The Alpha Quads Dirty Saint

PACK ENFORCERS: They are the ones in charge of war and inter-pack affairs.

DONATELA

“Mum, are you seriously leaving me alone with them?”

Mum took the last drag from her cigarette before crushing it under her heel. “Moses is finally taking me to Rome for our honeymoon. You expect me to drag you along like some child?”

I held her hand. “Mum...I can’t survive with those four. They scare the hell out of me.”

“Stop being dramatic already, Dona. This is our first real honeymoon for God’s sake! Your stepbrothers are also holy men; get used to them and learn from them.”

Holy men indeed. I wanted to laugh at that.

Two months ago, we moved into Alpha Moses Ernesto’s sprawling estate, built around the pack’s cathedral, where his four sons—the pack enforcers—were ordained priests.

They were massive, intimidating, and dangerously attractive. I could barely look any of them in the eye for more than two seconds.

Yet every night, my dreams betrayed me. Filthy, sinful dreams where they touched me, tasted me, and claimed me.

Staying with them all by myself was never part of my dreams.

“Dona.” Mum’s tone softened. “You know the kind of shits we passed through after your father died. This’s a better life. Holy and simple, the least you can do is try to adjust.”

I swallowed hard. “Fine. I’ll try.”

I helped take her bags to the parking lot. A sleek black Rolls Royce pulled up just as I was leaving, and Father Reign—one of the Quadruplets, stepped out, cassock unbuttoned, revealing a cross tattoo on his chest, his braided hair half loosed, and a cigarette between his thin lips.

When his eyes landed on me—the first time he actually saw me. I held my breath, and stared back at him without any words, frozen, like an idiot.

“Holy Shit!” he sneered and walked past like I was never there.

That stung.

Alpha Moses appeared with Mum just as Reign left. He patted my shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about your brothers, my dear. This is a good chance to bond with them spiritually.”

If only he knew the kind of bonding I had fantasized about. I forced a fake, saintly smile. “May the Lord be with you, Alpha.” I hugged Mum. “I will call you every day.”

“Now that’s my good girl.” She giggled into my hair.

“Enjoy yourself, Mum.”

“Mmm.”

I watched them board the car and leave me alone to my doom.

****

Nothing distracted me—Netflix, snacks, games, even p**n.

I got out of bed finally, short knickers on, a tiny singlet, and a bag of popcorn. At least pacing around the house should be more fun.

The mansion was really big and a lot to look at, but a groan from the private chamber near the indoor chapel stopped me halfway.

That was Reign’s room.

I shrugged. It’s not as if he would want to see me. But before I could walk away completely, the groan increased, morphing to gentle, uncomfortable moans.

I dropped the popcorn bag and rushed to the door.

“He...” I stopped at the sight. A gasp replaced my ‘hello.’

Reign stood naked in the middle of the room. His cassock was hanging off his broad shoulders, and one hand tightly wrapped around his massive cock.

I blinked twice, just in case this was another filthy dream of mine, but hell no! This was crystal clear and real.

Thick veins bulged along the shaft, and the pink cap glistened with his precum.

“Jesus...” I staggered. “What the...”

His eyes flashed opened, glistening silver as they locked into mine.

“I—”

“What are you doing here?” His voice came sharp but low.

“I…I heard a groan. I thought something was wrong and —”

“You want to watch?”

Heat flooded my face. My eyes stayed glued to his hand as he stroked hard and slow. My nipples hardened painfully.

“Forgive me, Father.” I turned abruptly. “That...was too sinful for me to look. I will just...leave.”

“Turn around,” he commanded low and bold.

A shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t turn.

“I said… turn around, Dona, and watch me jerk off.”

My body obeyed before my brain could argue.

He glared at me like a predator. “You came to help me, didn’t you?”

“Y...Yes. I didn’t know this was....” My body shook.

“Then be my second hand.”

I shook my head vehemently. “I don’t think I can help you with this. I... I will leave now.”

He took a step closer before I could move an inch. Heat radiated from his body; I almost lost my mind.

I blinked hard. “I better go. We’re siblings now and you’re a holy…”

“You’re not my blood.”

“Yes. But you’re ordained…”

“Reign was ordained, not my wolf. I don’t give a fuck about vows.” He growled, taking another step closer.

The moment our skin contacted, a glowing red thread sparked to life, gleaming with raw energy and need. My heart dropped. THE MATE BOND!

Reign stopped mid-stroke. “What the actual fuck....”

“You can see it too?” I breathed, my voice shaking.

He reached out and pulled a stray hair from behind my ear and reached down and grabbed my jaw. “Tell me to stop, Little Saint,” he rasped, his voice thick. “Tell me to stop imagining how your pussy tastes while I was supposed to be praying, and I’ll let you go.”

My thighs clenched tighter; I was dripping now. “You...” I swallowed hard. “You imagined me?”

“Every damn time you knelt for communion like an angel.”

Should I be happy? The man I thought didn’t see me was actually imagining how to wreck me in the worst way ever.

My pussy clenched, and the panties got wetter. “That imagination stops today…Father.” The words were barely out of my lips before he closed the distance between our lips. He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me like a starving animal.

Reign tasted hard, sweet, and sinful, but I didn’t care. I don’t want him to stop. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me as his big body pressed me against the wall.

“Fuck, you taste better than I imagined,” he groaned against my lips. One of his hands slid down and roughly squeezed my breast through my thin top, pinching my stiff nipple.

Dang. That felt good. I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes glowing. “You’ve been teasing me for two months, little saint. I never thought you were this dirty.”

Teasing? I’ve been terrified. This got me bolder. “I could be dirtier, Father.”

“Let’s see.” He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand down his throbbing cock. It was so scorching hot, thick, and hard that it twitched in my palm.

My finger could never fully wrap around him.

“Stroke it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Nice and tight, just like that.”

I chose to obey him, moving my hands up and down his length. The filthy wet sound of my palm sliding over his precum-soaked cock filled the room.

Reign groaned deeply, hips thrusting forward into my fist. “Faster, baby.”

I pumped him harder, the fact that my wet dream came true still amusing me. He leaned down and stuck his face on my neck, biting playfully just enough to giddify me.

“I bet you’ve wanted me for a long time,” he chuckled darkly.

“You jerk my cock more than any sister in the holy sanctuary has ever done.”

“You fucked the nuns?”

“One or two of them.”

“I think it’s time that stopped,…brother.”

“Call me Father.”

“Father...”

I bit my lip. But either way, it felt special.

Reign’s hand slipped under my top and played with my bare breasts, tugging and rolling my nipples until I was trembling.“Fuck— this hard.”

I pinched his cap. “Hard enough to get your attention after two months.”

Reign smirked, and his hips started fuckin my fist faster. I squeezed tighter, stroking him with every energy in me.

I closed my eyes slightly and imagined this was him fuckin me. “Damn— I’m close…”

I increased the intensity.

Then he reached over and squeezed my ass. “You’re in trouble from now on, little saint because I don’t share my toys…” he paused. “Not even with my brothers.”