Semua Bab On The Alphas' Bed: Bab 1 - Bab 10

On The Alphas’ Bed.Chapter 1Amber Whyte. “Prepare yourself and gather what is left of you, Amber. You have been traded to a vegetable Alpha to become his Breeder. His escorts will arrive shortly. You don't belong here anymore.” The bombshell dropped with an air of finality. My fate flashed before my eyes and my heart shattered into millions of fragments. Pale as a ghost as blood drained from my face in horror, my eyes drifted to my father, hoping for a change in his judgment.Probably a chuckle to conclude that this was a prank. Our eyes met. My chest tightened. The air in my lungs hissed like steam. He didn't even blink. No flicker of regret. No remorse. No apology. Just a stone-cold gaze that sealed my fate.And just like that, I was sold off to a half-dead stranger like a bag of potatoes without my consent. My world crumbled, but I refused to let a tear spill down my cheeks. It wouldn't change my miserable life and ugly future. I remained quiet in the corner I was ordere

Chapter 3Amber Whyte. That ugly moment marked my entry into the Thunderstorm Pack. It was the last time I laid my eyes on my father and grandmother. Not like they cared. They were glad the cursed child they harbored was gone. And just like that, I became Delilah's personal slave– her favourite punching bag, her toy for starvation, abuse, unending suffering, and punishment. After every bruise, every slap, every torture, she didn't fail to remind me of my place in this Pack. In her words, “permanently beneath my feet for the rest of your pathetic life.” Days dragged into weeks, each slower than the last. My spirit frayed. My soul was worn out. My body was plastered with exhaustion. Bone-deep exhaustion. I didn't know how much of this torture I could take. I wake up every day hoping it will be my last. Still, I was here. In the Thunderstorm Pack. Still within the reach of my twin sister and her mate, Alpha Elion. My pussy clenched hard at the mention of his name. Elion. Even in

Chapter 5Amber Whyte. I woke up to my sheets soaked with my cum. My slick thighs trembled. All ten fingers wrapped around my pussy folds twitched nonstop. The night was long. Unforgiving. Torturing. I barely slept. Barely shut my tired eyes. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't concentrate. Not after what I saw last night. Not after knowing how wild he would still be plunging into my sister's hole. Not after their groans still stuck to my head, replaying as if on a fucking loop. Not after I lost count of how many times I touched myself after my episode in the shower. Still, it was not enough. Not enough to quell this mad hunger lodged between my legs. Not enough to satisfy my dark desires. And still… I dreamt of him.Elion. His monstrous cock stuffed into my pussy, filling every inch until it expanded to accommodate only half his length. I exploded for him. Multiple times. When I thought my pussy was dry from how excessive my orgasms descended, it poured out ag

Chapter 7Elion Moore. I saw her. All of her. In her glory. Drowning in her arousal.Shuddering from intense pleasure like a high voltage circuit flashed through her. Mouth flung open gasping for breath. Eyes rolled deep into their sockets like she was about to pass out.Screaming in pure bliss. Moaning my name like a chant. Begging shamelessly, talking dirty, and gibberish. Body quivered severely as if she were under a convulsion spell. Hungry for my fifteen-inch fully erect cock. The door was left ajar deliberately. I knew she would find her way here to watch how I fucked her sister senseless while she hid behind the door licking her lips greedily. She couldn't get enough of yesterday. And now, it was my pleasure to give her another show. To give her something to masturbate about. Something to dream about. Something to moan about. Something to fantasize about. Something to suffer about. I won't touch her, not yet, not until she begged. Not until she has earned my cock.

Chapter 9Elion Moore. My body protested with each step I took. Every stride felt like a punishment. Felt like torture. The further I went, the heavier my legs became. By the Goddess, I wanted to return to her room, her arms, her warmth. But I kept matching, even if every step felt like I was stepping on tiny shards of glass.The moment I got to my room, I slammed the door, so hard the hinges shook. My breath came out in pants. Ragged. Furious. Hungry. Suffocating. My chest rose and fell rapidly like my heart was about to burst out. My eyes flashed red in rage. My growls reverberated throughout the room. I stood panting hard like a beast going feral. Going crazy. And it was because of her.Amber. My cock doubled in size at the thought of her name. Her scent. Her perfectly sculpted face. Her soft whimpers that sprayed my pants with precum. Her tight slippery hole. I bet she doesn't know how much power she has over me. How much I wanted to devour her. How rapid my fat co