Follow
Chapters
Share
Luna for the Twin Alphas Novel Cover

Luna for the Twin Alphas

Book 1 : “She looks delightful,” the alpha’s voice dropped a note, making Anastasia flustered. She finally deflected her gaze away from the alpha . The alpha’s face still looked angry, yet his words suggested he wasn’t. Does he just never look happy? “We found her, our mate.” “8 f*ck*ng years,” the other alpha hummed. “We waited for you for 8 years. Now that you are finally in front of us, I can see why. Perfection cannot be rushed and there is no omega like you.” “Perfect,” the other repeated back, face still buried in her scent gland. Anastasia only ever wanted to feel safe. She got more than he bargained for when he ran away from his cruel father and even crueler intended mate her father sold her to Book 2: Sylvia becomes a mail Order bride travels to meet her new husband, Xander, and marry him on the very same day. But, once there she discovers that he is set to marry twins. Book 3 : Pregnant for a man who seduced her and then abandoned her, Eden had only one idea in mind: to demand reparation. But when she arrives in London to confront him, after a long difficult trip, Eden is left dismayed: the father of her unborn pup had disappeared. His title of viscount, his lands, are now the property of his brother, the taciturn Ian Boyle. A surprise that hides another: because Ian, who does not compromise with the honor of his name, orders Eden to marry him when he discovers that she is expecting a child. A white marriage that would save appearances? No. Faced with the burning look that Ian puts on her, Eden guesses that this proposal will not be without a counterpart or compromise
Chapters
Share

Chapter 3

“Shift back,” the warrior announced menacingly. He wanted his omega in his arms. This was their mate, for god’s sake! The omega whimpered a bit, cowering down to cover herself.

With an angry huff, he grabbed his twins around and turned him around, giving the omega privacy once again. The minute he sensed that the omega had turned, he twirled around again, marching to the omega quickly and dropping to his knees in front of her, eyes ablaze.

Anastasia had only managed to grab her shirt to cover her front parts. The alpha watched her, analyzing her every detail, a hand reached up to touch her silver hair. The omega flinched. She felt the other twin sit next to her, wrapping his arms around her protectively and burying his face in her neck. Anastasia felt terrified but safe at the same time, so she bared her neck just like her omega instincts were telling her to do in front of the alphas. The warrior kept touching her, face looking angry as he trailed his hands over her face, never breaking eye contact. The other alpha came out of nowhere and lifted her to his lap. Anastasia squealed in embarrassment. She was still very naked, the shirt only covering his chest and sex. The alpha's sudden affection towards her heated her inside, letting a small ember of hope bloom inside of her that everything would be okay. The fire was small but did enough to freeze her fingers and toes, she did not dare venture either in fear of getting burnt. She was still too cold to delve into the warmth so quickly. But the way her omega cradled her told her that it would be soon, she was safe and she would be warm again. “She looks delightful,” the alpha’s voice dropped a note, making Anastasia flustered. She finally deflected her gaze away from the elder. The alpha’s face still looked angry, yet his words suggested he wasn’t. Does he just never look happy? “We found her, our mate.” “8 fucking years,” the other alpha hummed. “We waited for you for 8 years. Now that you are finally in front of us, I can see why. Perfection cannot be rushed and there is no omega like you.” “Perfect,” the warrior repeated back, face still buried in her scent gland before latching onto his neck and nipping at it. Anastasia gasped, back arching at the sensation. The alpha holding her in his lap did the same, holding her body close to him. A mixture of emotions passed through Anastasia, love, acceptance, and completion. She had just presented two weeks ago yet here she was with her mates. twins. “We need to end the ceremony,” the leader spoke after a while. Anastasia was in a daze from the scenting session, it had been so long since she had any sort of affection like this, she was blissed out. She languidly flopped her head on the alpha's shoulder, eyes closing. She heard the warrior growl. “I refuse to let her go,” he declared, hands grabbing at Anastasia’s waist possessively. The grip was stronger than before. The leader huffed, “You possessive mutt. I’ll go then.” Suddenly, Anastasia was being passed to the other alpha as if she weighed nothing. She instinctively wrapped her hands around the alpha’s neck, shying away when he saw the intense way he was getting looked back at. She dropped one arm off to shyly adjust the top to keep covering her skin, now very aware of where the alpha hands were situated on her bare skin, one hand was holding her a little too close to her buttocks. “Take off your robe Leo,” the alpha said, “I am not walking her through the halls this exposed. Her skin is for our eyes only.” Eyes fixated on her feet, Anastasia felt a larger cloth covering her, smelling like the alphas and still warm on her skin. She sighed contentedly as she pulled it up to her chin. The alpha walked her through the massive palace, eyes never straying away from her face. Anastasia avoided looking at him. This alpha seemed ruder, more abashed like the other alphas from her old pack whilst the other twin was calmer. Despite heavily favoring one of them, both already made her feel safe, her omega was content around them, and that was all the proof she needed to let some of her guards down. Her skin didn't prickle at their touch, and that was a sign enough that she should let the actions continue. She was gently placed on a large bed, swimming with her mates’ scents. She had to fight the urge to roll around in it, it was already something she craved to smell all the time. Anastasia used the robe to fully cover her body all the way up to her lips, the smell calming her down. She sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for what was going to happen now. Would they mate that night? She wasn’t ready at all. The alpha left the room to bark at some maids before he came back in and sat on a chair opposite her. They sat there looking at each other for a moment before a beta entered the room with clothes. The alpha growled at her possessively, snatching the clothes off her and slamming the door. The omega felt alarmed by the noise but tried to hide her flinch to no avail. the warrior noticed anyway. He came and stood in front of Anastasia, placing the clothes down beside her, and went back to sit, eyes still on his form. Was she supposed to get dressed in front of the alpha? “Could you not-” she gestured at the alpha nervously and she grabbed the clothes. The alpha huffed before standing up and walking to the end of the room, staring out of the window. He was acting like Anastasia was a huge nuisance, and the omega didn't like it one bit. Just a moment ago he was going on about how happy he was to see his mate, what was his issue? Anastasia stood up and started dressing in the fine material, sticking her tongue out at the other alpha childishly because she could.

The top was tied around her waist going down to her thighs and the pants were flowy, both materials clearly expensive. The soft cream color perfectly highlighted her hair, drawing attention to it.

As she admired herself a little in the mirror near her, she saw the other alpha enter. Anastasia gasped in shock at the sudden noise, regaining her composure after a second and looking down embarrassed. The alphas whipped to look at her tensely, making sure she was okay before relaxing

“We waited so fucking long for you,” the leader said, trailing his eyes languidly over her body. “Seeing you now, it was worth the wait.” “Very.” The other alpha turned around, moving to go stand next to his brother

. Not knowing what to do, Anastasia sat on the bed again, looking at the floor as she waited for something to happen.

Looking up, the two alphas were looking into each other’s eyes, communicating that way. Telekinesis. Twins could do that, couldn’t they? They both nodded to each other before looking back at the omega, her skin prickled from the lustful stares.

It was as if they were admiring her. They went to the opposite side of the bed, shedding their top layers to expose their chests, and lay down on the bed. He stood up off the bed and just looked at them, unsure of what was supposed to happen now.

Both alphas were devastatingly handsome, tall, broad, and powerful. Their bodies were thickly wrapped in muscles, their physique strong and hard. They both had a couple of scars marrying their skin, but the alpha had a substantial amount more.

One of them was deep and curved from his left rib down past his belly button. It was really hot. The leader gestured for her to come forward, Anastasia complied with shaky legs, crawling towards him and kneeling near them. The alpha gently grabbed her waist, lifting her off the bed and between the two alphas.

Again, that strength. She faced the ceiling as both alphas turned to their sides to look at her, one of their hands sliding behind her back and the other her waist. The other hand trailed down her chest, one on her thigh. Once again the two alphas nosed as her glands, drinking in her scent like they were thirsty.

She felt at peace, so he didn’t squirm, they both felt so safe. “There is so much we want to know about you, and probably you as well, all we know are each other’s names,” the leader spoke, hot breath fanning her neck

You may also like

After My Mate Chose His Mistress, I Fought Novel Cover
9.5
I smoothed my hand over the soft curve of my seven-month pregnant belly as I entered the grand hall of the Shadowcrest Pack house. The weight of my unborn pup pressed against my spine, a constant reminder of the life growing within me. Two omega wolves flanked me, their heads bowed respectfully as they guided me through the crowd of mingling werewolves from various packs. "Luna Isabella," one of them murmured, "Alpha Marcus asked that you be seated near the front for the gathering." I nodded, grateful for the consideration. Despite the discomfort of late pregnancy, I'd insisted on attending this inter-pack meeting. After all, I had invested my family's resources to help rebuild this territory when Marcus's pack was on the brink of financial collapse. Though no one here knew my true identity as the daughter of the Alpha King of the Moonveil Pack, I took pride in what we had accomplished together. My gaze swept across the hall, searching for my mate. The bond between us pulsed steadily, though lately it had felt... muted.
CLAIMED BY MY ENEMY ALPHA  Novel Cover
8.8
One night. One bite. And Katya never forgot the way Dmitri Volkov made her body burn. Five years later she hides with their secret twins until the cold, dangerous Alpha finds her. His eyes promise sin. His voice is a command. "Mine," he growls, dragging her close. Katya should run. But his touch is fire in the frozen Russian night, and the more she fights, the deeper she falls. He wants her. He wants their children. And this time, he won't let her go.
Marked By Moonlight  Novel Cover
9.3
When you turn eighteen in Ebonridge, the truth about who you really are is revealed. Most teenagers discover they are ordinary. Amara Vale does not. The moment she touches the Moon Stone, the ancestral grove awakens - igniting a forbidden werewolf bloodline within her. Suddenly, the hidden creatures of the forest can sense her, and none can ignore what she has become. As danger stirs and long-buried secrets emerge, Amara must decide who truly controls her destiny: the father she has never met... or the ancient magic flowing through her veins. Marked by Moonlight is a story of survival, identity, and the cost of uncovering the truth.
My Alpha Tried to Steal My Daughter Novel Cover
9.4
The tinted glass of the limousine was cool against my forehead, a sharp contrast to the fire burning in my veins. Outside, the familiar trees of the Shadow Creek territory blurred past—oaks and pines that had once witnessed my happiest childhood memories and my darkest nightmares. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, not out of fear, but anticipation. Beside me, a large, warm hand covered my trembling one. I turned to look at Thatcher. My mate. My King. His golden eyes, usually so fierce they could bring Alphas to their knees, were soft as they studied my face. "You don't have to do this, Malia," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the car's plush interior. "I can burn this pack to the ground without you ever stepping foot on this cursed soil." I squeezed his hand, drawing strength from the bond that hummed between us—a connection far deeper, far purer than the twisted tether I had once shared with Derek.
My Mate Tried to Kill Me Novel Cover
9.0
The crate of wine bottles dug into my palms as I stumbled after the other servants through the grand entrance of the Silver Lake Pack's ceremonial hall. My arms screamed in protest, muscles burning from the two-hour journey carrying supplies that should have been transported by cart. But Omegas didn't get carts. Omegas got splinters and contempt. "Move faster, Anderson!" Beta Thomas's voice cracked like a whip behind me. "You think the Wedding of the Century waits for useless baggage?" I bit down on my tongue hard enough to taste copper. Three years ago, he would have called me "Miss Estelle" and bowed his head. Now I was just Anderson—not even worth a first name. The Silver Lake Pack's neutral territory was breathtaking, all marble columns and crystal chandeliers that caught the afternoon light like captured stars. Under different circumstances, I might have appreciated the beauty.
My Sister's Fiance Ordered Me To Kneel In Public Novel Cover
8.3
"Kneel." The command drops through the chandelier-lit ballroom like a steel blade. The music dies, leaving only the clinking of crystal glasses and the heavy, suffocating scent of winter frost—the signature pheromones of our Alpha. Standing at the center of the marble floor is my flawless, pure-blood sister, beaming in her custom engagement gown. Sitting on the velvet throne is Kaelen, her soon-to-be mate and the most ruthless ruler this pack has seen in centuries. And then there is me, the half-breed stain of the family, holding a silver tray of champagne, frozen in the dead silence. A low murmur ripples through the crowd. The elders sneer, whispering about how the Alpha is finally putting the trash in her place. My sister steps back, giving me a pitying look, fully expecting me to drop to the floor in absolute humiliation. I stare at Kaelen’s polished leather shoes. He leans forward, resting his chin on his knuckles, his ice-blue eyes piercing straight through my ribs. The pack thinks this is a display of power to honor his pure-blood bride. They don’t see the way his pupils dilate, swallowing the iris entirely. They don’t know that the bruise hidden high on my left thigh perfectly matches the grip of his heavy hand. Because exactly twelve hours ago, in the pitch black of my attic bedroom, he whispered that exact same command against my collarbone. My knees hit the cold marble. The silver tray rattles as I lower my head. Kaelen slowly uncrosses his legs, his boot stopping a fraction of an inch from my ruined dress. He leans down, the scent of frost wrapping around my throat, and his lips brush the shell of my ear. "Good girl."