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 3

Thorne pulled out slowly.

His pierced cock dragged every inch on the way out. The bars caught on my rim. Sharp sparks shot through me. I gasped. My hole stayed open for a second. Slick leaked out in a slow, thick drip.

I felt empty. Aching. Hating how much I noticed the loss.

Thorne stepped back. He wiped himself on my torn shirt. Casual. Like I was nothing more than a rag.

He looked at Aurelius. "Your turn."

Aurelius grinned. Wide. Feral.

He had already stripped his shirt off. Golden skin gleamed in the firelight. Muscles flexed as he moved closer. His pants hit the floor next. His cock sprang free. Thick at the base. Veins bulging. The knot already half swollen. Heavy. Promising to lock.

He climbed onto the bench between my spread legs. The leather creaked under his weight.

He gripped my thighs. Hard. Fingers digging into soft flesh. Bruises would form later. I knew it.

"Been waiting for this," he said. Voice rough. "Since I scented you in the clearing."

I turned my head away. "Fuck you."

He laughed. Low. "Soon, little omega. Soon."

Cassian still knelt at my head. His hand stayed on my throat. Steady pressure. Not choking. Just reminding me who controlled my breath.

Aurelius lined up. The blunt head pressed against my slick entrance. Thorne had already stretched me. But Aurelius felt different. Wider at the base. Hotter. More aggressive.

He did not ease in.

He thrust forward. One hard push. Half his length buried in one go.

I cried out. My back arched off the bench. The straps bit into my wrists and ankles. Pain flared. Pleasure twisted through it. My walls clenched around him. Trying to push him out. Pulling him deeper at the same time.

"Fuck yes," Aurelius groaned. "Tight. Wet. Perfect."

He pulled back. Slammed in again. Deeper. Harder. His hips snapped against mine. The sound echoed in the room. Wet slaps. My slick made every thrust loud. Obscene.

I bit my lip. Tried to hold back sounds. Failed. Moans slipped out. Broken. Shameful.

Aurelius leaned down. His chest pressed to mine. Sweat mixed. His mouth found my neck. Teeth grazed skin. Not biting. Not yet. Just teasing.

"You like it," he growled against my throat. "Say it."

"No," I gasped.

He laughed again. Thrust harder. His knot bumped my rim. Swelling more with each stroke. Stretching me wider. Threatening to lock.

Cassian's thumb brushed my jaw. Gentle. Almost tender. It made everything worse. The contrast. The cruelty mixed with care.

Aurelius sped up. Brutal rhythm. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. His cock, hard despite everything, bobbed against my stomach. Leaking. Untouched.

"Gonna knot you," Aurelius panted. "Gonna fill you up. Make you mine."

I shook my head. Tears slipped down my temples.

He slammed in one last time. Deep. Deep. His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat exploded inside me. His release flooded hot and thick. Pulse after pulse. I felt it. Every spurt. My belly tightened. Full. Too full.

Aurelius groaned long and low. His body shook. The knot throbbed inside me. Tugging at my rim with every heartbeat.

He collapsed over me. Heavy. Breathing hard. His knot kept us joined. No escape.

Thorne watched. Arms crossed. Smirk on his face.

Cassian's hand slid from my throat to my hair. He stroked once. Soft. Possessive.

Aurelius lifted his head. Looked at Cassian.

"Your turn soon," he said. His voice was rough from pleasure. "He's still fighting. You'll like breaking that."

Cassian said nothing.

His amber eyes burned brighter.

The knot pulsed again.

I whimpered. My body trembled.

Overstimulated.

Overfilled.

Owned.

And it was only the second alpha.

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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

Chapter 3

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