The Luna’s Destiny--Bound To Three Alphas

Chapter Two “Who the hell are you?” His deep, tenor-bass voice echoed through the room. I parted my lips to speak, but no words came out. Shame and fear crawled up my spine as I lowered my gaze, terrified of what this man might do to me. He moved closer, took my jaw in his hand, and lifted my face toward him. My eyes met his, then dropped, widening at the sight of his hard dick pointing inches from me. “You want a taste?” he asked with a smirk. But before I could react, he suddenly stepped back, like something inside me had shoved him away, his nostrils flaring as if catching an aweful smell or strange scent. “You… you’re…” he stuttered, breath catching as he inhaled sharply. I managed to push myself up, and the moment I tried to run, he grabbed me and pulled me against him, breathing me in like I was the oxygen he needed to stay alive. His body shifted from cold to burning hot, so hot it felt inhuman, like I’d melt if I stayed pressed against him too long. His hardness nudged my

Chapter Four A figure clothed in black, tall and lean, with long black hair tied into a ponytail, appeared before me. I took a step back, ready to run, but he turned sharply, and his voice froze me in place. “Mira, you’re here already. I didn’t expect it to be this soon,” he said. I turned slowly to face him. “My name is Vlad. Blade’s youngest son,” he added, clearing his throat as he approached with a small, confident smile. Everyone here seemed to know my name already, and it felt strange. It made me feel like prey that had been tracked long before it entered their world. He stopped just a few feet away, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He moved closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. And before I could flinch, his left hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. His nose grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mira…" he groaned. ​"Stop it! How dare you!" I shoved him, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was f

Chapter Six ♤ MIRA ♤ I woke the next morning feeling weak. My muscles screaming as if I’d spent the previous day running a marathon through mud. My head was a lead weight against the pillow. I could barely lift it from the pillow, but I forced myself to sit up, blinking back the fog of sleep. This was not the time to act lazy. I need to work. I need money for my sister’s surgery. I have to prove to her that I really love her. I reminded myself as I lazily slid out of bed, my legs unsteady. The memory of what had happened between Vlad and me tried to claw its way back into my mind, but I shoved it away. I had promised myself I wouldn’t entertain that incident in my head. And as for Vlad, I would do everything in my power to avoid him in this house until I'm done with my job. I slipped out of my nightgown and was about to head into the bathroom when something outside the window caught my attention. The curtains were drawn back, letting in the full force of the morning sunligh

“You don’t have to look at your nightmare,” she murmured, a soft mocking chuckle slipping from her lips as she lowered herself into a squat, her eyes locking with mine at the same height. I swallowed the knot of fury swelling in my throat and shifted my gaze to the doorway, chest heaving with the effort to remain silent. “You see, Nora,” she said, her voice dropping to a cold , venomous whisper. Then she reached out, her fingers warm as she brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. ​I flinched violently, my skin crawling at her touch. I bit my lower lip again, harder this time, the pressure of my teeth piercing the tender flesh. If my hands were free, I wouldn't have just slapped her, I would have buried my knuckles into her perfect nose until I felt the bone give way. “I’m not really as bad as you think,” she continued , “ I'll let you go on one condition. It's quite simple, ” she whispered, my eyes flicked up to hers despite myself. Her eyes widened with feigned generosity

​my heart leapt in fear, and my stomach groaned, mixed with hunger and the pain I was going through. ​The house outside the bathroom went silent. Then, I heard footsteps, fast, heavy, and approaching the door. Maybe they had heard the crash. God! ​Fear gripped me, and I hurriedly tried to stand up, but my legs were still loosely tied to the chair. I fumbled with the knots, my wet, soapy fingers sliding over the coarse rope as my strength began to fade. My vision swam, the steam and the pain dragging me toward unconsciousness. I slumped back against the floor, breathing in short, sharp gasps. ​Maybe this is it, I thought, a time to give up. I have tried. I really tried. ​But then, a flicker of my mom's face crossed my mind. If I died here, she was going to be alone. If I gave up, Freya won. No, never. I can't let that happen at all! ​The thought acted like a jolt of electricity as I stretched again, and in a swift turn, I pulled the rope off my leg and tried to stand up a