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 6

Morning light slipped through the narrow slits in the stone walls.

It was pale and cold. The fire had burned low during the night. Embers glowed red. The air smelled of smoke, sweat, and sex.

I woke slowly. Body heavy. Sore in places I had never felt before. My hole throbbed with every heartbeat. A dull, deep ache. My thighs stuck together from dried slick and cum. My skin felt sticky. Marked.

Thorne was already up.

He stood near the hearth. Shirtless. Muscles shifting as he added wood to the fire. His back was to me. Scars crisscrossed his skin like old stories. He did not turn when I stirred.

Aurelius still slept behind me. Arm heavy across my waist. Breath warm on my neck. His cock pressed soft against my ass. A lazy reminder.

Cassian sat against the wall. Knees drawn up. Watching me. Always watching.

I tried to sit up. Winced. Everything hurt.

Thorne heard the sound. Turned.

"Up," he said. Voice flat. Command.

I glared. Did not move.

Aurelius woke with a grunt. Arm tightened around me. "He said up, little omega."

I pushed against his hold. Weak. Pointless.

Thorne crossed the room in three strides. Grabbed my upper arm. Pulled me to my feet. Legs shook. I almost fell. He held me steady. Rough grip.

"Lesson one," he said. "You obey. Fast."

He dragged me to the center of the room. The same fur rug from last night. Dropped me to my knees. Hard. Pain shot through my knees.

Aurelius followed. Yawned. Stretched. Cock already half-hard again.

Cassian stood. Moved closer. Silent circle.

Thorne stepped in front of me. Unbuckled his pants. Pulled himself out. Thick. Pierced. Already swelling.

"Open," he ordered.

I clenched my jaw. Looked up. Defiant.

Thorne grabbed my hair. Yanked my head back. Thumb pressed my lower lip. Forced my mouth open.

"You will learn to take us without fighting. Every hole. Every time."

He pushed forward. The pierced head slid past my lips. Metal clicked against my teeth. Salty taste. Thick stretch. He went deep. Hit the back of my throat. I gagged. Tears pricked.

He held there. Let me struggle. Let me feel it.

"Breathe through your nose," he said. Calm. Patient. Cruel.

I tried. Choked. Drool leaked from the corners of my mouth.

Aurelius knelt behind me. Hands on my hips. Lifted my ass higher. Spread my cheeks. Exposed again.

Cassian moved to my side. One hand rested on my back. Steady pressure. The other stroked my hair. Soft. Contrasting the roughness.

Thorne started to move. Slow thrusts. In and out. Fucking my mouth. Piercings dragged along my tongue. My jaw ached. Throat burned.

Behind me, Aurelius pressed two fingers into my hole. No warning. Slick from last night eased the way. He curled them. Pressed that spot. Hard.

I moaned around Thorne's cock. Vibration made him groan.

"Good," Thorne said. "That's it. Show us you can take it."

Aurelius added a third finger. Stretched me wider. Scissored. Prepared.

Cassian's hand slid under me. Wrapped around my cock. Slow strokes. Firm. Bringing me hard despite the humiliation.

I hated how fast I responded. How my hips rocked back onto Aurelius's fingers. How my mouth sucked harder around Thorne.

Thorne sped up. Thrusts deeper. Hitting my throat. Holding. Pulling out just enough for me to gasp. Then back in.

Aurelius pulled his fingers free. Replaced them with his cock. One hard push. Buried to the base.

I cried out around Thorne. Muffled. Desperate.

Aurelius groaned. "Fuck. Still so tight after last night."

He started thrusting. Hard. Fast. Hips slapping against my ass. Each thrust pushed me forward onto Thorne's cock. Double rhythm. Filling me from both ends.

Cassian stroked me faster. Thumb circled the head. Slick with my own precum.

Pleasure built too fast. Too much. I shook. Tears streamed. Body on fire.

Thorne gripped my hair tighter. Thrust once more. Deep. Held.

Hot release flooded my mouth. Thick. Salty. I swallowed. Choked. Swallowed again.

He pulled out. Cum dripped from my lips. Down my chin.

Aurelius slammed in one last time. Knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat exploded inside me. Filling me again.

Cassian's hand never stopped. Stroked me through it.

I came hard. Spurts across the fur. Body convulsing. Hole clenching around Aurelius's knot. Milking him.

They held me there.

Thorne wiped my mouth with his thumb. Smear of cum.

Aurelius stayed locked. Panting.

Cassian leaned down. Pressed a soft kiss to my temple.

Thorne crouched. Looked into my eyes.

"Lesson one complete," he said. "You took us. Good boy."

I could not speak. Throat raw. Body shaking.

But inside, something shifted.

Small. Dangerous.

The fight was still there.

But the craving grew stronger.

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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

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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

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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

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