Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
He noticed.
He growled against my neck, my head involuntarily rolling to the side. My breaths came short and sharp through my tight chest as I fidgeted beneath his overwhelming body.
His hand moved to my waist, the touch searing through my defenses, breaking them down easily as my thighs grew damper.
“Kai,” Derik said, a warning tone in his voice.
Nikolai ignored them, his hand latching around me, yanking me forward, flush against his body. I yelped, the goblet falling from my hand.
Braxton caught it. He tugged Nikolai back, his eyes bright red. “Nikolai,” he said in a deeper voice.
Nikolai stepped back, his glowing red eyes catching mine, the intensity so fierce I sucked in a breath.
Braxton handed my goblet back, warning me with his eyes before pushing Nikolai back, who resisted for a second before stepping back to the concrete half pillars, the shadows covering his face.
He was still watching. I shuddered, swallowing hard.
“Soon, brother.” Derik held his shoulder, his claws out, resting there, and I had a feeling Kai was still on the edge of not listening to his other alphas.
“The oath,” Nikolai rasped. “Then drink the blood.”
The other girls gasped, but I had seen it coming.
“It connects you to us,” Braxton said, his shirtless body doing just as much damage to my libido. Did wolves not own shirts? He caught me staring and grinned. I quickly looked away.
“Come forward, girls,” Derik said with an impatient huff.
We did, each stepping in front of our pillar, in front of our alpha.
“Read the oath,” Kai pressed.
I looked down at the old script carved into the concrete and read with the other girls.
I pledge myself to my alphas.
I pledge myself to Werewolf Territory.
I offer my purity as a token of my loyalty.
I accept their protection.
I accept their bodies in mine.
I will protect the secrets and traditions of the blood moon with my life.
I will tell no one of this ceremony.
I will accept the blood of my alpha in my body.
I will accept the brand of my alpha on my body.”
I stepped back at the end of the oath, my eyes widening.
Brand?
“Drink,” Nikolai ordered, his voice less hoarse, his eyes back to green.
I hesitated as the other girls followed their orders. I looked at the swirling drops of blood, then the oath I had just spoken.
“What brand?”
“Drink and we’ll tell you,” Derik said, nodding to the goblet.
“If you don’t drink, we can’t answer your questions, Spitfire. You’re not sworn to secrecy until our blood is in you,” Braxton offered.
I sighed. I had to commit to an oath without knowing the details? Seemed like a setup to me, but I had no choice.
I drank the blood.
It was metallic and bitter. And then it was cold. I frowned, the room spinning as the liquid slid from my throat.
Wherever it landed, my body didn’t like it. It stung like a bad sunburn as I screwed my face up, holding my stomach as the goblet fell from my hands. I swallowed hard as Nikolai frowned.
“Is it meant to feel so shit?” I gasped as a weakness spread through me, a heavy, icy feeling taking over as I stumbled.
“Brax,” Nikolai snapped, holding me up.
Why were the other girls not feeling it?
Braxton’s eyes rolled back in his head, that same white swirling from before, coating them. He growled, then sucked in a breath. His eyes snapped back to me, and I looked from hooded lids that tried to close.
“Winter born,” he breathed, walking forward, holding my face.
My eyes fluttered closed as he did the eye thing again.
“What’s wrong, Brax?” Derik snapped.
“The winter is fighting the blood.” He smirked. “Her shadows don’t like us in her body with them.” His eyes went back to normal, and he stepped back.
I shivered at the way he said “shadows.” I didn’t want them anywhere near me.
“We’ve never had a winter-born offering. There hasn’t been one in over a millennium. Will this be a problem?” Nikolai demanded.
I almost hoped he’d say yes and let me go, but he smirked and shook his head.
“No, our blood is stronger. She’ll be fine. But she will be the most powerful offering we’ve ever had.” His mouth went wide across his face, and I blew out a breath.
The coldness subsided, the heavy ache being flushed out with a warmth that I knew was their blood. I pushed back from Nikolai and glared.
“I have no shadows,” I snapped, feeling somehow violated, but the alphas ignored me.
Derik looked up at the moon and cursed. “We’re running late. We need to finalize the branding,” he warned, clearly the more serious alpha of the three.
I flinched at the idea of branding. I’d had to brand the cows at the last calving for the year, and the burned flesh smell had made me vomit.
I wasn’t cut out for farming. I stuck to the wineries, squishing the grapes, taste testing, bottling. There was something therapeutic about it, but I didn’t have time to think about that now. I had to prepare for a brand I didn’t want.
Nikolai nodded, and his fangs dropped. I gasped as the other girls took steps back.
The other two dropped their fangs. Two elongated canines on the top, two on the bottom, their other teeth looking sharper.
Their eyes went red, and I realized what they were doing. “You’re going to bite us?”
I shuddered.
Nikolai nodded. “The bite of your alpha,” he said, walking forward as the others claimed their offerings.
The girls’ screams made me jump, piercing the room, echoing, bouncing off the walls, and I knew that’s what I had heard through the door.
I glanced over at them, Braxton and Derik tearing through their clothes to get to their hip. Derik sank his fangs in first. Then Brax. The girls sobbed, screaming, and I backed up from Nikolai. I hated pain.
“No point in running, Lori.”
“I can’t help it. I don’t want it to hurt,” I admitted, not ashamed of my aversion to pain.
He hesitated, then a smirk crept across his face. “It doesn’t have to hurt,” he offered, and I raised a brow.
“I have a feeling I am going to regret this, but what do you mean?”
He backed me up against the wall, his finger running up my thigh, slipping under my silk nightie, brushing my hipbone.
“We put the bite here so it is not visible to others, keeps the secret, and can be easily covered. But there are other places to put it that aren’t so painful,” he breathed, leaning closer as I swallowed a stuck breath.
“Like where?” I asked, sucking in a breath when he lowered himself down my body, his face in front of my pussy.
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