All Chapters of The Breeder Luna And Her Three Mates - A Werewolf Erotica : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alvaro's POV I haven't slept in thirty-six hours.My laptop screen burns my eyes, but I keep scrolling through records, cross-referencing data, building profiles. Coffee cups litter the table around me, evidence of how long I've been at this.If the facility wants war, they're going to get it. But we're not going in blind."You need to sleep," Luciano says from the kitchen. It's 4 AM, and he's making breakfast because apparently none of us are sleeping anymore."I need to finish this." I pull up another file. "Three more faculty members with suspicious backgrounds. Two grad students who appeared out of nowhere. And a maintenance worker who has security clearance that makes no sense for his position.""Send me the list." He slides a plate of eggs in front of me. "Eat first."I do, mechanically, while typing one-handed. The food helps, but my mind is still racing.Amaya's asleep in our bed with Alvaro wrapped around her. She finally crashed around midnight after fighting exhaustion for

Amaya's pov All three of them move at once.Luciano captures my mouth while Alvaro's hands slide under my shirt, finding bare skin. Javier's lips trail down my neck, finding the spot that makes me gasp.I'm drowning in sensation. In them. In the bond that's wrapping us together so tightly I can't tell where I end and they begin.This is what it means to have mates. To belong to someone so completely that they can unmake you with a touch.Luciano breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. "We need to stop.""Why?" The word comes out needy, desperate."Because if we don't stop now, we won't stop at all." His voice is strained. "And we do actually need to finish planning."Reality crashes back. Cara. The facility. The danger.Right.I step back, immediately missing their touch. All three of them look wrecked—breathing hard, eyes dark, fighting for control."Later," Alvaro promises, voice rough. "When this is over. When you're safe. We're finishing this."The promise in his word

Amaya's pov After we catch our breath, Javier pulls me into the shower, the hot water cascading over our sweat-slicked bodies. He soaps me up slow, his hands lingering on my tits and between my legs, teasing until I'm squirming. "Can't get enough of this tight little body," he murmurs, pinning me against the tile wall. His cock hardens against my ass, and he grinds into me, slipping a finger inside my pussy to stroke that spot that makes me weak.Alvaro and Luciano join us, the steam filling the air as they crowd in. Alvaro grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him while Javier fingers me harder. "Eyes on me, Amaya. Watch what you do to us." His free hand strokes his dick, already leaking pre-cum. Luciano presses against my side, his mouth on my neck, sucking bruises into my skin. He reaches down, joining Javier's fingers inside me, stretching me with two thick digits from each.I gasp, my legs shaking as they work me over. Javier pulls out and lifts my thigh, sliding his cock into my

Amaya's pov The cell is exactly as I remember.Eight by ten feet. Concrete walls. Single cot bolted to the floor. Metal toilet in the corner. A small window near the ceiling that lets in just enough light to know when it's day or night.I've been here for six hours. I know because I've been counting my heartbeats, using the rhythm to keep myself grounded. To remind myself I'm alive.To remind myself they're coming.The bond is stretched thin, but it's there. I can feel them—Alvaro's fury burning like wildfire, Javier's calculating determination, Luciano's steady resolve. They're not sleeping. Not resting.They're planning.The door opens. Hayes enters with two guards, both carrying tranquilizer guns."How are you settling in?" he asks pleasantly, like this is a hotel and not a prison.I don't answer. Haven't spoken since they locked me in here except to give my name."Silent treatment. How mature." He pulls up a chair just outside the cell bars, sitting down. "We have a lot of work t

Amaya's POVI’ve been here for six hours, repeating my story to different agents, answering the same questions over and over.My mates are in separate rooms, giving their own statements. The door opens and a new agent enters. Older, distinguished looking. His badge reads Agent Morrison, Department of Homeland Security."Miss Reed," he says, sitting across from me. Not Amaya. Miss Reed. Formal. "I've reviewed your statement. Very detailed. Very thorough.""Thank you?""I have some concerns." He opens a folder, spreading photos across the table. "These are images from the facility raid. Your mates and several accomplices conducted a militarygrade operation. Explosives, tactical gear, coordinated assault. Where did three college students get this kind of training and equipment?"My stomach sinks. "They were rescuing me—""They broke approximately forty federal laws doing it." Morrison leans back. "Destruction of government property, unlawful entry, theft of classified materials, assault