The Breeder Luna And Her Three Mates - A Werewolf Erotica

Amaya’s POV “Run. Just bloody run.”I don’t know if I’m speaking out loud or if the words are trapped inside my head where everything else is screaming. My bare feet slam against roots and rocks, tearing open, but I did not stop, not even for ones. The facility’s antiseptic smell still clings to my skin, mixing with the copper tang of blood, mine, maybe someone else’s. I don’t remember anymore, I just want to get out of this place.Branches claw at my arms, my face, my thighs through the thin medical gown that’s all they left me. Each scratch burns, but it’s nothing compared to the fire they put inside me. The injections. The restraints. The cold metal table and the faceless masks hovering over me while my body betrayed me, over and over again, burning from the inside out during those forced heats.“Please ..no more..”Was that me? Or was it Sera?I stumble, catch myself against a tree trunk. Bark bites into my palms. Sera. Oh dense, Sera. Her screams are still echoing in my ears, hi

Amaya POV I ran before I could even think of anything.My feet slam against hallway floors, not caring who sees me, not caring about the stares or the whispers that follow. My chest is tight, too tight, like someone's wrapped iron bands around my ribs and they're squeezing tighter with every breath.Mate.That word. That single word echoing in my skull in a voice that wasn't quite human.I didn't survive six months of hell just to be claimed by three alphas who think I belong to them because of some biological accident. I'm not anyone's mate. I'm not anyone's anything I'm just me...I burst through a door, my assigned room, the one Principal Thorne showed me this morning when I woke up. I slam it shut, twist the lock, and immediately start pulling open drawers. There's not much, a few uniforms, basic toiletries, nothing that's actually mine because I don't have anything anymore.My hands are shaking so badly I can barely grip the bag I find in the closet. I shove clothes inside, not f

Amaya's POV My lips crashed against Alvaro first, the alpha heir's mouth claiming mine with a growl that vibrated through my chest. The secret cabin's dim firelight flickered over us, casting shadows on the worn wooden walls and the pile of blankets we'd thrown down in haste. We'd barely spoken since discovering the mate bond hours ago—just stunned stares and this burning pull that made my body ache like fire. As a runaway breeding experiment, I'd known heat before, but this? It was feral, amplified by three alphas, my students turned mates, their scents wrapping around me like chains.Alvaro's tongue plunged deep, dominating the kiss, his large hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I moaned into him, my pussy already throbbing, slickness soaking my thighs from the bond's relentless surge. He broke away, eyes dark with possession. "You're ours now, Amaya. No running this time."I spun toward Javier next, a mischievous grin flashing before his lips met mine—eager, teasing, hi

Amaya's pov I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a truck.My head pounds. My body aches in a way that has nothing to do with what happened two nights ago—this is deeper, like my bones are trying to rearrange themselves. When I try to sit up, the room spins so violently I have to lie back down and wait for it to pass.My wolf is restless, pacing and whining. Something's wrong."Just the flu," I mutter, forcing myself out of bed. "It's just the stupid flu."Except I never get sick. Werewolves don't really get sick.I make it through my morning routine on autopilot, though brushing my teeth makes me nauseous and the shower leaves me exhausted. By the time I'm dressed, I'm sweating despite the cool air in my room.Maybe I should stay home.But staying home means lying in bed thinking about them, feeling the bond pull and tug, and I can't handle that. School is a distraction. School gives me something to focus on besides the three alphas I'm still desperately trying to avoid.The drive

Amaya's pov The fever comes back at sunset.I'm sitting on their couch, wrapped in a blanket that smells like all three of them, when the chills start. One minute I'm almost feeling normal—still weak, but better—and the next I'm shaking so hard my teeth chatter."No," I whisper. "No, no, no."I was supposed to go home an hour ago. Was supposed to prove I could handle this on my own. But my body has other ideas, and when I try to stand up, my legs give out immediately.Luciano catches me before I hit the floor."I've got you," he says, lifting me like I weigh nothing. "Javier! Alvaro!""I'm okay," I try to say, but it comes out slurred. Wrong.Within seconds, all three of them are crowding around. Javier's hand on my forehead, Alvaro cursing under his breath, Luciano holding me against his chest."Fever's back," Javier says grimly. "Worse than before.""Hospital," Alvaro says immediately."No." I grab Luciano's shirt with clumsy fingers. "No hospital. No pack doctor. Please."They exc