Seven Mates.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery.

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"Hurry everyone!' He shouted. The manager, with his enormous stomach with white beard, shouted at us to hurry and move the bags into the truck..

"Don't you have anything more important to do than gossip, get your asses up and work." He ordered.

We all workers immediately stopped discussing and giggled in silence.

I went forward, carried the bag to the truck as I loaded it. It was quite heavy, but I stood up, using most of my strength.

After all, it is my work, my job and no one else's work.

If I refuse to get a hold of this, the manager will instantly fire me, and I don't want that shit. It's ridiculous, and it's so damn tough getting another job, quite hard, and thinking about my bills even worsens the case.

"Hey, wolf.'

I knew who that was the instant I heard his voice. "Hey, Mike,'

He always uses that nickname, especially when I'm outside.

He tapped on my shoulder with a smile. "I can see you are working so hard, sweetie.'

Mike is my best friend, who helped me through my rough moments, put me through life and taught me on how to protect myself when I got kicked out of the clan.

He is an Alpha, six feet tall with bright features.

He is also muscular, well built, with long blonde hair, blue eyes.

He had pink lips, a pointed nose, had this oval shape of face, he was as dazzling as the sun. Everywhere he went, girls flooded around him like bees.

He was quite attractive.

He was still entirely handsome and also quite wealthy. Some of the workers here admired his ponytail while he dressed in casual clothes and orange snickers.. I could recall when I almost got beaten by one of his fans because they thought I was his girlfriend.

He was a famous Alpha for his beauty. Sometimes I asked myself how I ended up with him when I am not up to his league.

"Oh, my! He is so hot.' One of them whispered happily.

"I want him for myself," the blonde girl added with a whisper.

What a bunch of losers! Are they even aware I can hear them?

I smiled. "What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you hate seeing me doing such work." I snickered, and playfully nudged him on the shoulder.

"I came to see you and how you are doing this work, being under the blistering sun, how your skin doesn't burn puzzles me."

"As you can see, I'm busy as fuck. No work, no money, no food. I gotta do what I'm gonna do." I replied, chuckling, twisting my lips sideways. "A girl gotta do what she gotta do, man.'

"Yeah," he rolled his eyes at me, exhausted from hearing those words from me, anyway. "I get you, feminist, come on, you are bigger than this, you need a good air conditioner and a nice food, even a spa to relax the bones. Life is short.'

"Not for us, wolves, stop calling me a feminist.'

"This is why you need a mate beside you. You are getting older now. Why don't you look for the one who will love and take care of you? You are suffering and you don't want me to help you, which is quite unfortunate.'

Can't believe the years have gone by so much, now that I think about it.

"I don't need a mate,' I said. "I can take care of myself.'

My life was already a living hell as it is. I'm tired, I don't need a mate. I am a woman and I can work, feed myself and make ends meet.

Mates are distractions and sex, nothing special to it.

Don't need a fucking Alpha.

"When was the last time you had blood? Your skin is so pale, that's why you find it hard lifting a damn box.' I looked around, hoping no one would hear him.

"I don't need blood. I can handle this myself.' I put the last box inside and shut down the truck.

"Is that so?' he laughed. "So much for a hybrid, acting tough all the time." He mumbled.

"I'm famished,' I said out loud. "Come on, let's go eat before the manager sees us here.'

"Alright.' He agreed as we all got to my favourite place to order some burgers before he got a call and promptly left me there, saying it was urgent.

I had to do this alone, well; it was fun.

"Have a nice day, Mrs Rieka." The worker cheerfully waved at me.

"Thank you so much, Nicki." I waved, holding my bag, heading to the door.

I was their favourite and a regular customer, anyway.

I closed the glass door, humming happily, walking out of the KCC BURGERS.

Damn, they had the best hamburger in the world; the aroma was enticing, hungering in my little world.

It was to die for.

I bumped into someone, painfully, winced, rubbing my forehead.

Who was this stupid person ready to ruin my day for me?

I glanced up, only to see a couple of men dressed in all black and eyeglasses.

They appeared like bodyguards standing in front of me.

Man, they look like batman in the movie. The expression was not a laughing moment at all and by their scents, I could tell they were alphas and betas, wolves from a powerful clan.

Who were they? I looked behind me. Were they escorting someone wealthy or something?

I gazed at them again. Their stares were tearing deep into my soul.

I remembered what transpired earlier and before I could do something about it, he grabbed me and put a cloth on my nose.

I struggled with the man and blanked out, falling into the man's arms.

I woke up, finding about six men sitting in their seats.

I was in the middle of them and they seemed wealthy and were alphas. I could smell them right away, the air and how stuffy the atmosphere terrified me.

Was I kidnapped by these alphas?

Why?

I wasn't someone important.

I was just an ordinary server and a bag carrier to earn a living. What do they want from me?

Did they kidnap the wrong person?

I glanced up, and seeing the Alphas properly in front of me shocked me so much that I almost fell off my chair, if not that they tied me to it with chains.

"Hi, sweetie,' One of them beamed, got up from his chair and walked close to me, with a twinkle of his fingers.

The chairs appeared behind him and he sat down on them and folded his legs across from each other, fixing his black suit.

Who were they?

Alphas.

They knew magic.

I believed that sorcery was banned 200 years ago and considered as black magic..

Did they break the rule and go on studying it, after speaking against it online to the audience?

I recognize him.

I know them, I've seen them on TV, they were quite famous.

People talk about them a lot about how they value their private lives, save the weak and always fight the bad guys, looking up to them as heroes.

The audience loved them to death.

THE SEVEN.

That's what they were called. No one messes up with them.

They were the most powerful alphas from the Red Lycan Pack.

The invincible, the unbeatable.

It was said they controlled the elements of the earth and their powers could reach the sky.

I heard they were almost as powerful as a Lycan and even more than a vampire who's lived for more than a thousand years.

They could shake and bring down the mountains, create floods of fire to wipe out their enemies and even bring the dead back to life.

No one sees them, goes against them and gets to live till the next day. Not once were they ever defeated, but always at the top.

The others just stared at me. I could feel the heat, the pheromones, and how wildly my wolf was jumping around inside me. I could feel my eyes change its colour into yellow, my claws were spotting out, and my fangs were spouting out longer than it was before.

Was I in a defensive mood? Because of them, I shook my head. Tears barely streamed down my face.

No! They can never be my mates.

What a joke!

Six Mates? Unbelievable.

"You are awake. By your reaction, I can tell you know, who I am, Rieka."

"How do you know my name? Who are you?"

"That's such a stupid question. You know who I am and I can get your life anytime I want."

He can get anything he wants.

His name is Lyall, the Alpha of the Red Lycan Pack.

He has long red hair, a nose and ring chain on his nose, red eyes, he has a pointed nose and he looks so muscular, white skin and his utterance was reasonably startling.

"What do you want?' I demanded, taking my eyes away from them. They can not claim me. I refuse to be claimed and be their puppet.

"Look me in the eye, I am your mate,'' his eyes shined red. "We are your mates. From now on, you will do as we say, no objections."

"Never,' I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates.

"Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can't and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.'

Seven.

"Oh, you haven't perceived the other's scent here,'

I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one?

What in the world are these Alphas?

I don't give a damn.

Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven.

What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

I'm not a toy. I abstained from being manipulated by these morons.

Will they penetrate seven of their crotches into me at once?

What bastards.

"Do your worst,' I sneered. "I don't give a damn who you are. Fuck the moon goddess. Was she blind or drunk choosing seven mates for me? You all must be bizarre to think of me accepting you and being your puppet after kidnapping me without my consent. And you just want me to do as you say. This is violating my human rights.'

"You are not human, but a hybrid.' He corrected me.

"I don't care,' I frowned. "Just let me out of here. I have work to do.'

I gritted my teeth, growling at them. Not that I was a match for them.

"Well, you won't be working anymore. We will be providing everything you need.'

"You don't have the right to detect my life for me. I will not accept any mate into my life,' I flatly pointed out.

Lyall chuckled. "We need you, Rieka, and in return, we will let your parents go and your sister, too."

My parents were here.

I felt cold sweat glistened down my back. My stomach seemed upset at the news. I felt anger at that instant.

Lyall snapped his fingers, and my parents and Ylva appeared before me.

They tied their bodies and hands with ropes.

They sealed their mouths with a tape and hung them on a pole, holes underneath their feet were filled with burning flames as it opened revealing how bright and fury it was.

They were sobbing, pleading with the Alphas with tears in their eyes to set them free.

"You...you took them.' I was out of air, my lungs were burning nonstop.

"We are the Alphas of the city. If you don't cooperate, we will have no choice but to take their life. How does that sound, seeing your family hung like some chicken ready to be eaten?" He smirked evilly before me and flashed towards me, the air from his force blew through his hair, holding my chin with his red claws.

He was correct. They did look like some toasted chicken.

"Think carefully before you speak,' Lyall whispered. "No one here will save you."

"We might as well have her killed.' Olcan muttered dangerously. "I'm not in for pleasing a mate. I rather dispose of them than convince them otherwise."

He was the third one, Olcan of the red Lycan pack. He was also a hybrid. I have heard of how powerful he is and how he controls werewolves to do his bidding.

He was dangerous.

I will not be a doll for these alphas and bond with them.

I've messed with enough alphas already in my life, not this time.

"Then, kill them,' I boldly dared.

Everyone wheezed at my words. "If you don't kill them, you will end up regretting it. Go ahead, do whatever you want, to me or my parents. They don't care or give a shit about what happens to me. Why should I care?"

"I can see you are more foolish than I thought," Lyall said and slapped me so hard across my face.

"KILL YOURSELF,' He ordered. My body froze rapidly.

I couldn't move my hands or feel my legs. "OR RAISE YOUR HAND,' His green eyes glowed more than ever.

My hand raised up on its own. He came to me, putting a dagger in my shuddering hand.

My heart almost came out of my chest.

"WALK SLOWLY AND KILL THEM, SPILL THE BLOOD OUT OF THEM, EAT AND SUCK THEM DRY.'

This is bad.

What was going on? I am a hybrid. There is no way they would control me.

"I'm more stubborn than you think, Rieka?

What sort of power is this? Should I kill my parents in this state? I don't have any contact with them in years. I attempted to stop myself, battling this force, yet I can't control my hand.

"It's useless. I am one of your mates. You will do as you are told. Striving with the power will only feed off from your life span.'

My world crumbled down at my talons.

Mates, huh!

Most people say meeting your mate is the most amazing thing on the earth. It brings so much love and affection to both partners, and true love comes in.

It's like a tree that flourishes and produces good fruits and never withers. But if we don't take good care of that fruit, wouldn't it wither and shrink, eventually returning to dust??

It is like a fantasy.

The imaginations, so-called desires set in, it's like an ambition which comes true making love to always exist in the air.

We can never separate them from each other.

What a blatant lie!

I never believe in fated mates. No, I hate it so much it makes my blood boil.

I never want to hear such things ever again. After what I've seen during my childhood days, my parents are always at each other's neck because of this fateful mate thing. I never want to experience such things again in my life with someone else who is going to mistreat and disrespect me because the moon goddess says so.

Fuck the moon goddess and her stupid matchmaking mates.

I was a little girl when my mom angrily threw me in the dustbin to reflect on my actions because I beat up a girl who split her yoghurt on me.

They defended her instead of me, making me look like the bad guy. The girl was being pampered and appreciated for her disgusting character because I was an Omega when she started the fight.

"Make sure you stay there and don't leave the dustbin until I tell you to, filth." My mother scorned, shut the door loudly and left me out in the cold to freeze.

My parents loathed me, they wished they flushed me down the toilet.

As the years grew by, the hate and prejudice became much worse for me. No matter how hard I loved them, they never returned my feelings.

They always fight between themselves, they never loved each other, and blamed us for their misfortunes. They stayed together because of the bond and the pack, including us, to avoid shame.

My father squeezed Damon's collar and continued to punch him hard on the face with his fisted clenched hand in rage.

Until my mother came behind him on the brink of tears and shouted at the top of her voice.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE,' She shouted aggressively, moving away from him when she noticed he wasn't listening to her.

She ran towards her son and pushed her son away, stepping in front of her husband with her hands wide open.

"KILL ME INSTEAD,' she shouted at the top of her lungs, breathing so hard and facing him with bloodshot eyes, telling my father she meant what she just uttered from her mouth.

"I SAID, YOU SHOULD KILL ME SINCE THAT WILL MAKE YOU SATISFIED BEFORE KILLING MY SON. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, I HAVE ENDURED ENOUGH FROM YOU AND I WILL NOT LET YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY SON. IF YOU DO, I WILL EXPOSE YOU TO THE MEDIA, AND THE CLAN. AND LET THE WORLD SEE WHAT YOUR TRUE COLOURS ARE? THAT WILL BRING DOWN YOUR REPUTATION." She shrieked while flickering her hair, which was scattered all over her face as she panted.

"Woman, will you get out of my way this instant? Don't let me lay my hands on you, too." He roared.

I was terrified.

Damon was my elder brother. He always runs away from home at every given chance. I don't know why he and my father always debate between themselves.

My mother invariably tried to separate them before it got bloody.

And my younger sister Ylva hid behind the shadows and acted like the dutiful daughter they expected her to be.

"I'm not getting out of your way unless you kill me. I would not let you lay another hand on my son, you hear me?" my mom shouted.

"Get out of my way. He needs to be dealt with.'

"Make me,' she dared.

He slapped her hard across her cheek. "You turned him into this. You spoiled our son. Can you see what you've turned him into? If he weren't a maggot, he would be of good use to the clan.'

"How dare you slap my mother?'

"Talk to me one time. I will lock up your powers and leave you in the den to rot. I'm giving you one last chance. Get out of here. Don't let me come back and see you in my house.' He warned.

"I'm so sorry,' she said through tears. "I'm so sorry,' she said repeatedly while she hugged him.

Damon looked up at his father, who scoffed and began walking away, then he halted and said his last words. "If this should ever repeat itself, I will make you regret ever being my son and showing you what I'm made of. Useless wolves and worthless beings."

I was the unloved Omega and the outcast.