Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
I recognized the men that stood before me.
They were the men from my dream.
I sucked in a breath as I met the eyes of each of them; lust, heat, and passion flared in them, and my core tightened.
Holy shit.
Had my dream come true? Or was I still dreaming? Had I even escaped?
I swallowed hard and stood there gaping.
They were so much taller in person and even more beautiful.
The blonde man was big and bulky, with a washboard of abs and corded thighs.
And his cock was terrifying, throbbing with leaking want from the thick tip.
The man with long brown hair had curls past his shoulders.
He was broad with a tapered waist. He had a deep V at his waist that drew my attention to the length of his cock. His was ready to go too, veins rippling up it, daring me to try and fit it inside me.
I shivered and averted my eyes, but they clashed with green.
The man with black hair held my eye contact, and when I broke it, I was almost panting. I drew my gaze down his body. It was leaner than the other two, but the muscles in his biceps were enough to have me sure he could pin me against a wall with ease.
My knees went weak as I dared to look at what he was not hiding at all.
His girth made my pussy ache, his length making my lips part–but it was the piercing on the end that caught my attention.
This had to be a dream still.
I was at the mercy of Silas’s venom again. It had to be.
Fate was not kind enough to put three men of my dreams–literally–with epically proportioned cocks in front of me.
—
I let out a much-needed breath and clasped my shaking hands together.
“Well, in my dream, we were doing something a lot more exciting than standing around,” I tried.
My voice was shaky, and the brown-haired one smirked.
“This is not a dream.”
His voice was deep and seductive. I sucked in a breath, loving the way the sound of his voice burned through me.
But then his words hit me.
Not a dream?
Shit. What the hell did three werewolves want with me if not to ravish me in the forest like a dream? I was dreading finding out.
I glanced over at their bodies, highlighted by the blood moon, and corrected myself.
Actually, I was looking forward to finding out.
4. The Claimant
“Claimed.”
All three of the men spoke the word at the same time, the tension thickening as they did. They surrounded me so I couldn’t run, and their narrowed eyes watched each other then drifted back to me.
I shivered beneath their gaze and looked to each of them. I wasn’t sure what their version of ‘claimed’ meant, but I had just been a prisoner. I didn’t intend on being one again.
“She is in forest territory. She will be the forest pack’s claimant tonight,” the one with long, curled brown hair said.
The black-haired one sneered, “You saw the way the vamps lusted after her. The Grasslands pack can protect her from those savages. She will be ours,” the green-eyed one said, folding his arms across his bare chest.
He had a tattoo on his pec, an array of flowers and grass like a meadow over it. It was a strangely pretty tattoo for such a big man.
The other two had one too. But they were different.
The brown-haired man had a tree with vines hanging down. The blond man–the biggest one–had a water pattern that looked like a lake.
“Both of you know, I sensed her first and will claim her because of it,” the blond one corrected.
“You are werewolves?” I interrupted, needing to change the direction of the conversation. I was not going to be their ‘claimant’ as they so eloquently put it. And that was partly because I didn’t know what that meant.
The men looked at each other before their eyes glowed red and their stares landed on me.
“Alphas. I am the Forest Area Alpha, Dorian Achlis,” the brown-haired one said. His voice was strong and sure–like he was proud to be who he was.
The one with blonde hair that was braided on the top and shaved on the sides said, “I’m Atticus Trux, the Water Area Alpha.”
The one with black hair didn’t move; his eyes had barely left mine. It was so intimidating, and I assumed quite terrifying for most. But I wasn’t terrified. Sure, my stomach was fluttering with nerves, but I was more intrigued.
The stories the humans told–and even the vampires told us–of how awful the wolves are. How volatile. But these Alphas seemed well in tune with themselves.
It had me wondering who was worse: the wolves or the vampires? Because in my head so far, the vampires were definitely taking home the win.
“Zachariah Ferus, Grasslands Alpha,” Black-hair murmured, “And you belong to me now, Little Red,” he stepped forward.
I stepped back, holding my hand out to stop him coming forward. “I will not be a prisoner again,” I seethed.
That had Zachariah pausing, a deep V forming in his forehead.
Dorian spoke then, “We do not intend to harm you, Sweet Siren. The opposite, actually,” he smiled. It was a warm smile that seemed trusting enough, but I had trusted enough monsters in my time, and not a single one had been worth the effort.
“Then why are there girls in dresses like mine running through the forest? Do not lie and tell me they do not run from you,” I said forcefully, not about to make my capture any easier on them.
Even if the idea of being the opposite of hurt in their arms had memories of my dream coming back to haunt me in the best ways.
As soon as the images of the dream latched on, I was there, remembering how these three Alphas touched me. How they caressed my body and made it feel foreign but beautiful.
My stomach fluttered again and my breaths became heavier in my chest.
Zachariah’s chest rumbled as he took a step forward, “She is mine.”
Atticus took a deep breath in, his eyes flashing red, “There are not many things I would choose to fight another pack over, Zachariah, but that scent is one of them,” he warned.
I shivered at the way they looked, not sure how to escape or even if I wanted to. I had nowhere to go. The vampires had slaughtered my entire family. I was alone.
“The girls are human. Like you, Sweet Siren. And the magic in their virgin blood is what calls to us. We take them as part of a ritual that keeps the magic in us and our territory alive. But you call to us in a different way. I feel it and I see that my friends here feel it too,” Dorian explained in a way that I actually understood.
“Feel what? That I’m a virgin?” I shivered. They had changed that very thoroughly in my dreams.
Dorian nodded, “That, but not just any virgin are you?”
“Is there another kind?” I frowned, not sure if he was insulting me or not.
“Why did the vampires want you?” he asked.
I was not telling them about my voice. Then they’d use me for it too.
“This ritual, the girls want to be a part of it?” I asked, not convinced since I had seen them running.
“They are aware of the ritual long before it happens. They know what the blood moon brings and the sacrifice they must make. It’s part of the realm’s plan,” Zachariah said, his voice deep with a slight husk to it.
“So why do they run?” I challenged.
“Because chasing them is part of the fun,” Atticus smirked.
I frowned at that answer. Not because it scared me but because it confused me.
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