All Chapters of WHY CHOOSE?: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Eyes on me," Daemon commanded, and my gaze snapped back to him. "Don't look at them. Right now, all that matters is me." He pushed two fingers inside me and I gasped, my back arching off the ground. I was so sensitive, so overstimulated, that even that simple touch felt like too much. "Please," I whimpered. "Daemon, I can't take anymore—" "You can," he said calmly, adding a third finger. "And you will. Because I'm going to make you come at least twice before I'm done with you." He pumped his fingers slowly, methodically, watching my face for every reaction. This was different from Magnus's brutal claiming, different from Cassian's possessive fucking. This was Daemon in full control, taking his time, learning every response my body had to give. "Your pussy is so swollen," he murmured, almost to himself. "So sensitive. Every touch must feel amplified right now." He curled his fingers and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. He'd found that spot inside me, and with how

CHAPTER 34 "I want..." I struggled to find the words. "I want to be able to see you. All of you. I don't want to be blindfolded or—or bent over where I can't see your faces." "Done," Cassian said immediately. "What else?" "I want..." God, was I really saying this? "I want you to make it good for me. Not just for the pack's entertainment. I want to feel pleasure, not just be used." "Omega," Magnus's voice softened slightly. "We always make it good for you. That won't change." "And," I continued, my cheeks burning, "if I'm going to be on display anyway, I want to look... I want to feel beautiful. Not just like—like a sacrifice." "You are beautiful," Cassian said fiercely. "But we'll make sure you know it. We'll dress you, adorn you, display you like the queen you are." The word again. Queen. "Okay," I whispered. "Okay, I'll do it." "Three days," Daemon reminded me. "Three days and you become our Luna in every way." They left me alone in the library after that, but I c

They moved with practiced efficiency, clearly having planned this. Magnus lay back on the platform, his ceremonial pants gone, his cock hard and thick, jutting up toward the moonlit sky. "Come here, omega," he commanded. "Straddle me." I walked to him on shaking legs, aware of every eye watching. I straddled his hips, his cock pressing against my entrance. "Take me inside you," Magnus ordered. "Slowly. Let them see you impale yourself on your Alpha's cock." I positioned him at my entrance and began to sink down. After three days without, the stretch felt enormous. I gasped, my hands bracing on his chest as I took him inch by inch. The crowd murmured appreciatively, some shifting closer to get a better view. "That's it," Magnus encouraged, his hands on my hips. "All the way down. Take every inch." When I finally sat fully seated on him, both of us groaned. He filled me completely, his thickness stretching me, his length hitting deep inside. "Beautiful," Daemon said from

EPILOGUE Six Months Later Life as Luna wasn't what I'd expected. It was harder. More demanding. The pack looked to me for guidance, for strength, for leadership alongside my Alphas. But it was also more fulfilling than anything I'd ever known. I was no longer the forgotten daughter. The outcast. The sacrifice. I was Queen. The brand on my shoulder had faded to a pale scar, barely visible unless you looked closely. But I kept it. Never tried to hide it. It was a reminder of where I'd come from, of what I'd survived. And every time one of my Alphas traced it with their fingers, I remembered that I was stronger than anyone who'd ever tried to break me. Today had been long—meetings with neighboring packs, resolving disputes, managing territory. Daemon and Cassian were still in the war room, dealing with some border issue that required their attention. But Magnus had slipped away an hour ago, and I knew where to find him. Our bedroom—the one we all shared now—was dimly l

The sound Finn made—half gasp, half groan—sent heat flooding through my entire body. Luke's hand shot up to grip the back of Finn's neck, pulling him closer, deeper. The kiss was brutal. Messy. Two men who'd been wanting this for god knows how long finally giving in. I didn't move. Didn't breathe. Just watched. Luke kissed like he fought—aggressive, consuming, like he wanted to devour Finn whole. And Finn—god, Finn kissed back with everything he had. His fingers twisted in Luke's jersey, pulling him impossibly closer. His other hand came up to grip Luke's jaw, angling him for a deeper kiss. The sounds they made. That was what got me. The low, desperate grunts. The wet slide of mouths. Finn's sharp intake of breath when Luke bit his lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. My thighs pressed together involuntarily. Heat pooled between my legs, slick and insistent. Watching two men this gorgeous, this hungry, devour each other right in front of me was— "Don't stop," I heard myself