LOGIN"All three of us are going to fuck you tonight, omega. Over and over until you're dripping with our cum and sobbing our names. And you're going to take every inch like the good little wife you are." Emerald Ukilah—the unwanted daughter, the pack outcast, the girl no one would miss—is now the wife of the three most dangerous Alphas alive. The Ravencourt triplets don't just want her body. They want her complete surrender. Her screams. Her tears. Every shuddering orgasm they can force from her trembling body. Magnus breaks her with brutal dominance, fucking her until she can't remember her own name. Daemon edges her for hours, teaching her that pleasure is a weapon and he's a master. Cassian pins her down and makes her keep her eyes open while he destroys her—but sometimes, in those brown eyes, she sees something that looks like worship. She was supposed to be a sacrifice. A lamb to the slaughter. But these wolves don't want to kill her. They want to keep her. Own her. Ruin her so completely that she'll never want another touch. ***** Why settle for one when you can have them all? Why Choose is a collection of steamy short stories where one woman never has to make the impossible choice. Four men? Three best friends? Two rivals who would burn the world just to share her? Each story explores a different fantasy, a different heat level, and the same answer every time—she doesn’t choose.Because when it comes to passion, love, and lust… why choose?
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If anyone had told me I would one day be getting married to the Triplet Alphas of the North, I would have laughed in disbelief. And considering I hardly ever had a reason to laugh for years now—that was something. So here I was, standing at the altar as I tried to listen to the vows. I felt like I could not breathe—this wasn't a life I dreamt of, not like I was ever allowed to dream. This wasn't what I wanted, but I never had a choice ever since I was born. And now, they are marrying me off to the dreaded triplets of the North to save our pack. I couldn't understand why me. My father, our pack's Alpha, could have chosen anyone to sacrifice—servants, Omegas, anyone—but I don't understand why he'd be so cruel to sacrifice me this way. Although I was never considered part of the family. I was an Alpha's daughter by birth. Stripped of every right. I didn't look the least like an Alpha's daughter. My step-siblings always said I was adopted. I don't know if that was true, especially as I had no idea who my real mother was. They called me an outcast. An Omega. I had been reduced to a slave, a pet for everyone to taunt. And now, a sacrifice to these deadly Alphas. A quick glance at either side of the grand court, I could see my stepmother and my step-siblings, each with a smug, satisfied look on their faces. Why wouldn't they be pleased? All my life, they were insistent on breaking me—and now the triplet Alphas would continue where they stopped. I feel numb. So numb. People say the Triplet Alphas are descendants of the moon goddess—but with vampiric traits. Extremely stronger than all Alphas combined. They had the power of a god. They'd burnt down packs with just a flick of their fingers. Killed people like it was a hobby. From the rumors, all their previous wives had died strangely. No one knew the cause of their death. All three of them. Some say they were fucked to death, unable to take them all—and the thought of that alone sent cold shivers running down my spine. Shivers that felt disturbingly like anticipation. "Do you, Emerald Ukilah, offer your body and soul, with everything you possess to Alpha Magnus Ravencourt?" I inhaled deeply as I forced my gaze to rest on the Alpha in front of me. And of course, he was glaring at me, impatience swirling in his blue eyes. Heat radiated off him in waves, making my skin prickle with awareness. "...I do." I replied hastily, avoiding his gaze. "And do you vow to be a submissive wife all the days of your life?" I swallowed painfully, letting the words sink in. The oracle made it seem like I had many more years to live. But I could see the pity in his eyes. I wasn't going to last. This was all for formality. They would use me to their heart's content and leave me to die. Maybe it was better to die this way. Maybe this was the moon goddess' way of answering my cries and prayers when I pleaded to be taken away from here, away from the anguish this pack and my so-called family had caused me. Be careful what you wish for, they say. But it's too late for me now. Strong hands gripped my arm, fingers digging into my flesh, causing me to gasp in pain—and something else I refused to name. "Do not fucking waste my time, Omega." The Alpha in front of me spat, eyes flashing with something predatory. "I..I'm sorry. I...I do." I responded shakily, hating how my body responded to his dominance, a forbidden warmth pooling low in my belly. He didn't release my arm, but his grip loosened slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel his gaze penetrating through me, as if he could sense every traitorous reaction my body was having. "And do you, Alpha Magnus Ravencourt, take Emerald Ukilah as your wife and soulmate?" "I do," he replied without so much as losing eye contact with me. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated through my core. It was quiet for a long while. I was too aware of them all. The other Alphas standing beside me, their presence suffocating and intoxicating all at once. I could feel the gaze of my pack members on me. I forced my eyes toward my father where he sat, and he quickly lowered his gaze. He couldn't even look at me. My stepmother, the Luna, on the other hand, was different. A huge smile plastered on her face. I forced my gaze away. The oracle's words echoed through the tense silence. "Alpha Magnus. You may now seal the bond with the Soul-Tie Kiss." My heart pounded painfully in my chest. My palms were slick with sweat, and my legs trembled beneath me as if they might give out at any moment. This was it. The part I dreaded the most. And it wasn't just once—this was only the first. Two more waited for me after him. Alpha Magnus's eyes pinned me in place, sharp and merciless, a glint of dark promise flickering in their depths. He didn't waste a breath. He stepped forward, his gaze hard, hungry, as if I were prey he'd been stalking. His hand clamped around the back of my neck, forcing my head to tilt, exposing the vulnerable column of my throat. My breath hitched. His lips brushed against the tender spot just below my ear—then the sharp bite of his fangs pierced my skin. I gasped, body jerking, fear and something far more dangerous clawing up my throat. The bite wasn't deep, but I felt the heat of blood well to the surface, felt the sting melt into a searing pleasure that made my knees weak. A low, approving growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my skin, and to my horror, I felt myself grow slick between my thighs. Before I could even recover, he pulled back just enough to drag his own fang across his lip. A thin line of crimson beaded there, and then his mouth crushed against mine. The taste of iron—his blood, my blood—exploded across my tongue as our essence mingled. Heat shot down my spine, burning into every nerve, pooling between my legs with an intensity that terrified me. It was as if something ancient inside me had been unlocked, awakened. My head spun, my body trembling so hard I almost fell, but his hand at my neck held me still, forcing me to take all of it. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming, conquering, and my body betrayed me completely—responding, yielding, aching. I shook uncontrollably, fear and arousal coiling together in my belly until I couldn't tell them apart. His kiss was impatient, demanding, binding me to him whether I wanted it or not. And the worst part? Some dark, primal part of me did want it. When he pulled back at last, his gaze burned with satisfied possession, as if to say *you're mine now*, and there was nothing I could do to undo it. As if he knew I didn't want this—and reveled in the fact that my body clearly did. I could feel the wetness between my thighs, the shameful evidence of my body's surrender. The next Alpha stepped forward. Standing tall in front of me with scowling blue eyes—the same piercing shade as Magnus. But where Magnus had been impatient, this one radiated controlled menace. The oracle's voice rolled out, heavy with ritual. "Do you, Emerald Ukilah, offer your body and soul, with everything you possess to Alpha Daemon Ravencourt?" "I do." My voice was barely a whisper now, still tasting Magnus on my lips. "And do you vow to be a submissive wife all the days of your life?" "I do." The words felt heavier this time, more real. "And do you, Alpha Daemon Ravencourt, take Emerald Ukilah as your wife and soulmate?" Daemon's lips curved into the faintest, chilling smirk. His voice was low, gravelly, designed to unnerve me—and it worked. "I do." "You may now seal the bond with the Soul-Tie Kiss."# Not the way I'd kissed him before — those times had been urgent and desperate, the release valve of too much pressure building too long. This was different. Slow. Deliberate. My hands on his face, tilting him up, learning the specific weight of his jaw in my palms.Finn made a sound against my mouth that moved through me like a current.His hands found my waist. Pulled me closer. I went — no resistance, no calculation, just forward — and felt him breathe out against my lips like he'd been holding something and had finally let it go.I walked him backward.He went easy, trusting, his hands sliding up under my jacket, finding the hem of my shirt. I sat him down on the couch and stood over him and looked at him in the lamp light — flushed, breathing hard, his dark hair falling across his forehead — and felt something in my chest open so wide it almost hurt."Tell me what you want," I said.Finn looked up at me. His hands were still fisted in the front of my shirt, holding on. "I want
The words landed simply. No preamble, no hedging, nothing around them.I looked at him. "Finn—""Not for her." Something shifted in his expression. Became very direct, very still. "Not because of her or for her or because of anything except this." He took a single step toward me. "For us. Come over because you want to. Because we've been doing this dance for four years and I am done with the choreography."The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.I could hear my own heartbeat.I thought about four years of fights that were never really about hockey. Four years of getting close enough to feel the heat of him and then finding a reason to create distance. Four years of lying in the dark knowing exactly what I wasn't letting myself have.I picked up my bag."What time?" I said.Something moved across Finn's face. Relief, maybe. Or the specific look of someone who has been patient for a very long time and has just been told the waiting is over."Eight," he said.I walked out without looking
LUKEI knew something was wrong the moment I saw her.She was doing that thing with her clipboard — holding it slightly higher than she needed to, her pen moving in those precise, controlled strokes that meant she was using the task as a container for something she didn't want to spill. Three weeks of watching Nadia Torres and I already knew her tells the way I knew my own skating stride. The slight lift of her chin when she was managing something. The way her eyes tracked a little too carefully, landing on faces and then moving on before anyone could read anything into it.She was fine. She was performing fine.Something had happened.I ran drills for twenty minutes after practice trying to work out the fury.The ice helped. It always helped — the cold and the speed and the singular focus of blade against surface, the way the rest of the world went quiet when you were moving fast enough. I ran the same sequence over and over until my lungs were screaming and my thighs were burning an
He stood outside the glass with his hands in his jacket pockets, his breath a small cloud in the cold, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. He'd changed out of his practice gear into dark jeans and a jacket, his hair still slightly damp.I unlocked the door.He got in without being invited. Closed the door. Settled into the passenger seat like he had somewhere to be and this was it.The parking garage was dark and echoey around us, the low hum of the ventilation system the only sound. A fluorescent light two rows over buzzed and flickered.We sat in the dark and said nothing.Cole didn't ask what was wrong. Didn't offer solutions. Didn't do the thing people did where they filled silence with themselves. He just sat there, his big frame taking up most of the passenger seat, his hands loose on his thighs.After a while I said: "How did you know I was here?""Saw your car when I was leaving. Lights were off." A pause. "You've been sitting here a while.""Forty minutes,
NADIA;Finn told me the next day.We were at my place, just the two of us. Luke had a team meeting he couldn't skip, and I'd been half-reading a medical journal on the couch, not really absorbing any of it. The afternoon light was doing that golden late-day thing through my curtains, turning everyt
Finn's apartment was smaller. Just one bedroom, barely any furniture. But it felt lived in, comfortable. Clothes draped over chairs, hockey equipment in the corner, the faint smell of coffee and something sweet—vanilla, maybe.Luke stood in the middle of the living room, hands in his pockets, looki
COLE;Cole's apartment was dark when he got home.Good. He didn't want to see anyone. Didn't want to talk. Just wanted to be alone with the chaos in his head.He dropped his bag by the door and headed straight for the shower, stripping off his clothes as he went. The hot water felt good on his sore
Daemon pulled back slowly, the drag of his cock in my ass sending fresh pain shooting through me. But before I could adjust, he thrust back in, and the pain shifted. Changed. Underneath the burn was something else—pleasure, dark and forbidden.Magnus moved beneath me, his cock stroking my inner wal












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