"You can't be weak, wife. You now have three husbands to please. Tonight's the night we claim you. You can't let a simple wedding tire you, for our nuptial night holds trials far more demanding." Ezra whispered huskily, tucking my hair behind my ear. -- "Oh god!” I cried. "Not god, baby. We are your demons," Ezra growled, pounding faster. -- "Call my name, Xanthea,” Asher groaned and a tight flutter erupted in my belly. -- "I can't… I can't take this… anymore…" And then he hit a spot, and he kept hitting it again and again with every thrust. Sparks charged throughout my body like the lightning cracking in the stormy sky again and again until it was too much to hold back, too hard to… resist. *** Xanthea Plath, an illegitimate child of the Alpha of Virgo pack, was an omega and omegas weren't allowed to dream, yet she never stopped dreaming. She wanted to be a doctor just like her mother but the luna of the pack, her stepmother would break her physically and mentally and stop at nothing to crush all her dreams. Xanthea had still found a way though all the abuse her steps put her through. But one day her world came crashing down right before her entrance in a medical college when she found out that she was being offered as a bride to the ruthless triplet alphas also known as the demon lords of the Infernal pack of the underworld. Xanthea had heard the horrifying stories of several suitors who had come before her, all of whom had met a gruesome end. *** Dark reverse harem romance with 18+ explicit content. Readers discretion advised.
View More“Asher…” I whimpered, unsure if I wanted him to stop his steps or words.“I am used to being invisible to everyone around me, but not you. Please, not you,” he begged, his voice raw as he fought to keep his composure.I shut my eyes, covering my face with my hands, hoping to gather myself, but I end
The distance between us was nothing, yet I kept my head low. Not because his aura had turned heavier, nor because I could feel his gaze searing into my soul, but because I was terrified. Terrified that this time, when I looked into his eyes, I would see the love I had only dreamt of.After a long mo
Electric sparks ignited beneath my skin at his touch, as though my body were the black, blank night sky and he was the moon, the stars, the clouds and everything cosmic.When his lips finally met mine, a weak smile quivered on my face as tears traced warm paths down my cheeks, every inch of my body
[Xanthea]A shroud of darkness enveloped me as his wings wrapped around us in an embrace that had never felt so hollow and full at the same time.My entire existence had abruptly been reduced to a body.My body felt alien. A hollow shell that carried my mother’s sins in every fiber. I wanted to rip
“Our kids are the backups to stop the curse. Even if it doesn’t end with us, it’ll end with them,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of the gravity his words carried.“But that still doesn’t solve anything,” I said.“I know,” he said. “The kids will be weak. While they wouldn’t feed the curs
“You know all the right answers, still you choose the one that’s convenient for you,” he said with a chuckle.My nails dug into my palm, biting into my skin as I tightened my fists.“Unfortunately, I can’t choose what’s convenient for me, love. And I can’t let you, my wife, choose what’s less painfu
[Xanthea]All the information about the generational curses in my mother’s knowledge and memories flooded my mind.My eyes leafed through the pages of the books and diaries.“Generational curses feed on the existence of the affected immortal. The stronger the immortal it consumes, the more malignant
‘The physical form will fall apart!’‘We cannot let that happen! Ezra has finally become someone worthy of being my son! Starsoul, save him,’ Deimos ordered my mother, but she wasn’t listening.Her eyes were fixed on Ezra. She was sweating and trembling as though some voice in her head haunted her,
I shook my head, biting down my lips.“Don’t do this to yourself, Ezra… please… stop… just stop now…” I choked on my words.Asher took a deep breath and spoke in a shaking voice.“Ezra kept carrying her dead body for days... until her body started to decompose and rot on his shoulders.”Tears blurre
“I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” — W. B. Yeats ~~~ [Xanthea Plath] I limped into the graveyard, clutching my broken arm with the other hand. Blood mixed in the rain trailed down from my shoulder to my elbow, down my wrists, making its way to ...
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