want to do?When he saw me, he did not escape, but walked towards me with a smile. Although he was covered with blood, he still looked calm and calm. Indeed, as the rumors said, he was a complete madman and a dangerous person.He came up to me and stopped. I was tense and ready to fight at any time.What surprised me more was that he asked me for help. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe what he said.He told me that he was being chased by Kincaid. His deputy, Grover, betrayed him and worked with Kincaid to kill him.He said he was hiding here just to wait for me. He bore the suspicion of killing my father, but he came to me. I didn't understand why Harrison was so bold. Even though Kincaid and I were enemies, it did not mean that I woul
Tracy’s POVI held my breath and stood outside the window, shivering. If they found me, I would be dead meat. Even if I was not killed, I might become their sex slave just like Vicky.I thought of a terrible thing. Were those missing girls also captured by them as sex slaves? Were they tortured like this? And what role did my brother play in this? He was the alpha in our bag, and our father died at the hands of rogues. Did he forget the blood feud between us and rogues? How could he collude with rogues?When did he get in touch with these rogues? Why did he do that? How could he use the girls of our pack to trade with those rogues!I quietly watched what happened inside, trying not to make a sound. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't move. Although I thought the gang rape inside was cruel, I couldn't take my eyes off the people inside.After a while, most of these men went to the sofa next to rest. Only one man was still playing with Vicky.That man went up and said a few words to Osbor
This was ridiculous! My brother, Osborn, was my mate. The only person I feared most was my mate. When I was a child, when I was in despair, I dreamed that I would find a mate to take me out of my pack in the future. Later, as I grew older, I was rarely allowed to go out of our house. I gradually gave up the idea of looking for a mate. I thought that I would never find a mate in my life, and I would be tortured by the heat every month until I dead.No wonder wetness pooled between my legs when I saw my brother having sex with Vicky. It was not because I was dissolute, but because my wolf smelled the scent of my mate. I went into heat when my mate was fucking another woman.Everyone knew that My brother, Osborn, had many lovers. His lovers talked about how big his dick was and how good his skills in bed in public. It was known that he was lecherous.I didn't expect such a terrible man to be my mate. Besides, he was my brother. I couldn't accept sleeping with my own brother. That was com
I went into heat! I felt I was burning. So hot! I took off my wet dress and moved my hand on my boobs and squeezed it. I imagined that my mate was squeezing my boobs now and I moaned loudly.Then I took off my bra slowly. I moved my fingers on my erect nipples and pinched them. But it couldn’t satisfy me.Then I took off my underpants and moved my finger to my wet pussy touching slowly from above my G-string carefully. I did it carefully because I didn’t want to lose my virginity. I moaned his name.Very soon, I had an orgasm. I just breathed a sigh of relief, but another wave of heat rose again in my body. I know that an orgasm couldn't satisfy me. This was the torture of the estrus. During this period, I smelled the scent of my mate, but I didn't have sex with him or be marked by him. It made me feel worse.I gritted my teeth and prepared to jump into the lake again. But when I looked up, I saw a familiar man standing under the tree not far away and looking at me quietly.I froze in
Osborn’s POVIn fact, I knew Tracy was back as soon as she got home, because I clearly smelled a sweet and sour scent which seemed to remind me of orange. I loved oranges. That was the scent my mate had.I was relieved to find Tracy was not at home when I brought Harrison and his men back. I didn't expect Tracy to come back at this time.I was extremely worried. Although Harrison and I had reached an agreement, these rogues were very cruel. They might eat their words and became my enemies at any time.I knew that cooperating with them was like asking a tiger for its skin. But now the situation in the pack was very critical. I had to cooperate with them. I wanted them to make trouble to hold Kincaid back and buy me more time. I couldn't ensure that I could get out of it unharmed. I was not sure I could protect Tracy in front of them. Therefore, I didn't want them to see Tracy. I just hoped Tracy could leave soon.Listening to Vicky's moans in the living room and looking at the scene of