Raven POV
But even as I said that I didn’t fully believe it, my wolf was craving the closeness of her mates.
Before I could alter another word.
Ansel’s hands were on me, gripping my throat…not tight enough to choke, but enough to own me. His voice was a dark growl, low and demanding.
“Tell me you want this, Raven.”
I swallowed hard, heat flaring through me. “I turned my head away, not willing to give in to them.”
But it seems like they took that as permission.
Asher’s mouth crashed against mine.his touch was not gentle, just sharp teeth and wet hunger.
His hands ripped at my shirt, tossing it aside like I was theirs to strip.
Ansel’s fingers pressed hard on my skin, tracing bruising patterns as they pulled my dress down, fingers digging into my hips.
I was trembling… from fear,but also from raw need.
My nipples were on fire from their harsh touches, Ansel’s thumbs circling them roughly until I gasped, my breath hitching.
Asher’s hand slid between my thighs, already slick with desire, his fingers teasing my swollen clit, slowly and deliberately.
“God, you taste so damn good,” Asher growled, tongue darting out to lap at my wetness.
Ansel’s cock pressed hard against my back, grinding into my spine with a roughness that sent shivers down my body.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice thick with want.
I obeyed, my hips rising automatically as my wolf took control offering myself to them completely.
Asher sank to his knees, eyes dark and hungry, and his tongue attacked me, licking a long, searing stripe up my slick folds.
His fingers held me steady as he buried his face between my legs, sucking and nibbling, rough but worshipful. I clenched around him, moaning loud, desperate for more.
Behind me, Ansel’s cock rubbed against my soaking wet pussy. “Look at me,” he growled. I did. “This is going to hurt.”
His cock pressed against my entrance, thick and hot. One hand on my hip, the other cupping my ass, he thrust in slow …inch by inch …until my virgin walls stretched around him.
My cry was swallowed by Asher’s mouth as he kissed me roughly, hand moving to rub my clit.
He continued sliding slowly inside, stretching me deep and wide.
My body arched into him, desperate for the fullness only he could give.
His hands dug into my hips, holding me steady as he pushed deeper, groaning low in my ear.
Asher lifted his head, eyes locked on mine, fierce and possessive.
Without breaking eye contact, he lined himself up, pressing hard against my tight, unwilling hole.
I sucked in a breath, the stretch overwhelming, deliciously painful. Then he pushed in, slow and deep.
“Fuck,” I gasped, completely full, stretched beyond anything I thought possible.
They moved together, pounding into me…Ansel’s cock deep inside, fucking hard and steady, Asher’s thick length filling me from behind, pushing past every barrier.
Their hands roamed my body, Ansel’s palm harsh on my throat again, just enough to remind me who was in control, while Asher’s fingers dug into my waist, nails scratching lightly.
My body trembled, slick with sweat and slick with their heat.
Every thrust hit me like a punch, hard and relentless, and I was lost in the chaos of sensation…the rough, dirty, filthy rhythm they set.
“Feel that, Raven?” Asher whispered, voice thick with need. “Both of us inside you, fucking you like you’re ours.”
Ansel growled against my neck, “You’re ours, and you’re going to come hard.”
Their hands came together to circle my clit, rubbing fast and rough, driving me over the edge. My body arched, legs trembling, mouth open in a silent scream.
The orgasm ripped through me like a storm, hot and violent.
I clenched around them both, my pussy pulsing and swallowing their cocks, my whole body shaking under the force of it.
They didn’t stop…Ansel slammed into me harder, deeper, his groans ragged and raw.
Asher bit down on my shoulder, but he didn’t mark me,none of them did, he pulled my hair, forcing my head back so he could crush his lips to mine in a wild, desperate kiss.
I was drowning in them…the roughness, the power, the filthy hunger.
Ansel’s hand tightened on my throat just before he came, a deep roar as he spilled inside me, filling me with everything he had.
Asher followed seconds later, his body shuddering, pulsing hot against my ass as he emptied himself inside.
We collapsed into a tangled mess of sweat and heat, my body still trembling, theirs heavy and spent on either side.
Before I could catch my breath, Ansel’s rough hands grabbed my wrists, pulling them above my head with a sharp tug.
He rolled me over onto my stomach, pressing my hips up against the bed, exposing my ass completely to both of them.
“No rest for you,” Ansel growled, this is your purpose his breath hot against my neck as he pressed his body flush to mine.
I felt Asher’s hands on my thighs, spreading them wide, and the heat of his gaze boring into my skin.
Ansel’s cock pressed hard against my dripping wet pussy, teasing the entrance before he shoved in deep, stretching me wide, his hand slamming down onto my exposed ass with a sharp smack that made me gasp and ache for more.
Asher’s fingers trailed along my spine, down my sides, finally landing on my clit, rubbing slow circles that turned faster and rougher with every pulse of Ansel’s hips.
“Look at you—so fucking open, so damn perfect,” Ansel snarled as he started pounding into me hard and fast, every thrust slapping my skin, my body rocking with the force.
Behind me, Asher’s cock pressed against my asshole, sliding slowly inside, the stretch biting deep into me as he claimed me without mercy.
My hands dug into the sheets, nails clutching tight as they fucked me from both ends, rough and filthy, their groans and curses filling the room.
Ansel’s hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing just enough to steal my breath, while Asher’s thumb rubbed hard circles on my clit, pushing me over the edge.
“Come for us, Raven,” Asher whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
My body broke, shuddering with a primal scream, every muscle clenching, my pussy and asshole pulsing around them both.
They followed seconds later, their hot, heavy releases filling me as they fucked me through my orgasm, their bodies collapsing over mine in a tangled, sweat-slick heap.
What they didn’t know is that within me my heart was breaking over and over again.
Raven POV The palace felt alive again.Sunlight filtered through the crystal windows, casting gold across the marble floors as the scent of roasted meats, honeyed bread, and blooming lilacs filled the halls. I could hear the twins racing down the corridor…barefooted , loud, and laughing as if the world had never known war.“Slow down!” I called after them, but I was smiling too hard to mean it.Rowan walked in behind me, holding a bottle of aged wine and a bouquet of wildflowers he swore he picked himself. “Remind me again why we let your children run this palace?”“Our children,” I corrected, smirking. “And because they’re faster than the guards.”He laughed and kissed my cheek. “Asher’s finishing up the final touches outside. Everything’s ready.”I looked out over the balcony, watching the courtyard slowly transform into something out of a dream. Lanterns hung from tree branches, glowing with soft magic.Tables were arranged in a crescent shape, lined with fruits and spices from
Gwen POV I ran..really ran…blurring past stunned faces and silver-draped columns, past the clinking of crystal and the soft laughter of royals and warriors. I didn’t stop until I reached my room, the one they’d given me at the far end of the wing.I slammed the door shut, my chest heaving, my heart threatening to break free from my ribs. I locked it out of instinct, pressing my back against the cool wood like it would somehow keep everything else from breaking in too.A second later, there was a sharp knock on the door.“Gwen.” Elisha’s voice. Muffled but unmistakable. “Open the door.”I didn’t move. I couldn’t.Another knock, louder this time. “Please.”I pressed my palm harder against the door, willing him away, even as my body ached to let him in.What was wrong with me?Why did the sight of him undo me?Why did his voice crawl under my skin like a spell I couldn’t shake?I sank to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face in them. He didn’t knock again, but I
Gwen POV I stood quietly in the corridor overlooking the main hall below, my hands resting on the smooth stone railing. The palace buzzed with life and laughter, warm chatter, and the echo of preparations as the staff readied the space for the coronation. Everything looked almost… normal again. Or at least, a version of normal we were all trying to reclaim after so much blood, loss, and pain.Today was the day.The day, Raven would be crowned queen, and Rowan, our king. A union not just of mates, but of power, duty, and a promise to lead this land into peace. Asher would be named First Prime Alpha…an honor he earned through sacrifice and bravery. He might have started this journey shrouded in secrets, but he had more than proven where his loyalty lay.Everything had fallen into place. And that meant it was time.Time for me to leave.My fingers tightened slightly on the rail. It wasn’t easy…gods, it wasn’t, but my people needed me. Rebuilding the Outerlands wasn’t just a task…
Loira POVI lay curled against my mate’s body, Kael’s warmth wrapped around me like a second skin, his heartbeat slow and steady beneath my cheek. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt… at peace. Not just safe, not just alive…but whole.The sun had dipped low, casting gold over the grass and filtering through the broken trees we hadn’t yet had the strength to cut down. Nature was still healing. So were we. But there was laughter…genuine, full-bellied laughter…that echoed through the quiet. The kind that used to feel like a dream.I turned my head just a little, watching as Raven giggled breathlessly between Asher and Rowan, her smile brighter than I’d ever seen it. Gwen was pretending to sulk nearby, pouting dramatically while Elisha teased her, and the others sat in small groups, talking, smiling, just… living.Some months ago, none of this seemed possible. Back then, everything was survival. Blood. Fear. Loss.But here we were.My fingers tightened slightly agains
Raven POVThe wind was softer these days. The skies are clearer. The world… lighter.I stood at the edge of the garden, the same garden where I almost lost him—where I thought I’d say goodbye forever. But now, as the morning sun kissed the petals of the moon lilies, I watched Rowan sparring with Kael in the courtyard below, the two of them laughing like boys with no shadows hanging over their heads.He was stronger now. Not the same Rowan I had dragged away from the brink of death, but something even better…renewed and stronger.His mark on me shimmered faintly with every heartbeat, and the bond between us had only deepened. Sometimes I felt it before I heard him speak. Other times, I woke up to find him already watching me, as if afraid this peace might still vanish.But it hadn’t.The war was over. The queen was dead. My father… gone.Our people were healing.Gwen was currently barking orders at a group of warriors helping rebuild the outer walls of the palace. She hadn’t changed
Raven POV Rowan sank slowly to the ground beneath the tall flowering tree that had once been witness to vows of forever.I followed him down, my hands already reaching for his. They were warm…but not as warm as they should be. His skin was paler than before, and though his eyes still held that fierce light, it was dimming, fading like the last stars before dawn.“I used to imagine growing old with you,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady as I sat beside him. “I thought we’d have time.”He smiled faintly, brushing his thumb along the back of my hand. “We did, in our way. Time didn’t give us years, Raven… but it gave us this. Right here. Right now.”I shook my head, tears spilling over my lashes.“Don’t say goodbye yet. Please. We can try again. There has to be something…anything…”“There’s nothing left to fight, love,” he murmured, gently cupping my cheek. “And I’m tired of fighting this curse.”I buried my face in his chest, listening to the fading rhythm of his heartbeat