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 4

Aurelius's knot held for long minutes.

It throbbed inside me with every heartbeat. Hot pulses of his release kept coming in slow waves. My belly felt tight and full, too full. Every small shift tugged at my rim. Sharp pleasure-pain sparked through me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I refused to beg.

Finally, the knot softened.

Aurelius pulled out with a wet sound. Slick and cum spilled from me. It ran down my crack and pooled on the leather beneath. I clenched on nothing again. Empty. Aching. My body hated the loss as much as it hated the fullness.

Aurelius stood. He wiped sweat from his brow and grinned down at me. "Good boy. Took me like you were made for it."

I glared. No words. My throat felt raw from holding back screams.

Thorne nodded toward Cassian. "Your turn."

Cassian rose from his place at my head. Slow. No rush. He moved like water. Quiet. Inevitable.

He circled the bench once. His amber eyes never left me, studying. Memorizing.

He stopped between my legs and looked down at my wrecked hole. Slick and cum glistened there. Open. Reddened. Still fluttering.

He did not speak.

He never did much.

Instead, he reached down. One finger traced my stretched rim, gentle. Almost careful. The touch made me shiver. My hole clenched around nothing. More slick leaked out.

Cassian's finger slipped inside. Easy. No resistance left after the first two. He crooked it. Pressed against that spot inside me, the one that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I gasped. My back arched. The straps held me down.

He added a second finger, scissoring them. Slow stretch. Opening me wider. Preparing.

His other hand rested on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. Soothing. Claiming.

Thorne and Aurelius watched, silent now, arms crossed. Waiting.

Cassian withdrew his fingers.

He unbuckled his belt. Leather whispered. Pants slid down.

His cock emerged. Long. Curved upward. Thick knot at the base, already swelling. Darker skin flushed. Veins prominent. It looked made to hit deep. To stay.

He lined up. The head nudged my entrance. Hot. Slick. Ready.

He pushed in.

Slow. Inch by inch. No rush. No violence. Just steady pressure, filling me deeper than the others. The curve dragged along my front wall, hitting that spot over and over.

I moaned. Could not stop it. Loud. Broken.

Cassian leaned forward. His long black hair fell around us like a curtain, blocking out the firelight. Only his amber eyes were visible, burning into mine.

He bottomed out. Hips flush. Knot bumping my rim but not forcing yet.

He stayed there. Still. Letting me feel every inch. Every throb.

Then he moved.

Slow rolls. Deep thrusts. Controlled. Precise. Each one aimed to rub that spot, to build the fire slow and steady.

My cock leaked steadily now. Untouched. Dripping onto my stomach.

My hole gripped him, trying to keep him inside.

Pleasure coiled tight. Too much. Not enough.

Cassian's hand slid to my throat again, thumb pressing my pulse. Felt it race.

His other hand wrapped around my cock, first touch there. Firm. Slow strokes matching his thrusts.

I cried out, body jerking against the straps.

He sped up just enough. Thrusts deeper. Knot swelling bigger. Bumping harder. Threatening.

I shook my head. Tears streamed. "No... too much..."

Cassian leaned closer. His breath ghosted my lips.

For the first time, he spoke. Voice low. Rough. Barely a whisper.

"Mine."

One final deep thrust.

His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat flooded me again. Thick ropes of release filled what space was left. My belly swelled slightly. Overfull. Owned.

Cassian stayed buried. Knot pulsing. Hand still stroking my cock in slow pulls.

I shattered.

Orgasm hit hard. White-hot. Vision blurred. Body convulsing. Cum shot across my chest in weak spurts. Hole clenching around his knot. Milking him.

He did not move. Just held me through it. Hand on my throat. Eyes locked on mine.

Silent. Possessive. Complete.

When my tremors faded, he lowered his head. Pressed his forehead to mine.

Still inside. Still locked. Still owning.

Thorne's voice cut through the haze. Low. Satisfied.

"All three of us now. You're marked. Claimed."

Aurelius chuckled. "Welcome to the triad, little omega."

Cassian said nothing more.

He just stayed. Deep. Locked.

Letting me feel it. Letting me know.

There was no escape.

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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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