The Alphas Who Owned Her

"Wider. Now."

Her hands fisted in the silk sheets.

She wanted to refuse. Wanted to tell him to go to hell. Wanted to do anything except obey.

But she couldn’t.

Because refusing meant her pack got destroyed. Refusing meant everything her father died for became worthless.

So she spread her legs wider.

Wider than she thought possible. Opening herself completely to his cold silver gaze.

"Good girl," Killian said, and the praise felt like a slap across her face. "Now keep them exactly like that while I fuck you. Move even an inch and I start over."

He didn’t wait for a response.

Didn’t give her time to brace herself.

He gripped her hips with both hands....fingers digging in hard enough to bruise immediately and slammed inside her in one brutal thrust that knocked every bit of air from her lungs.

Gwen screamed.

The stretch was immediate and devastating. He was huge, thicker and longer than anything she’d ever taken.....and he gave her absolutely no time to adjust. Just buried himself to the hilt and held there, his silver eyes locked on her face, watching every expression that crossed it with scientific precision.

"Tight," he observed, his voice still that same cold clinical tone like he was discussing the weather. "Very tight for a wolfless whore." His hips pulled back slightly then slammed forward again, forcing another scream from her throat. "Tell me, did your father know what kind of daughter he raised? Did he know you’d end up here, spread open and screaming on my cock?"

The words landed like physical blows.

"He didn’t betray anyone," she choked out, tears already streaming down her face, her voice breaking on every word. "He didn’t....he wouldn’t...."

Killian pulled back and slammed forward again. Harder this time. Brutal enough that her whole body jerked up the bed.

"Don’t lie to me," he said quietly. Dangerously. "Liars get punished worse. And trust me, little omega.....you don’t want to know what worse looks like."

He started moving then.

Not the slow build-up she’d desperately hoped for. Not any kind of gentleness or consideration. Just brutal, punishing thrusts that felt like he was trying to break her from the inside out.

Each impact sent shockwaves through her entire body. Each thrust hit so deep she felt it in her stomach. Each stroke drove home exactly what she was to them.

Payment.

Property.

Nothing.

A traitor’s daughter paying her father’s debt with her body.

"Look at how well she takes it," Barrett’s voice came from somewhere to her left, rough and approving.

Gwen turned her head through the tears and saw him standing beside the bed, completely naked, his massive frame radiating barely controlled violence. His dark eyes were fixed on where Killian was pounding into her, watching every brutal thrust with hungry intensity.

His hand was wrapped around his own cock....thick and intimidating even from here.....stroking slowly while he watched her get destroyed.

"She’s crying," Cassian observed from the other side of the bed, his golden eyes bright and feral as he looked down at her wrecked face. "Look at those tears. Fuck, I want to see more of that."

Killian’s pace increased.

Somehow, impossibly, he went harder. Faster. More vicious.

The bed shook violently with the force of it. The headboard slammed against the wall in a rhythm that echoed through the room. Gwen’s body rocked with each impact, completely at his mercy, unable to do anything except take what he gave her and scream.

"This is what you are now," Killian said, his voice still that terrifying calm despite the savage way he was using her. "This is all you’ll ever be to us. A warm hole to fuck. A body to punish. A debt to collect." He leaned down closer, his breath hot against her ear, his hips never stopping their brutal rhythm. "Say it."

She shook her head, sobbing openly now.

His hand closed around her throat.

Not squeezing. Not yet. Just holding. A promise of what would happen if she didn’t obey.

"Say. It," he repeated, each word punctuated by a vicious thrust.

"I’m...." Her voice broke completely. "I’m a warm hole for you to fuck."

"Louder." His fingers tightened slightly. Warning.

"I’m a warm hole for you to fuck!" The words came out as a scream, humiliation burning through her hotter than the unwanted pleasure building low in her belly.

"That’s better." He released her throat. "Now come on my cock like the desperate little whore you are. Show me how much a traitor’s daughter loves being used."

His hand moved between their bodies, found her clit, and pressed down hard with his thumb.

The orgasm ripped through her without permission.

She came screaming, her body convulsing around his thickness, her pussy clenching rhythmically as wave after wave of shameful pleasure crashed over her. She hated that it felt good. Hated that her body was betraying her. Hated that they could see exactly how much she was responding despite the tears, despite the pain, despite everything.

Killian kept pounding through her orgasm, prolonging it, intensifying it until she was sobbing and begging him to stop through the overwhelming sensation.

"Please....please....I can’t....no more...."

"You can," he said flatly, his pace never faltering. "And you will. Because that’s what you’re here for."

He came inside her with a grunt, burying himself as deep as possible and spilling hot and thick, marking her from the inside. When he pulled out, she felt his cum start to leak immediately, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets in thick obscene trails.

She barely had time to catch her breath before Barrett was there.

"My turn," he growled, and flipped her onto her stomach with casual, brutal strength.

He hauled her hips up roughly, positioned her on shaking hands and knees, and she felt the thick blunt head of his cock pressing against her already abused entrance.

"Wait...." she started, her voice hoarse and wrecked.

He slammed inside in one devastating thrust.

She screamed into the sheets, her arms nearly buckling from the force of it. He was even bigger than Killian....impossibly thick, stretching her beyond what should be possible, and he gave her absolutely no mercy. No pause. No consideration.

"Fuck, she feels good," Barrett groaned, his massive hands gripping her hips so hard she knew there would be perfect handprints bruised into her skin tomorrow. "Tight little cunt still gripping me even after Killian wrecked it. You’re made for this, aren’t you omega?"

He started moving and it was devastating.

Each thrust was harder than Killian’s had been. Each impact felt like he was trying to split her in half. His pace was brutal and relentless, using her body like she was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.

"You know what I love about wolfless omegas?" he said conversationally, like he wasn’t currently destroying her. "They can’t shift to heal. Which means every mark we leave on your body will last for weeks."

He emphasized his point with a vicious spank that cracked through the room like a gunshot.

Gwen cried out, her whole body jerking forward from the impact.

"Every bruise," Barrett continued, spanking her again on the other side. "Every bite." Another brutal slap. "Every handprint." And another. "You’ll carry our marks long after you leave this estate. If we let you leave at all."

"She’s not leaving," Cassian said, his voice closer now, and suddenly he was in front of her, kneeling on the bed with his thick cock right at eye level.

He gripped her hair roughly, forcing her head up, making her look at him through tear-blurred eyes.

"Not until we’re done with her," he continued, his golden eyes glowing with feral hunger. "Not until we’ve fucked every hole and heard every scream and used her up completely."

He tightened his grip on her hair painfully.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

She shook her head, trying to pull back despite knowing it was useless.

His grip tightened until it felt like he was going to rip the hair from her scalp. "I said open your fucking mouth, omega."

Barrett’s hand came down on her ass again....a brutal spank that made her gasp.

Cassian used the opening immediately, shoving his cock past her lips the second her mouth opened.

"That’s it," he groaned, pushing deeper without pause. "Take it. Choke on it. Show me what that pretty traitor’s daughter mouth can do."

Gwen gagged violently as he hit the back of her throat, fresh tears streaming down her face, but he didn’t stop. Just kept pushing, kept forcing his way deeper while Barrett pounded into her from behind with savage intensity.

She couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

Couldn’t do anything except take it.

Take everything they gave her.

"Look at her," Killian’s voice came from somewhere nearby, cold and satisfied. "Completely ruined. Crying and choking and still taking both of us. This is exactly where a traitor’s daughter belongs."

Barrett’s pace increased, his breathing getting rougher, his grip on her hips bruising.

"Fuck....she’s getting tighter again," he grunted. "The dirty little slut is going to come while we use her like this."

He wasn’t wrong.

Another orgasm was building despite everything. Despite the degradation. Despite the tears and the gagging and knowing this was wrong and brutal and exactly what they intended. Her body was betraying her completely, responding to the overwhelming stimulation even as her mind screamed at it to stop.

Cassian forced himself deeper down her throat, making her gag and choke and sob around his thickness. "That’s it. Take it all. Every fucking inch."

Barrett reached around and found her clit, pressing down hard while he continued to pound into her.

The orgasm hit like a freight train.

Gwen’s whole body convulsed violently, her scream muffled around Cassian’s cock, her pussy clamping down on Barrett’s thickness like a vice. It was devastating. Overwhelming. So intense it felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside.

"Fuck yes," Barrett roared. "Feel that. Feel how she’s milking my cock. Greedy little omega cunt."

Cassian’s hips stuttered, his grip on her hair tightening to the point of pain.

"Swallow it," he commanded, his voice strained. "Swallow every fucking drop."

He came down her throat and she had no choice but to swallow, choking and gagging as he pulsed in her mouth, filling it with his release.

Barrett followed seconds later, slamming deep one final time and spilling inside her with a roar that shook the room.

When they finally pulled out, Gwen collapsed onto the bed.

Completely wrecked.

Completely broken.

Cum leaking from both ends, tears soaking the sheets beneath her face, her body marked with handprints and bruises that were already darkening against her pale skin.

She couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. Just lay there shaking and sobbing quietly into the ruined silk.

"Day one," Killian said quietly from somewhere above her, his voice as cold and clinical as ever. "Twenty-nine more to go, little omega. I hope you’re ready."

Gwen closed her eyes and tried not to sob harder.

This was her punishment.

This was her father’s debt.

This was the price of being branded a traitor’s daughter.

And she had twenty-nine more days of it.

Twenty-nine more days of being used and broken and reminded exactly what she was worth to them.

Nothing.

This was Gwen Thorne’s story.

And it began the day they decided to make her pay for sins that weren’t hers.

The day she became nothing more than a body to punish.

The day the Fenwick Alphas claimed her as their revenge.