Semua Bab Claimed by the Notorious Alphas (Erotic Collection): Bab 1 - Bab 10

Amelia’s P.O.VThe cold air of the underground chamber bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the freezing terror that had settled in my bones over the last few weeks. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know what city, or even what country, the traffickers had dragged me to after they snatched me from that dusty roadside in the middle of nowhere.All I knew was the smell of damp concrete, the taste of copper in my mouth from where I’d been struck, and the crushing weight of hopelessness.My mind kept drifting back to the day it all happened, a memory that played on a loop like a waking nightmare. I had been traveling, trying to find a fresh start, driving through a scenic route that I thought would lead me to a new life.I remembered the sudden pop of a tire, the hiss of air, and the way the silence of the countryside had felt peaceful for exactly three seconds. Then, the doors of my car had been ripped open. I remembered the rough grip of calloused hands, the scream that d

Amelia’s P.O.VThe weight of the beast was suffocating. I lay pinned against the cold marble, the air crushed out of my lungs by the sheer mass of the creature. The wolf—Marco—was a mountain of charcoal fur and raw muscle, his claws digging into the stone on either side of my head.I could feel the heat radiating off him in waves, a feral, oppressive warmth that smelled of pine needles and blood. I stared up into those glowing golden eyes, my breath coming in jagged, sobbing gasps, waiting for the teeth to sink into my throat.But the bite never came.Instead, the wolf let out a low, vibrating huff, his massive head dipping down to nuzzle the crook of my neck. He didn't snap; he inhaled, a deep, greedy draw of my scent that made his entire body shudder. The vibration of his purr-like growl rattled my ribs, a sound that was less about hunger and more about an obsessive, terrifying possession."Enough, Marco," Luca’s voice commanded.The wolf snapped his head up, a guttural snarl rippin

Amelia’s P.O.VLuca’s grip on my wrists was firm, an anchoring weight that made me feel small and utterly possessed. “No, little mate. It’s our duty to satisfy you now.”His voice wasn't just a sound; it was a vibration that traveled from his throat, through the fresh, stinging mark on my neck, and straight down to the pulsing center of my thighs. I felt a surge of scorching restlessness, a hunger I didn’t know I possessed until this moment.Beside him, Marco and Dante let out low, guttural growls. One vibrated against the sensitive skin of my breast, the other against my inner thigh, sending jolts of electricity through my nerves. I was already soaking, my hips twitching instinctively, desperate for a friction I had never experienced.The undressing was an agonizingly slow torture of anticipation. They worked in tandem, their movements synchronized. Dante leaned over me, his lips grazing my jawline as he slowly slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders.Marco knelt at my feet, his

Amelia’s P.O.VThe days following the claiming were a blur of sensory overload and emotional chaos. The estate, which had once felt like a gilded cage, had transformed into a sanctuary of decadent, primal obsession.I was the Luna, the heart of their pack, and the brothers treated me as such—though their versions of "devotion" were as different as night, day, and the twilight in between.As the initial shock of the bond settled, I began to realize that while they were united in their claim over me, they were wildly different in how they sought to possess me. It wasn't just their personalities that diverged; it was the way they touched me, the way they looked at me, and the way they fucked me.Luca was the anchor. As the eldest and the leader, his approach to our intimacy was calm, strategic, and intensely protective.When he took me alone, it felt like a lesson in surrender. He didn't rush; he mapped my body with a precision that felt almost clinical yet deeply affectionate. He would

Amelia’s P.O.VThe aftermath of the slaughter was a blur of adrenaline and raw emotion. I had spent the last hour in the master suite, my hands trembling as I cleaned the blood from their skin. I had kissed the bullet grazes on Luca’s shoulder, licked the salt from Marco’s cuts, and pressed my forehead against Dante’s scarred ribs, whispering promises of love and devotion.For the first time, the power dynamic had shifted; they weren't just my captors or my protectors—they were my everything.But as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long, bleeding shadows across the estate, the air changed. The peace we had fought for didn't just break; it evaporated.A sudden, oppressive weight slammed into the atmosphere, a psychic pressure so heavy it felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.It wasn't the frantic, greedy energy of the traffickers. This was something different. This was the scent of an Alpha—but not like the brothers. This scent was rotten, smelling of old