The twin Alpha and the Wolfless one

Ariana pov

My wolf should have been tearing free by now, flooding my veins with power, but all I felt was the hollow thud of my heartbeat and hundreds of eyes drilling into my skin.

“Again,” Alpha Darius ordered from his platform. “Focus harder, girl.”

I closed my eyes and dug deeper into myself. For eighteen years I had dreamed about this moment.

But the emptiness inside me only stretched wider.

“She’s broken,” someone whispered. “I’ve never seen an awakening fail like this.”

Beta Marcus circled me slowly like a predator stalking wounded prey. “Maybe she isn’t even pack-born,” he said with a cruel smirk. “Maybe her mother slept with a human.”

My eyes snapped open. “That’s not true.”

“Then prove it,” Marcus said, stepping close enough for whiskey to stain his breath. “Show us your wolf.”

Panic clawed through me as I searched the crowd for my parents. My mother stood at the edge of the circle with ice in her eyes while my father looked at me like I disgusted him.

“I’m trying,” I whispered. “I can feel her. She’s just…”

“There’s nothing to feel,” Alpha Darius interrupted coldly. “The moon sees all, and she has judged you lacking. No awakening means no wolf, and no wolf means me and my beta have to bless your worthless cunt with my precious seed, and you know what come after that..”

My knees nearly gave out.

“Please,” I begged. “Just give me more time.”

“Enough.”

My father’s voice hit harder than a slap. He stepped forward with disgust burning across his face.

“The Blackwood name means something,” he announced loudly." His eyes locked onto mine. “You are not fit to carry it.”

“Dad…”

“You’re a wolfless whore,” he spat. “you are not my daughter.”

The words ripped through my chest.

I looked toward my mother.

But she simply turned and walked away. My father followed without looking back.

Laughter and whispers exploded around me while humiliation wrapped around my throat like chains.

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The cold floor bit into my knees.

My skin felt too thin, vibrating with a terror that tasted suspiciously like hunger.

Darius loomed over me, his scent cedar and raw, aggressive musk filling my lungs until I felt lightheaded.

"You failed the shift, Wolfless," he growled, his voice a low rumble that made my stomach flip.

He gripped my chin, his thumb bruising my jaw as he forced my gaze up to his.

"Now you belong to us," the Beta added.

I felt his hand slide up my thigh, his fingers hooking into the fabric of my tunic.

My pussy gave a sudden, traitorous throb, slicking my panties with a heavy heat.

God, why am I getting wet? I thought, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I wanted to weep, but the sight of Alpha thick, heavy cock straining against his leathers made my mouth water.

"Please," I whimpered, the word catching in a throat tight with desperate anticipation.

"Please what, Ari?" Darius leaned in, his breath hot against my lips.

He didn't wait for an answer, his hand sliding lower to squeeze my mound through the cloth.

"Tell us what you want," the Beta commanded, his palm pressing hard against my soaking slit.

"Fuck me," the thought screamed in my head, even as my eyes welled with tears.

"Just... fuck the shit out of me," I breathed aloud, my voice trembling.Darius let out a dark, guttural chuckle that vibrated deep in his chest.

He reached for his belt.

"If that's what you want, Wolfless, you're going to get it," he promised.

Beta Marcus didn't waste a second, his hands tearing my tunic open to expose my breasts.

The cool air hit my nipples, making them ache and harden instantly.

"Look at her," the Beta hissed, his eyes roaming over my pale skin.

He leaned down, his tongue swirling around one dark, sensitive peak.

A sharp gasp escaped me as his teeth grazed the tip, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

My pussy was dripping now, the wetness soaking into the stone beneath me.

Darius stepped closer, his massive, throbbing cock finally breaking free from his leathers.

It was thick, veiny, and looked large enough to split me wide open.

"Open your legs for us," Darius commanded.

I have no choice but to obeyed, my thighs trembling as I spread myself bare for them.

The Beta moved between my knees, his fingers diving deep into my soaking slit.

"You're so fucking wet for your punishment," he groaned, his middle finger sliding in and out of my heat.

I arched my back, my head tossing back as the friction sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.

"Fuck," I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Don't close them," Darius growled, grabbing my hips to hold me still.

"Watch us, give you your punishment."Darius didn't wait for me to settle.

He lunged forward, his heavy cock driving into my pussy in one brutal, unyielding thrust.

"Ah! Fuck!" The scream tore from my throat as my walls stretched to the breaking point.

He was too big, too thick, filling every empty inch of me until it felt like he was touching my very soul.

"Take it, Ari," Darius grunted, his hips slamming against mine with a rhythmic, punishing force.

The Beta didn't let me rest, his mouth finding my other breast, sucking the nipple hard enough to make me whimper.

His hand stayed busy, his thumb grinding against my clit while Darius hammered into my heat.

"More... please, more!" I cried out, my fingers digging into the Alpha's muscular thighs.

The friction was maddening, a delicious agony that made my vision blur.

"You like being used like a common bitch, don't you?" the Beta hissed, his voice thick with lust.

He leaned forward, his tongue lashing my neck as Darius picked up the pace.

Every slam of his pelvis sent a shockwave through my body, making my pussy clench desperately around his dick.

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By the time I reached home an hour later, my life had already been erased.

My belongings were scattered across the lawn like trash. Clothes, books, blankets, everything I owned had been thrown outside, and the locks had been changed.

A note was taped to the door.

You’re on your own.

My hands shook as I gathered what I could carry. I kept hoping the door would open, hoping my parents would realize this had gone too far, but nothing happened.

So I walked away from the only home I had ever known.

That night I slept in the park beneath a dying streetlamp with my jacket wrapped tightly around me. The cold bit into my skin while hunger twisted painfully in my stomach.

By morning survival mattered more than heartbreak.

The convenience store on Fifth Street had a HELP WANTED sign hanging in the window, so I forced myself inside. The owner barely glanced up from his newspaper.

“You here about the job?”

“Yes.”

“Can you mop?”

“Yes.”

“Can you show up on time?”

“Yes.”

He slid a set of keys across the counter. “Storage room’s a disaster. Start now.”

Relief hit me so hard I almost cried.

My muscles screamed while I hauled boxes and scrubbed floors, and customers came in just to stare at the wolfless girl rejected by her pack.

After a week I managed to rent a tiny room above a laundromat. The walls smelled like soap and heat, but at least it was shelter.

I kept telling myself things would get better.

Then the dizziness started.

At first I blamed exhaustion because I worked twelve-hour shifts, survived on cheap noodles, and barely slept. But soon my bones started aching constantly, dark bruises spread across my skin, and nosebleeds came without warning.

Every day I felt weaker.

One afternoon I was stocking cereal shelves when the world suddenly tilted sideways. The box slipped from my fingers, and the floor rushed toward me.

When I opened my eyes again, fluorescent lights stabbed into my vision. Dirty mop water soaked my shirt while Mr. Chen hovered nearby looking terrified.

“Call an ambulance,” someone shouted. “She’s burning up.”

I sat on the examination table while Dr. Morrison reviewed my chart carefully.

“Your test results came back,” she said softly.

The knot in my stomach tightened painfully.

“You have acute lymphoblastic leukemia. It’s aggressive, and without treatment you probably have three months.”

Three months.

The words echoed through my skull until everything else faded away.

“If you were a shifter, your wolf’s healing abilities could fight the cancer,” Dr. Morrison explained gently. “But since you’re human, chemotherapy is your only option.”

“How much?” I asked weakly.

“Fifteen thousand dollars.”

My chest hollowed out.

I made eight dollars an hour mopping floors. Fifteen thousand dollars felt impossible.

“There are payment plans and charity programs,” she continued, “but treatment needs to start immediately.”

Immediately.

Without treatment the cancer would spread until it killed me.

I walked out of the hospital clutching the diagnosis papers while the evening sky burned red above the city. Cars rushed past while people hurried home to families and futures I no longer had.

One week ago I lost my pack.

Now I was losing my life.

If I had a wolf, I would survive this, but the moon had rejected me long before the cancer arrived.

I sank onto the curb outside the hospital while the papers crumpled in my shaking fist. A broken laugh escaped my throat before it shattered into tears.

Where was I supposed to find fifteen thousand dollars?

I could barely afford dinner.