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Seducing the Silent Alphas

Anna Russell thought she had found her forever in Derrick Martinez, the man holding the Silverfang Pack together while their Alphas were in seclusion. She gave him her innocence and her heart, only to find him in the arms of another woman hours later. Humiliated, rejected, and cast out into the rain by the very pack she called family, Anna decides she is done playing the victim. She trades her tears for a leather jacket and her heartbreak for a handgun. She rides to the Silverfang palace to end the man who betrayed her, but a single bullet intended for the Beta hits the wrong target. Ryker Reed, the most ruthless of the legendary Twin Alphas, doesn't even flinch when her bullet pierces his skin. Instead, he looks at Anna with a dark, hungry smirk. He and his brother Ronald have returned from eight years of exile to find their pack in shambles and their fated mate standing before them with a smoking gun. Now, Anna is caught between two powerful Alphas who want to claim her and a past that wants to destroy her. With the Silverfang Pack riddled with traitors, fake bonds, and hidden assassins, Anna must decide: Will she run from the destiny she never asked for? Or will she seduce the twin kings and take the throne she was born to rule?
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Chapter 1

Anna’s POV

"Ohh yeah, fuck me harder."

The words tore from my throat as I gripped the iron headboard of the bed so hard my knuckles turned white. The air in the room was thick and sweltering, smelling of sweat and the expensive cedarwood cologne Derrick always wore. I felt every muscle in my body tighten as he moved above me. For a moment, the world outside this room did not exist. There was no pack hierarchy. There was no "wolfless" label attached to my name. There was only the heat of his skin against mine.

Derrick’s cock was thick, pulsing, and harder than stone as he hovered over me. I was already dripping wet, my core aching with a desperate hunger to be filled. He grabbed my thighs, spreading them wide in a deep missionary style, and shoved my knees all the way to my shoulders.

"Ohh yeah, fuck me... fuck me harder, Derrick!" I screamed, my voice hitting a high, frantic note as he lunged forward.

He slid his huge dick all the way into my tight, soaking heat. The sensation was so intense I felt like I was floating on Cloud 9. Every time he slammed his pelvis against mine, he hit my v-spot with a heavy thud, sending waves of white-hot electricity through my entire body. I tossed my head back, my eyes rolling as a loud, guttural moan tore from my chest. He began to fuck me with a wild, animalistic rhythm, our bodies slapping together so loudly it filled the room.

"Yes! Fuck! More!" I shrieked, my fingers clawing at his back.

He flipped me over into doggy style, kneeling behind me and burying his hard cock back into my wet entrance from behind. I arched my back like a bow, screaming into the pillows as he rode me like his life depended on it. Every thrust was deeper than the last, stretching me out and sending me into a state of pure, mindless bliss. I was sweating, shaking, and screaming his name as the pleasure reached a breaking point, making my vision go blurry.

When the storm finally passed, Derrick collapsed beside me, pulling the silk sheets up to our waists. He pulled me into his chest, and I listened to the steady thumping of his heart. It was a heart I thought belonged to me.

"You are incredible, Anna," he whispered, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "I have waited so long for this."

I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. "I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to be sure."

"You can always be sure of me," Derrick said firmly. "I know how the Silverfang Pack looks at you. I know they see an orphan with no wolf and think you are nothing. But they forget you were the granddaughter of the greatest healer we ever had. I see who you really are. I see a queen."

I felt a lump form in my throat. Being a wolfless omega in a pack of predators was a nightmare. Since my grandmother died two years ago, I have been an outsider. I had no parents and no siblings. I was just a girl who lived on the edges of the territory, riding my bike to keep the voices of loneliness away. Derrick, the acting leader and Beta to the missing Twin Alphas, was my only light.

"You really mean it?" I asked softly. "About the marriage?"

"I am going to marry you, Anna. I am going to protect you forever. Tonight, at the mating ceremony, I will make it official. Everyone will know you are mine."

I kissed him one last time before sliding out of bed. "Then I should go. I want to ride down to the market and get those thick steaks you love. I want to cook us a celebratory dinner before the ceremony starts."

"Hurry back," he said with a lazy, satisfied grin. "I will be waiting for my dessert."

I pulled on my clothes, grabbed my helmet, and headed out. My motorcycle roared to life, a familiar growl that made me feel powerful. I sped through the Silverfang pack lands, the wind whipping past my face. I felt like I was finally winning at life. I bought the best meat, the freshest vegetables, and a bottle of wine that cost half my savings. I was so happy that I was humming to myself as I rode back through the palace gates.

I arrived back at the Silverfang palace an hour later. I used my key to enter the back way, wanting to surprise him in his private quarters. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed his bedroom door was not closed. It was swinging open just an inch.

Then, I heard it. A high-pitched moan that did not belong to me.

"Yes, Derrick! Right there! Use that big cock of yours!"

I froze. My heart stopped beating for a sec. I stepped closer, my boots silent on the plush carpet. Through the crack in the door, I saw them. Derrick had Joanna, a pack girl who had mocked me for years, bent over the vanity in a brutal doggy style position. He was behind her, his pants at his ankles, hammering his hard cock into her with a savage force.

"Oh fuck, Derrick! Yes! Right there!" Joanna shrieked, her voice echoing off the palace walls.

She looked like she was in heaven, her face twisted in a mask of pure ecstasy as she watched him fuck her in the mirror. Derrick was drenched in sweat, his veins popping out as he lunged into her again and again. I could see the thick juices coating his thick cock as it slid in and out of her with a loud, wet squelch.

"Tell me it's better than her!" Derrick growled, his voice a primal roar as he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

"It's incredible! Fuck me harder, you big Alpha! I’m cumming!" Joanna moaned, her body vibrating with pleasure as he hit her G-spot with a violent, shallow thrust. "Don't stop! I'm so much better than that little orphan!"

"Anna is just a placeholder," Derrick groaned as he accelerated his pace. "She is a wolfless orphan who does whatever I say. She thinks I am her hero. It makes it easy to keep her around to warm my bed until the Twin Alphas return. But you are a real wolf. You are the one who actually fits the role of a Beta’s female."

I felt like I had been stabbed. The steaks fell from my hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud. They didn't even hear me over the sound of their wet, rhythmic slapping and screaming moans. I didn't cry. I pulled out my phone and hit record. I filmed them for three full minutes. I captured every word, every lie, and every thrust. I watched as they hit a peak of pleasure that looked like pure fire, their voices joining in a loud, shameful chorus of lust.

I turned around and walked out. The girl who went into that palace was dead.

The mating ceremony was held in the grand hall that night. The entire Silverfang Pack was there, dressed in their best leathers and furs. Derrick stood on the stage, looking every bit like a powerful leader. He caught my eye and blew me a kiss. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Members of Silverfang!" Derrick shouted into the microphone. "Tonight is about the future. I call Anna Russell to the stage. It is time for her to receive her mark and become my mate."

The crowd went quiet as I climbed the stairs. Joanna was standing in the front row, wearing a tight dress and smirking at me.

"Anna," Derrick said, reaching for my hand. "Do you accept me as your mate?"

I didn't take his hand. I reached for the tablet connected to the hall's giant projector screens. "I have a gift for you first, Derrick. A memory of what happened just two hours ago."

I hit play.

The hall exploded into silence as the video of Derrick and Joanna filled the screens. The audio was loud and clear. Every wet slap of their bodies, every scream of pleasure, and every insult he had hurled at me echoed through the room. Derrick’s face went from pale to bright red. Joanna stepped back, trying to hide.

I looked at the pack elders, expecting them to be angry. But nobody moved to help me.

"Is this a joke?" an elder shouted. "You dare disrupt a sacred ceremony with this pornographic filth?"

"He lied!" I screamed. "He cheated! He said he loved me while he was fucking her!"

"You are a wolfless omega, Anna," a woman from the crowd yelled. "Derrick was doing you a favor by even touching a weakling like you!"

"She is right," another man laughed. "Joanna is a strong wolf. You are just a burden. You should be grateful he managed to keep a useless girl like you for this long."

Derrick recovered quickly. He stepped toward me, his eyes full of cold hate. "You think this changes anything? You are nothing in this pack. Guards! Throw this trash out of my palace."

Two large men grabbed my arms. They dragged me through the hall while the pack cheered and threw their drinks at me. They hauled me to the massive iron gates of the Silverfang territory and tossed me into the dirt.

"Don't come back," one of the guards spat. "Go find a human city where you belong."

The gates slammed shut. I sat in the mud as the rain began to pour, soaking through my clothes. I crawled back to my tiny apartment on the edge of the woods, my body shaking with cold and shame. I climbed into my bed and cried until my eyes burned, eventually falling into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

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