Claimed by three Alphas

Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

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Chapter 2

They carried me like I was already theirs.

My wrists burned where Aurelius gripped them. Cassian's hands stayed firm on my waist, fingers digging just enough to remind me I could not break free. Thorne walked ahead. His long strides set the pace. Every step crushed leaves and breaking branches under his boots. No one spoke.

The forest grew thicker. Branches clawed at my arms and legs. Moonlight barely reached us now. The air turned colder and heavier. Their scents wrapped around me tighter. Thorne's metal and leather. Aurelius's smoke and aggression. Cassian's dark spice, quiet but everywhere.

My body would not stop betraying me.

Slick kept dripping. It soaked through my thin pants. Every time I shifted, the wet slide between my thighs made me clench harder. Heat pulsed low in my gut. My hole fluttered, empty and desperate. I hated it. I hated them. I hated myself most of all.

We broke through a line of pines. A stone structure rose ahead. Not a house. A den. Built into the side of the mountain. Thick timber walls. Iron reinforcements. Narrow windows like slits. Torches burned outside the heavy door. Guards nodded to Thorne as he passed. They did not look at me. They knew better.

Thorne pushed the door open. Heat rushed out. Firelight. The smell of wood smoke and fur and sex. My stomach twisted.

They carried me inside.

The main room was large. Stone floor covered in thick pelts. A massive hearth roared on one wall. Low couches and furs scattered around. Chains hung from beams in the ceiling. Not decoration. Tools.

Aurelius let go of my wrist first. He shoved me forward. I stumbled onto a wide fur rug in the center of the room. Cassian released my waist but stayed close behind me. Thorne shut the door with a heavy thud. The sound echoed.

I spun to face them. My chest heaved. "Let me go."

Thorne smiled. Slow. Dangerous. "No."

Aurelius circled me again. He sniffed the air. "Gods, he reeks of need. Already dripping like a bitch in heat."

"Shut up," I snapped.

Thorne stepped closer. He towered over me. "You talk too much, little omega."

He grabbed my shirt collar. One hard yank ripped it down the front. Fabric tore. Cool air hit my skin. I tried to cover myself. Cassian caught my arms from behind. He pinned them to my sides. Strong. Unyielding.

Thorne's eyes roamed over my bare chest. My nipples hardened in the heat of the room and under his stare. He dragged a rough finger down my sternum. Slow. Deliberate. Stopped just above my waistband.

"Pretty," he murmured. "Soft. Breakable."

I jerked against Cassian's hold. "Don't touch me."

Aurelius laughed again. "He says that now."

Thorne hooked a finger in my waistband. He tugged. The pants slid down my hips. I twisted. Kicked. Cassian tightened his grip. My pants pooled at my ankles. Slick glistened on my inner thighs. Obvious. Shameful.

Thorne crouched. His face level with my groin. He inhaled deeply. "Fuck. Sweet. Wet. Mine."

"Not yours," I hissed.

He looked up. Green eyes dark. "We'll see."

He stood. Nodded to the others.

Cassian lifted me. Effortless. He carried me to a low, padded bench near the fire. Thick leather straps waited at the corners. He laid me face-up. My back hit the padding. My arms stretched above my head. Aurelius fastened the wrist cuffs. Tight. Secure.

Thorne took my ankles. Spread my legs wide. Strapped them down. Exposed. Open. Helpless.

I thrashed once more. The bench did not move. The straps bit into my skin.

Aurelius leaned over me. His golden hair fell forward. "Look at you. All spread out. Leaking. Ready."

"I'm not ready for anything," I spat.

Thorne stepped between my legs. He palmed himself through his pants. The outline was thick. The piercings glinted even in firelight. "You will be."

Cassian moved to my head. He knelt. One hand rested on my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Claiming. His amber eyes never left mine.

Thorne unbuckled his belt. The sound echoed. Leather slid free. He shoved his pants down just enough.

His cock sprang out. Thick. Heavy. The piercings caught the firelight. A thick ring through the head. Smaller bars along the shaft. Designed to drag. To hurt. To make you feel every inch.

My hole clenched. More slick leaked out. Traitor body.

Thorne stroked himself once. Slow. "First taste is mine."

He lined up. The pierced head nudged my entrance. Cold metal against hot, slick skin.

I sucked in a breath.

He pushed.

The head breached me. The ring caught on my rim. Sharp stretch. Burn. I gasped.

He sank deeper. Inch by inch. The bars dragged along my walls. Every ridge. Every bump. Fire and pressure and too much.

I arched. Tears pricked my eyes.

"Fuck," Aurelius breathed. "Look at him take it."

Cassian's hand tightened on my throat. Just enough to feel my pulse race.

Thorne bottomed out. His hips flush against mine. His knot already swelling at the base. Not locked yet. Teasing.

He leaned down. Breath hot against my ear.

"Welcome home, little omega."

Then he started to move.

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Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate. I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo. The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives. My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked. To her, I was finally being disposed of. She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left. She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance—my biological mother’s trust fund—to pay for my stepsister’s lavish wedding to my ex. "She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back. But they made a fatal mistake. With my aunt’s help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon. I’m not running from the monster. I’m going to marry him. And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner. He will be my vengeance.

Action Mafia Romance

7.2

Falling for the hot alpha hockey star

7.2

Skylar thought she had it all until Liam, her boyfriend, betrayed her. She was broken and furious until she met Ryder,the gruff captain of the hockey team and feared alpha of a ruthless biker gang. She planned to use him for revenge. But Ryder's dangerous gaze made her question everything. When her family gave her a risky mission tied to Ryder's pack, secrets long hidden were revealed pulling her deeper into a world she barely understood. Now she's caught between two worlds and one question haunts her: Was she using him... or was he claiming her?

Action Mystery Werewolf

8.6

From Victim to Victor

8.6

After being framed for a horrific crime he never committed, a man is forced into a desperate fight for survival. To clear his name, he must navigate a dangerous underworld of corruption and betrayal while hunting down the true culprits. As he evolves from a helpless victim into a formidable force, he uncovers a massive conspiracy. Every step toward justice brings more violence, testing his resolve to reclaim his life and settle the score.

Action Modern Mystery

7.2

Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Ruthless Ex

7.2

I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze. Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist. She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before. "This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late. I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me. Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air. I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon. The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.

Action Billionaire Fantasy

8.1

Reborn To Escape His Toxic Love

8.1

Erich died in a freezing cabin, abandoned by the powerful Hollywood actor who had kept him as an abused, captive pet. But instead of finding peace, his eyes snapped open in a rundown bedroom. He had been reborn into the body of a suicidal stranger. The original owner, who shared his exact name, had swallowed a bottle of pills after being framed for plagiarism and destroyed by cyberbullying. Now, his new family was drowning in medical debt and facing foreclosure. Meanwhile, Erich was still paralyzed by the severe PTSD of his past life, suffocating at the mere memory of his ex's footsteps. Desperate to shed his trauma, he went to a barbershop to cut off the greasy hair hiding his new face. But when the barber removed the cape, a wave of pure, unadulterated terror crashed over Erich. Staring back in the mirror was his exact original face, complete with his signature teardrop mole. He knew if his psychopathic ex saw this face, the man would tear the world apart to drag him back to his personal hell in Malibu. But Erich refused to be a victim again. He grabbed a flyer for a prestigious art competition and looked at his stunned new sister. "I'm going to New York." This time, he wouldn't hide. He was going to use his art to save this broken family and declare war on everyone who had ruined them.

Action Fantasy LGBT+Romance

9.5

Seven words

9.5

Mara Vance never expected her life to shatter in an instant. But one late-night message-seven careless words never meant for her-exposes the truth her fiancé thought he'd buried. "She won't suspect anything tonight." Betrayal should have broken her. Instead, it sharpened her. While Marcus scrambles to keep his perfect image intact, Mara begins a quiet, calculated unraveling of everything he cherishes. Not loud. Not messy. No screaming, no scenes. Just a slow, elegant destruction designed to make him question his reputation... his future... and eventually, his sanity. As old loyalties shift and hidden secrets crawl into the light, Mara discovers that revenge isn't a moment-it's a strategy. And the sweetest payback is the kind no one sees coming until it's far too late. Seven words ended her trust. Now seven thousand unspoken plans will end his world. A tense, intoxicating story of love turned weapon-where the real damage is done in silence.

Action Mystery Romance

Claimed by three Alphas

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