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🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 it contains raw unfiltered sex scene. Prepare to cum in your pants:After she lost her parents to a brutal attack, Liora is taken in by the mysterious and powerful Alpha, Kane. Raised under his protection and his umbrella, she knows how to follow the rules, how to remain obedient, and how to forget her dreams as well. But the closer she gets to her first heat, the more impossible it becomes to resist the body of Alpha Kane. Their instincts spark and the desire they both share for one another explodes, bringing them into a tight embrace and they find themselves unable to let go. Will they be able to resist fate? Or is this a forbidden passion that it set to consume them both?

MARKED BY THE ALPHAS HEAT Chapter 1

LIORA My desires were completely out of this world. People prayed for the moon goddess for stuff like good luck, wealth, longevity of life, and those kind of things which made living life more worthwhile. But me? I prayed for just one thing. One dirty, nasty thing. I wanted the sexy, and dangerous Alpha Kade to look at me like I was his sex toy and treat me the same way. I wanted him to know that he owned me, because he actually did, and that I was willing to spread my legs at his whisper so that he could fuck me like the cunt that I wanted to be. I wanted to be his for the taking. Alpha Kade had come to my rescue when I was still younger. My town had been attacked by rogue wolves, my family were killed and I had been taken captive, just because they needed girls like us for their entertainment. But Alpha Kade has appeared from nowhere with his own men and rescued us. Then he took me in and raised me as his own. He owned me. My body and soul was his. And I wanted him to see that, to understand that, just the way that I did. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. My hair was black but there was a streak of white in it running down the side. I remembered my mom doing that to my hair before the whole nemesis happened, said she wanted me to stand out. I was dressed in a white dress that stopped just before my knees. It was tight at my breasts, allowing some bit of cleavage to stand out. My greatest asset was my hair. It seemed to go with everything I wore. A rapid knock graced the door. "Who is it?" I asked. The door opened and my best friend, Mara walked in. She was wearing a purple dress and had flowers in her auburn hair. She gasped when she saw me. "What?" I asked. "Oh, my gosh, Liora. You do look stunning." "I do?" "Of course," she admitted. And we both looked at ourselves in the mirror. "You look beautiful yourself too," I complimented. "Hey, sorry I'm a bit late, birthday girl. I'll get your makeup done and we'll be out of here in no time." It was my 22nd birthday and Alpha Kade had decided to throw a birthday party in my name. Well, he had been doing that ever since he'd found me. And at that age, I felt like it was high time he noticed me. I wanted to feel his dick inside of me. I had heard rumors that his dick was like some rod and even the Moon goddess whimpered whenever he went to the pool to bath. Yeah, they said she always came to watch him. And his body and dick were her greatest obsession. But I didn't care a thing about that. I wanted him to want me, to own me, to control me, I wanted to be his play toy, I wanted him to spank my ass and tell me naughty things, I wanted him to rape me and tell me that he wasn't going to stop until he had all his seed inside of my pussy. I fantasized a lot about it happening, and it was high time it came to pass. Mara finished my make up and showed me a crown she'd made for me. She put it on my head and we both went downstairs to where the party was. There were a lot of people, mostly invited by Alpha Kade. I didn't know more than half of those people anyway. "There are important people here, Liora," Mara told me. "But you stay with me, okay?" I nodded in the affirmative. I suddenly felt very conscious of myself. Like I wanted whoever was looking at me to be impressed with what he or she saw. I didn't want to walk the wrong way or appear the wrong way. A sensation crawled up my back and my skin developed goosebumps. It wasn't for nothing because my eyes soon landed on Kade. He stood at six feet, five inches tall and I was like five feet seven inches tall. He could gather me in his arms and I wouldn't want to leave that comfort zone. His eyes were gold, and they looked at me so much intensity it felt like I would burst into flames. The way he touched me with those eyes... I wanted him to use his hands instead. He had sharp feature which made him more masculine and more handsome. Just looking at him and I felt my pussy begin to leak with juice. "There's Kade," Mara said. "Let's go say hi to the Alpha." We walked over, hand in hand, my eyes never leaving his face and my legs shaking. "Alpha," I said, after Mara nudged my shoulder. He took one look at me, then turned and walked away. Why had he done that? "Well, that happened," Mara commented. "I don't think I look presentable," I turned to Mara with this complaint. "Are you serious? Of course you look presentable. Maybe Kade just has a couple of things in mind to attend to." Nyx intruded with her attendants. She had this long white dress linked with tiny shiny orbs. She always made sure she looked better than everyone at any party. "Oh, the slave wears a crown now," she said and her attendants sniggered. "I'm not a slave," I told her. "Don't let this birthday party confuse you. I'm sure Alpha Kade was just bored and wanted to see me in my best," and she adjusted her boobs as she said this. "You should watch your tone, Nyx," Mara warned. "And what would you do about that? You seem to forget who my father is." "And you seem to forget who trained your father, Nyx," Mara shot back. The smug expression vanished from her face and she turned around and left in a huff. "She back bites everywhere she goes but I'm not going to let her get to you, okay?" Mara said. "Hey, what did I miss?" Ivory joined us. She was dressed in blue and she was the last of our circle. The three of us. "Nyx's horrified face!" Mara raised her voice and we all laughed. Music filtered out. And in no time, someone walked over to where we stood. It was Jared. He was one of my admirers. "Hello, ladies. Can I have the honor of dancing with the birthday girl?" I wanted to say no because he wasn't the man whom I had been expecting to ask me. But the problem was, only Jared had dared to ask. "Okay," I said, and he took my hand. Just before we finished the dance, I felt that sensation on my skin again. Like someone was watching me. But when I turned in the direction I was sure of, there was no one who had eyes on me.
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