Se connecterThey sold me to monsters to kill them. I arrived at Thornwood Estate as a weak, frightened Omega, chains on my wrists and murder in my heart. The Sanctuary trained me in secret, gave me a deadly mission. Get close to the three cursed Alphas, earn their trust, then end them. But nothing went according to plan. Silas with his stone arm and cold commands. Rook, the massive beast who protected me instead of devouring me. Wren, whose visions quiet when he touches my skin. These broken men are not the mindless killers I was told about. Every touch, every raw and desperate night we share cracks my walls and their curses. Now I am falling for the men I came to destroy. The house watches us. The Entity hungers. And my real masters are coming to collect. In this gothic nightmare of lust, lies, and ancient evil, I must choose. Complete my mission or fight beside the Alphas I have grown to love.
Voir plusThe full moon hung low and blood red over Thornwood, staining the mist crimson. The priests’ chants were constant now, a low droning at the edge of the woods that set my teeth on edge. The bond felt like a live wire between us raw, over sensitive, and cracking under the weight of everything unsaid.We gathered in the grand hall as the house trembled around us. Silas stood like a statue, marble now claiming half his torso. Rook paced, claws partially extended. Wren sat on the edge of the long table, his gray eye distant but sharper than ever.I knew this moment was coming.Wren spoke first, voice soft yet devastating. “I can’t protect him anymore. Or you.” He looked at his brothers, then at me. “Ashe wasn’t just sent as tribute. He’s the vessel. Bred by the Sanctuary to bond with us, make us trust him, then deliver the killing blow that completes the Entity’s ascension.”Silence crashed down.Silas’s steel-gray eyes snapped to me. “You knew this when you let us knot you? When you cried
The full moon was only days away. The note’s deadline burned in my mind like a brand.After the altar revelation, the Alphas hadn’t killed me. They had fucked me until I couldn’t think, couldn’t lie, couldn’t breathe anything but them. But trust was fractured. Silas watched me with new shadows in his steel eyes. Rook’s touches grew more possessive, almost desperate. Wren’s visions kept him quiet, but I felt his suspicion through the bond like a blade at my throat.I still played the fragile Omega. Trembling smiles. Soft pleas. It was getting harder to remember it was an act.That afternoon, the house gave me an opening.Silas was alone in the armory, sharpening blades by candlelight. His left side was almost fully marble now, heavy and cold. The curse was accelerating. I slipped in silently, the hidden blade warm against my palm.One strike. Under the ribs. End the Stone Lord and weaken the Entity.My hand shook as I approached from behind. He didn’t turn. The bond fed me his exhausti
I stayed on my knees in the windowless chamber for what felt like hours, the altar humming before me like a living heart. Cum from my Alphas still leaked slowly down my thighs, a sticky reminder of how thoroughly they had claimed me even when the house tried to tear us apart. The bond was quieter here, stretched thin by stone and shadow, but I could still feel them Silas’s rigid control cracking, Rook’s feral panic, Wren’s visions swirling like storms.My emerald eyes glowed faintly in the dark, reflecting off the altar’s stained surface. The same green light that had pushed back the Entity during our first bonding night now pulsed stronger, drawn to this place.I pushed myself up on shaky legs and approached the altar. My fingers brushed the carved runes. Pain and warmth flared at the contact. The house sighed around me, and a section of the wall slid open with a grinding sound, revealing a narrow alcove filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and cracked glass vials.Hidden archives.I
I woke to an empty bed and the sound of stone grinding against stone.The master chamber felt wrong. The heavy velvet curtains had shifted positions overnight, and one entire wall had moved inward, narrowing the room like a closing throat. My body was sticky with the remnants of last night’s claiming Silas’s seed drying on my stomach, Rook’s bite throbbing on my shoulder, Wren’s scent still thick in my lungs. The bond pulsed with distant worry, but it felt muffled.“Silas?” I called, voice hoarse. No answer.I sat up, wincing at the deep ache between my legs, and reached for the robe. The floorboards creaked loudly, almost mockingly. When I tried the main door, it wouldn’t budge. Another door smaller, one I didn’t remember existing yesterday stood open on the opposite wall, revealing a narrow passage lit by flickering green torches.Thornwood was playing its games again.I stepped through. The passage sealed shut behind me with a heavy thud.“Rook!” I shouted, panic rising. “Wren!”Th






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