Claimed by three Alphas

The night smelled of blood and pine.

I ran.

My bare feet pounded against wet leaves and sharp broken branches. Each step sent jolts of pain up my legs. My chest burned with every breath. My heartbeat pounded so violently it shook my ribs. Behind me, howls ripped through the dark. They were deep and hungry. They were closing in fast.

I should not have left the safe house. I knew the rules: stay hidden. Stay quiet. Never let them scent you.

But food had run out three days ago. Hunger made me stupid.

Now the pack that ruled these mountains had my trail.

I hide under a low branch. Thorns tore at my arms. Silver moonlight sliced through the trees and caught on my skin. It was pale, too pale. The kind of skin that glows when you do not want it to. My silver eyes, the curse my mother always called a gift, reflected the light like coins in water. Easy to spot. Easy to hunt.

A growl rolled from my left. It was close. Too close.

I turned right. My lungs screamed. I stumbled into a clearing.

Three shadows waited.

They did not move. They did not need to. Power rolled off them in waves. It was thick enough to choke on. Alphas. Not just any alphas. They were the triad everyone whispered about in the border villages, the ones who took what they wanted and left nothing behind.

Thorne Blackwood stood in the center. He was tall and broad. His black hair was cropped short. His green eyes were sharp as broken glass. Scars crossed his bare forearms like maps of old wars. A heavy silver chain hung around his neck. Even from twenty feet away, I could see the glint of metal lower down. Piercings. Thick and deliberate. They showed against the tight leather of his pants.

To his right stood Aurelius Voss. His golden hair was tied back. His blue eyes were stormy. His body was coiled like he was seconds from exploding. His lips curled in a half-snarl, half-smile. His scent hit me next: smoke and cedar and raw aggression.

To the left stood Cassian Reyes. He had darker skin. His long black hair hung loose over his shoulders. His amber eyes locked on me like I was already his. He did not smile. He did not speak. He just watched. That stare felt heavier than the other two combined.

I froze.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up.

Heat bloomed low in my belly. Slick gathered between my thighs. It was warm and shameful. My hole clenched on nothing. It ached in a way it never had before. Biology. Fucking biology. The omega in me recognized them. Wanted them. Hated that it wanted them.

Thorne stepped forward first. His boots crunched leaves. His voice came low, rough and amused.

"Silver eyes. So the rumors were true."

I bared my teeth. "Stay back."

Aurelius laughed. The sound was short, sharp, mean. "He's got bite. I like that."

Cassian said nothing. His gaze dropped to my throat, then lower. It lingered on the way my thin shirt clung to my sweat-damp skin.

Thorne tilted his head. "You ran well, little omega. But the chase is over."

I took one step back.

They took three steps forward.

No more running.

Thorne moved faster than I expected for someone his size. One hand clamped around my wrist. It was iron-hard. He yanked me forward. I stumbled into his chest. It was solid muscle, hot skin. The faint metallic tang of his piercings pressed through the fabric. His other hand gripped my jaw. He forced my face up.

"Look at me," he ordered.

I glared.

His thumb brushed my bottom lip. It was rough. "Pretty mouth. Shame it's so full of fight."

Slick dripped down my inner thigh. I clenched my legs together. I felt mortified.

Aurelius circled behind me. His breath grazed my neck. "Smell that? He's already looking for us."

Cassian finally moved. Slow. Deliberate. He reached out and dragged one finger along my collarbone. He went down to the hollow of my throat. No words. Just touch. Claim.

My knees buckled.

Thorne caught me under the arms. He held me upright like I weighed nothing.

"Take him," he said to the others. Simple. Final.

Aurelius grabbed my other wrist. Cassian took my waist from behind.

They lifted me as if I were nothing more than a hunt already won.

I thrashed. I kicked. I cursed.

It did not matter.

They carried me deeper into the forest. They took me toward the dark heart of their territory.

Toward the place where rules did not exist.

Toward the place where I would be broken.

And remade.

They carried me like I was already theirs.

My wrists burned where Aurelius gripped them. Cassian's hands stayed firm on my waist, fingers digging just enough to remind me I could not break free. Thorne walked ahead. His long strides set the pace. Every step crushed leaves and breaking branches under his boots. No one spoke.

The forest grew thicker. Branches clawed at my arms and legs. Moonlight barely reached us now. The air turned colder and heavier. Their scents wrapped around me tighter. Thorne's metal and leather. Aurelius's smoke and aggression. Cassian's dark spice, quiet but everywhere.

My body would not stop betraying me.

Slick kept dripping. It soaked through my thin pants. Every time I shifted, the wet slide between my thighs made me clench harder. Heat pulsed low in my gut. My hole fluttered, empty and desperate. I hated it. I hated them. I hated myself most of all.

We broke through a line of pines. A stone structure rose ahead. Not a house. A den. Built into the side of the mountain. Thick timber walls. Iron reinforcements. Narrow windows like slits. Torches burned outside the heavy door. Guards nodded to Thorne as he passed. They did not look at me. They knew better.

Thorne pushed the door open. Heat rushed out. Firelight. The smell of wood smoke and fur and sex. My stomach twisted.

They carried me inside.

The main room was large. Stone floor covered in thick pelts. A massive hearth roared on one wall. Low couches and furs scattered around. Chains hung from beams in the ceiling. Not decoration. Tools.

Aurelius let go of my wrist first. He shoved me forward. I stumbled onto a wide fur rug in the center of the room. Cassian released my waist but stayed close behind me. Thorne shut the door with a heavy thud. The sound echoed.

I spun to face them. My chest heaved. "Let me go."

Thorne smiled. Slow. Dangerous. "No."

Aurelius circled me again. He sniffed the air. "Gods, he reeks of need. Already dripping like a bitch in heat."

"Shut up," I snapped.

Thorne stepped closer. He towered over me. "You talk too much, little omega."

He grabbed my shirt collar. One hard yank ripped it down the front. Fabric tore. Cool air hit my skin. I tried to cover myself. Cassian caught my arms from behind. He pinned them to my sides. Strong. Unyielding.

Thorne's eyes roamed over my bare chest. My nipples hardened in the heat of the room and under his stare. He dragged a rough finger down my sternum. Slow. Deliberate. Stopped just above my waistband.

"Pretty," he murmured. "Soft. Breakable."

I jerked against Cassian's hold. "Don't touch me."

Aurelius laughed again. "He says that now."

Thorne hooked a finger in my waistband. He tugged. The pants slid down my hips. I twisted. Kicked. Cassian tightened his grip. My pants pooled at my ankles. Slick glistened on my inner thighs. Obvious. Shameful.

Thorne crouched. His face level with my groin. He inhaled deeply. "Fuck. Sweet. Wet. Mine."

"Not yours," I hissed.

He looked up. Green eyes dark. "We'll see."

He stood. Nodded to the others.

Cassian lifted me. Effortless. He carried me to a low, padded bench near the fire. Thick leather straps waited at the corners. He laid me face-up. My back hit the padding. My arms stretched above my head. Aurelius fastened the wrist cuffs. Tight. Secure.

Thorne took my ankles. Spread my legs wide. Strapped them down. Exposed. Open. Helpless.

I thrashed once more. The bench did not move. The straps bit into my skin.

Aurelius leaned over me. His golden hair fell forward. "Look at you. All spread out. Leaking. Ready."

"I'm not ready for anything," I spat.

Thorne stepped between my legs. He palmed himself through his pants. The outline was thick. The piercings glinted even in firelight. "You will be."

Cassian moved to my head. He knelt. One hand rested on my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Claiming. His amber eyes never left mine.

Thorne unbuckled his belt. The sound echoed. Leather slid free. He shoved his pants down just enough.

His cock sprang out. Thick. Heavy. The piercings caught the firelight. A thick ring through the head. Smaller bars along the shaft. Designed to drag. To hurt. To make you feel every inch.

My hole clenched. More slick leaked out. Traitor body.

Thorne stroked himself once. Slow. "First taste is mine."

He lined up. The pierced head nudged my entrance. Cold metal against hot, slick skin.

I sucked in a breath.

He pushed.

The head breached me. The ring caught on my rim. Sharp stretch. Burn. I gasped.

He sank deeper. Inch by inch. The bars dragged along my walls. Every ridge. Every bump. Fire and pressure and too much.

I arched. Tears pricked my eyes.

"Fuck," Aurelius breathed. "Look at him take it."

Cassian's hand tightened on my throat. Just enough to feel my pulse race.

Thorne bottomed out. His hips flush against mine. His knot already swelling at the base. Not locked yet. Teasing.

He leaned down. Breath hot against my ear.

"Welcome home, little omega."

Then he started to move.

Thorne pulled out slowly.

His pierced cock dragged every inch on the way out. The bars caught on my rim. Sharp sparks shot through me. I gasped. My hole stayed open for a second. Slick leaked out in a slow, thick drip.

I felt empty. Aching. Hating how much I noticed the loss.

Thorne stepped back. He wiped himself on my torn shirt. Casual. Like I was nothing more than a rag.

He looked at Aurelius. "Your turn."

Aurelius grinned. Wide. Feral.

He had already stripped his shirt off. Golden skin gleamed in the firelight. Muscles flexed as he moved closer. His pants hit the floor next. His cock sprang free. Thick at the base. Veins bulging. The knot already half swollen. Heavy. Promising to lock.

He climbed onto the bench between my spread legs. The leather creaked under his weight.

He gripped my thighs. Hard. Fingers digging into soft flesh. Bruises would form later. I knew it.

"Been waiting for this," he said. Voice rough. "Since I scented you in the clearing."

I turned my head away. "Fuck you."

He laughed. Low. "Soon, little omega. Soon."

Cassian still knelt at my head. His hand stayed on my throat. Steady pressure. Not choking. Just reminding me who controlled my breath.

Aurelius lined up. The blunt head pressed against my slick entrance. Thorne had already stretched me. But Aurelius felt different. Wider at the base. Hotter. More aggressive.

He did not ease in.

He thrust forward. One hard push. Half his length buried in one go.

I cried out. My back arched off the bench. The straps bit into my wrists and ankles. Pain flared. Pleasure twisted through it. My walls clenched around him. Trying to push him out. Pulling him deeper at the same time.

"Fuck yes," Aurelius groaned. "Tight. Wet. Perfect."

He pulled back. Slammed in again. Deeper. Harder. His hips snapped against mine. The sound echoed in the room. Wet slaps. My slick made every thrust loud. Obscene.

I bit my lip. Tried to hold back sounds. Failed. Moans slipped out. Broken. Shameful.

Aurelius leaned down. His chest pressed to mine. Sweat mixed. His mouth found my neck. Teeth grazed skin. Not biting. Not yet. Just teasing.

"You like it," he growled against my throat. "Say it."

"No," I gasped.

He laughed again. Thrust harder. His knot bumped my rim. Swelling more with each stroke. Stretching me wider. Threatening to lock.

Cassian's thumb brushed my jaw. Gentle. Almost tender. It made everything worse. The contrast. The cruelty mixed with care.

Aurelius sped up. Brutal rhythm. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. His cock, hard despite everything, bobbed against my stomach. Leaking. Untouched.

"Gonna knot you," Aurelius panted. "Gonna fill you up. Make you mine."

I shook my head. Tears slipped down my temples.

He slammed in one last time. Deep. Deep. His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat exploded inside me. His release flooded hot and thick. Pulse after pulse. I felt it. Every spurt. My belly tightened. Full. Too full.

Aurelius groaned long and low. His body shook. The knot throbbed inside me. Tugging at my rim with every heartbeat.

He collapsed over me. Heavy. Breathing hard. His knot kept us joined. No escape.

Thorne watched. Arms crossed. Smirk on his face.

Cassian's hand slid from my throat to my hair. He stroked once. Soft. Possessive.

Aurelius lifted his head. Looked at Cassian.

"Your turn soon," he said. His voice was rough from pleasure. "He's still fighting. You'll like breaking that."

Cassian said nothing.

His amber eyes burned brighter.

The knot pulsed again.

I whimpered. My body trembled.

Overstimulated.

Overfilled.

Owned.

And it was only the second alpha.