Todos los capítulos de The Alphas Who Owned Her: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

He dove back in with renewed hunger.His tongue pushed deep inside her, fucking her with it, tasting the mix of cum his brothers had left overnight...Barrett’s, Killian’s, his own from yesterday....all of it coating her walls."Fuck," he groaned. "You’re still full of us. Still dripping with our cum even after sleeping all night."The filthy words sent unwanted heat through her body.She shouldn’t be responding. Shouldn’t be getting wet from his mouth. Shouldn’t be feeling pleasure when her body was still broken from yesterday.But she was.God help her, she was.Cassian’s fingers curved inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped."There it is," he said, satisfaction in his voice. "There’s my good girl. Stop fighting it and just feel."His pace increased. Fingers pumping faster. Tongue working her clit with merciless intensity.The orgasm built fast...too fast, her body too sensitive to resist, too overwhelmed to fight.She came

The estate looked different in morning light. Still imposing, still dark and Gothic, but less nightmarish somehow. She could see details she’d missed before, expensive artwork on the walls, ornate light fixtures, the kind of craftsmanship that spoke of old money and older power.She walked slowly, trying to remember the path Mrs. Danver had taken last night. The corridors all looked similar, dark wood, plush carpets that muffled footsteps, windows that looked out over grounds she hadn’t seen yet.Voices echoed from somewhere below.Pack members, she guessed. Going about their morning routines. Living their lives completely separate from the nightmare happening in the guest wing.She found a staircase and descended carefully, her hand on the polished bannister for support.The ground floor was more active. She caught glimpses of wolves moving through distant corridors, warriors, by the look of them. Pack business happening all around her.She needed to find the kitchens. Or Mrs. Danver

She looked back down at the page and started reading, her voice shaking slightly."The massacre of 1847 marked one of the darkest moments in wolf-witch relations. Despite careful planning and extensive security measures, hunters discovered the location of the treaty signing. Seventeen wolves and twelve witches were killed. The evidence suggested an inside betrayal, though the guilty party was never conclusively identified...""Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?" Barrett’s voice was quiet. Dangerous.She kept reading, her voice getting steadier as she focused on the words."In the aftermath, both communities retreated from alliance efforts for nearly three decades. Trust, once broken between species, proved nearly impossible to rebuild. The incident served as a cautionary tale about the dangers of...""Stop."She stopped.Barrett moved around the chair, standing in front of her now. Looking down at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read."Stand up," he said.She stood, clutching the

Gwen set down the book she’d been pretending to read, her mind still spinning from what had happened in the library with Barrett earlier....and stood."Where are we going?""My room." His smile was sharp. Predatory. "I want to show you something."She followed him through the estate corridors, her heart hammering. She’d been in Killian’s office. Been claimed in the main hall and her own room. But she hadn’t seen where any of them actually lived....their private spaces, the places they went when they weren’t tormenting her.Cassian led her to the north wing....the restricted Alpha quarters. Past Killian’s office, past what looked like Barrett’s door, to the very end of the corridor.He opened the door and gestured for her to enter."After you, little omega."She stepped inside and stopped.The room was chaos.Not messy exactly, but alive in a way the rest of the pristine estate wasn’t. Weapons mounted on one wall....swords, knives, even what looked like ancient battle axes, all clearly

The main dining hall was massive.A long table that could easily seat fifty people dominated the center of the room. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead, casting warm light over dark wood and expensive place settings. Tall windows lined one wall, showing the darkening grounds outside.And the room was full.At least thirty pack members sat at the table....warriors, advisors, high-ranking wolves in expensive clothes that spoke of power and position. They were already eating, already deep in conversation.Until Gwen entered.Then the room went silent.Every head turned. Every eye locked on her.She felt the weight of their stares like physical pressure. Saw the recognition in their faces. The whispers starting immediately.That’s her. The traitor’s daughter. Arthur’s girl. The payment.Mrs. Danver’s hand touched her elbow briefly....a steadying gesture...then withdrew."The Alphas are at the head of the table," she said quietly. "Go to them."Gwen forced herself to walk.The brothers sat