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.
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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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The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.
9.2
After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot.
In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts.
He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago.
To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world.
"A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust.
Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone.
I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead.
But I was wrong about him being powerless.
One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura.
He wasn't crippled at all.
The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
8.6
For two years, I was trapped behind my own eyes, a prisoner in my own skull.
A crazed fan had hijacked my body after a brutal car crash, wearing my skin like a cheap suit.
When my soul finally locked back into my flesh in a cramped hospital room, I realized she had destroyed everything I built.
This parasitic stalker had drained my massive fortune to zero, buying luxury gifts for a mediocre actor and turning me into the internet's most hated woman.
My phone was flooded with death threats, and the hashtag demanding I go to hell was trending at number one.
Even the hospital nurses despised me. One marched into my room, raising her hand to violently slap my pale cheek.
"You psychotic bitch, you make me sick!"
Worse, my sprawling Beverly Hills estate had been foreclosed and sold to a mysterious billionaire named Kasey Dominguez.
I had absolutely nothing left. No money. No reputation. No home.
The sheer violation of watching a psychotic stranger ruin my life while I was locked in the passenger seat of my own mind made my blood boil.
I refused to let her destroy my legacy.
As the nurse's hand descended, my atrophied muscles snapped into action.
I twisted her wrist until the joint popped, grabbed the keys to my freedom, and slipped out into the cold Los Angeles night.
I was going to take my life back, starting with the billionaire who thought he owned my house.