The Quadruplet Alphas' Slave Mate

Chapter 1

My name is Azara Storm, the daughter of the notorious and most wanted Alpha, Logan Storm.

Like my mother and pack members, I am a Fire Opal wolf. We are that legendary wolf rumoured throughout the world. We are rare, that makes us incredibly special and because of our powers, we've been haunted for centuries.

The highest mountains are our refuge, where we live in isolation and hide from the rest of the world so we won't go extinct.

A shrill of excitement flushed through my spine as I glanced at the calendar. Tomorrow, I will turn 18. This milestone would stir a major change in my life; I would finally get my wolf and I would find my mate.

The marvelous experience of getting my wolf and my mate was the only thing that resonated in my head for weeks.

All my life, I've longed for a lifelong inseparable bond between my wolf and me and the divine companionship that existed between mates, just like my mother and stepfather.

But to possess a wolf to be able to recognize your mate's unique scent, one must undergo a process called ‘shifting’. My mother explained how exhausting and extremely painful it could be, but the pain would subside the more you shift.

The thought of this experience caused a burst of excitement in me, but it also left me with a twinge of nervousness.

The swinging and slamming of the door pulled me from my reverie. A soft smile played on my face as my eyes rested on a familiar masculine figure that strode into my room. His dominating, yet friendly aura clinging to him like a second skin.

“You should sleep; you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow,” My stepfather, Alpha Hunter, said, breaking the silence as he walked towards my bed, stopping a few inches away from me.

His wide smile faded as he read the expression on my face.

“Still nervous about your finding your mate and getting your wolf?” he asked softly, his large brown eyes digging into my anxious ones as my small fingers slid into his large palms.

I nodded weakly, swallowing the lump in my throat as anxiety took over me.

“What if I don't have my wolf? I would be turned into a laughing stock. I would be weak, unable to shift, worthless than an Omega.” My voice trembled as fear crept into the depths of my soul.

“What if I have my wolf but I don't find my mate? I would live the rest of my life miserably lonely…”

The feeling of his large finger against my lips hushed me.

“None of such would happen, you don't have to worry. Also, your mother and I would be there to help distract you from the pain as you shift. Go to bed,” he whispered in the most comforting voice that made me forget my anxiety.

“Thanks,” I mouthed, watching him leave with a small tugging at my lips.

Alpha Hunter was the father I never had. He is a Fire Opal wolf and he is the leader of the pack. During his leisure, we spend quality moments chatting and training.

According to the rules of the pack, every Opal wolf must possess a great fighting skill for self-defense in case faced with Opal wolf hunters.

Alpha Hunter loved me like his own child and there was never a dull moment around him. He loved my mother to a fault and vowed never to hurt or neglect us the way my father did.

Unlike him, my father was a power-hungry tyrant.

He was the opposite of Alpha Hunter.

“Kill or be killed!”

“Let blood overflow!”

Those were his favorite words and he never failed to live by them.

I was born on the day he was slain.

My father, during his lifetime, not only caused great havoc he amassed a great number of enemies. Terrified that his sins might catch up with me as the search for his living relationship grew stronger by the day, my mother severed the only link between my father and me. My name was changed.

I am Azara Storm, but my name is also Azalea Hunter. I took my stepfather's last name to conceal my identity.

My eyes grew weary as I pulled them from the full moon that shone brightly in the sky, illuminating my room. Settling into a comfortable position, I shut my eyes, allowing sleep to overwhelm me.

The sudden shift in the atmosphere stirred me wide awake, but I was no longer in my room. It was like I was teleported into another space. Except it was harsh and the heavy smell of danger hung in the air.

My senses heightened as I was enveloped in gross darkness.

Something wasn't right! My subconscious yelled at me, urging me to dash out of this strange enormous room.

The smell of expensive polished wood and leather tickled my nose, multiplying my curiosity.

Where was I?

Scurrying on my feet to flee to safety, I halted. Fear burrowed deep in my chest sweeping me off my feet as I felt multiple eyes fixated at the back of my neck.

Out of nowhere, four giant wolves emerged from the shadows, circling me with a hint of deadly glow in their eyes. Their steps were slow and calculated and their deadly eyes never blinked as they gawked at me like a hawk monitoring its prey.

I wanted to scream, to run, but fear paralyzed me, pumping out muffled whimpers from my slightly parted lips.

In unison, they shifted, transforming into their human form. A blend of strong, seductive scents oozed from them, making me salivate; at the same time, their lethal aura suffocated me, forcing me to submit effortlessly.

I could make out the giant figures that towered over me. Their faces were impeded by the darkness, and their low aggressive growls shook the wall of the room.

Without thinking, I fled, afraid of what they would do to me, but their rigid hands grabbed me in no time, pinning me to the floor and rendering me powerless.

“You are ours!” They growled, pinning me against the cold floor as I struggled to breathe.

“Ours to taste, ours to bend over and fuck senseless, ours forever.”

Goosebumps blanketed me as sweat blinded my vision. “Leave me alone, please,” I cried, feeling helpless as their weight pressed against my weak body. “Let me go.”

My heart ascended to my throat as one of the men buried his nose against my skin, taking a long satisfying sniff before letting out a soft pur. His actions made my legs clenched as his breath tickled against my bare skin, making me lick my lower lip.

“You belong to us, Azara Storm!” They chorused in unison, making my insides twist in terror.

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