Reyna“That’s it, sweet girl, you know you can handle all three of us. Spread those legs nice and wide,” Malachi’s filthy words spurn me on as I’m laying on top of him with three cocks inside of me.I’m delirious with need; the scents of their arousal coupled with the pull of the full moon has us acting feral and giving into our base needs. We’ve been under the moonlight for over three hours; I’ve been twisted into different positions, with orgasms forced and drawn out of me, and yet I still want more.It’s only when the first rays of sunshine peeks through the top of the trees, that Cassian eventually carries me upstairs while Rune and Malachi, the obvious machines that they are, continue with their trysts. After a hot bath and a six hour long nap, I awake with a jolt and rush to the nursery. Finding my three precious sons playing in their playpen while their nanny is watching them, makes me feel extra guilty.While I was being twisted into a flesh pretzel, I had people here looking
The grand hall, decorated with banners and illuminated by numerous chandeliers, provides the perfect backdrop for Reyna to stand proudly to one side. Her heart is filled with nostalgia, pride, and an indescribable motherly love. Her eyes focus on her three sons—Rhys, Caelum, and Micah—standing near the elevated dais. They’re men now, Alpha Kings about to be crowned, but in her eyes, they’ll always be her little boys. Rhys, ever the sweet and thoughtful one, leans over to straighten Caelum’s collar. His movements are calm, reminiscent of Rune’s gentle grace. Caelum, practical and level-headed, checks the crowns on the ceremonial table one last time, ensuring everything is in place. He holds a steadiness that could only have come from Cassian. Then there’s Micah—the fiery spirit, the playful troublemaker. He catches her eye and winks. A spitting image of Malachi in both looks and temperament. “Mom, you’re going to turn into a puddle before the ceremony even starts,” teases Rhiannon
Rhiannon, the cherished daughter of Queen Reyna and her three Alpha King consorts, leads a sheltered life on a secluded island, dreaming of adventures beyond her reach. She wants to be more than just the sheltered princess, without her overbearing parents keeping her trapped in a golden cage. Her tranquil existence is shattered when she is kidnapped while on the way to visit her brothers, by three mysterious Rogue Dragon Kings, each bearing deep-seated vendettas against her fathers. These dragon shifters, scorned and powerful, seek vengeance for past wrongs, and Rhiannon becomes the pawn in their ruthless game of retribution. Rhiannon, far from the helpless captive, discovers a strength within that rivals even the fiercest of dragons. Her spirit, compassion, and understanding begin to erode the walls of vengeance that have long held sway over the hearts of the Dragon Kings, unveiling the pain and longing hidden beneath their fearsome exteriors. And it’s not long before the lines b
RhiannonHere I am again, perched on the edge of my favourite cliff, the one spot on this island that feels entirely mine. The sea stretches out before me, endless and free, mocking me with its vastness. It’s been nearly two years since my brothers left to rule their kingdoms, leaving me here, trapped in a golden cage. They’re out there, making names for themselves, while I... I’m just Rhiannon, the youngest and only daughter, the one everyone feels the need to protect.Mom’s overprotective, always fussing over me like I’m some delicate flower that might wilt at the slightest touch. And my fathers? Even worse. They won’t let me attend any balls without them hovering over me, their presence so overbearing it’s suffocating. Forget about going to gatherings with people my own age or attending an academy. They see danger lurking in every shadow, a potential threat behind every smile. It’s exhausting, really.I can’t help but envy the birds that soar above me, their wings cutting through
RhiannonAs I zip up my last bag, a jolt of excitement zaps through me. I’m actually doing this—leaving the island, visiting my brothers! And not just one, but all of them want me over. I’m going to be away for months! It’s like suddenly, the world’s opened up to me, and I can’t help but feel like I’m about to embark on the grandest adventure of my life.I drag my luggage downstairs, where the helpers are waiting to take it to the private jet. Yes, a private jet. Talk about travelling in style, right? I guess there are perks to being the daughter of Alpha Kings and a Queen.Downstairs, my fathers are waiting to say goodbye. Rune, with his gentle eyes and soft-spoken wisdom, pulls me into a hug that feels like a warm blanket. “Take care of yourself, my little moonbeam,” he murmurs, and I can hear the unspoken worries in his voice.“I will, Daddy. Promise,” I whisper back, squeezing him tight and trying not to cry. I wanted this, right? Why am I sad saying goodbye?! Pulling away, my
SorenAs I watch from the shadows with invisibility as my shield, the princess strides confidently into the castle, her brother, the new Alpha King, at her side. I’ve heard tales of her beauty, but to witness it firsthand is something else entirely. She’s not just beautiful; she’s flawless, with a strength in her step that speaks of her royal bloodline. She moves with an effortless grace, her laughter echoing softly as she embraces her brother. It’s almost a shame, really, that she’s become a pawn in our long-awaited game of revenge.I turn away, the sight leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, and reach out to Ivar and Gavriel through the mind link. /“She’s landed. And from the whispers I’ve caught, she’ll be staying a while before heading to Micah,”/ I transmit, my voice a steady thrum in our connected consciousness.There’s a pause, a beat of silence, before Ivar responds, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of excitement. /“Then we must act swiftly. Once she sets foot in B
RhiannonSaying goodbye to Rhys feels like leaving a piece of my heart behind. The month with him has been nothing short of magical, filled with lessons that went beyond the mere medicinal. Under his guidance, I discovered a healing touch I never knew I possessed, a gift from the goddess herself! It’s a moment of pride and sadness as we part ways, his final words of encouragement lingering in my ears.“Use your gift wisely, Rhi. You’re meant for great things,” he says, his bright blue eyes filled with brotherly love and a hint of something else—pride, maybe.I hug him tight, promising to visit again soon. “I’ll miss you. And thanks for everything, really. You’ve no idea how much this means to me.”As I board the jet to Micah’s kingdom, the excitement bubbles inside me. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and I can’t wait to dive into the world of technology and innovation he reigns over. Flopping down on the seat, I let out a sigh, a mix of exhaustion and anticipation for what’s to
IvarI pinch the bridge of my nose, the incessant banging echoing through the halls like a drumbeat of defiance. She’s been at it for what feels like hours now, and as much as I admire her spirit, it’s starting to grate on my last nerve. As I step into the room, just in time to catch her mid-swing with the cup she was given at dinner, I can’t help but let out a half-amused, half-exasperated chuckle. “Are you quite done making all that noise?” I ask, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.She whirls around, the fire in her eyes blazing even brighter at the sight of me. “If you’re going to treat me like a caged bird, I might as well sing like one,” she retorts, and I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips.This one’s got spirit, no denying that, and for a moment, I’m amused. It’s been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me with such defiance.I push off from the door frame and walk towards her, noting the way her eyes flicker with fear. But she doesn’t shrink back; in
As the vibrant festival rages around them, filled with music and laughter, Rhiannon stands slightly apart, her gaze fixed on the group that forms the cornerstone of her new life. There, amidst a crowd of revellers, her three mates and three fathers converse, a symbol of newfound peace and acceptance. The speeches have been made, and the collective acceptance of Rhiannon’s unique bond with her dragon mates has marked a significant milestone in their lives. While her brothers, Micah, Rhys, and Caelum, maintained a facade of politeness, their underlying discomfort was palpable. Rhiannon understood their protectiveness; they were her older brothers, after all. It was their instinct to shield her, yet here she was, needing no protection from the men they were wary of. From the corner of the gathering, she noticed Soren engaging Caelum in what appeared to be a serious yet respectful discussion. The way Caelum’s posture shifted, easing from stiff disapproval to reluctant acknowledgment, s
RhiannonStanding on the soft sands of our island, the sound of the waves gently crashing against the shore sets a calming backdrop. I watch the sky anxiously; waiting for the small aircraft that’s bringing my parents to our home. Soren had extended the invitation to our island as a gesture of goodwill and trust. Despite the turmoil of our last encounter, I feel a budding hope that today will mark a new beginning.Sensing my unease, Soren squeezes my hand reassuringly. “They’ll see. Everything’s going to be alright,” he murmurs, but I can tell he’s just as anxious.The plane touches down with a soft whirr, and my heart skips as I see my parents disembark. My mother spots me and immediately rushes over, her arms wide open. As she wraps me in a tight embrace, tears well up in my eyes, and soon we’re both crying, holding each other after the painful uncertainty of the past weeks.“Oh, Rhiannon,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been so worried, so scared!”My fathers s
IvarSpeaking to Rhiannon about reconciling with her parents did not go as planned, so we’re taking things into our own hands.As we fly toward the secluded meeting spot, the weight of the upcoming discussion presses heavily on my mind. Gavriel, Soren, and I shift back into our human forms just as we land, slipping into sweatpants for a semblance of normalcy as we prepare to face Rhiannon’s fathers: Rune, Malachi, and Cassian.The tension is palpable as we approach them. Rune, always the silent type, gives us a nod, while Malachi’s expression is guarded, his temperament more volatile. Cassian, known for his strategic mind, watches us with calculated interest.“We appreciate you meeting us here, without Rhiannon,” I start, my voice steady despite the churn of emotions inside me. “There’s something important we need to discuss.”Malachi crosses his arms, his brow furrowing. “And what’s so important that Rhiannon couldn’t be here?”“It’s about her,” Soren interjects, stepping slightly fo
RhiannonAs I feel the fabric of the blindfold tighten gently around my eyes, Ivar’s warm breath tickles my ear. “Trust me, Rhi. You’re going to love this,” he whispers, his voice a soothing blend of mystery and reassurance.“Where are you taking me?” I ask, half-excited, half-anxious as he guides me by the hand. Each step crunches softly underfoot, the unmistakable scent of the forest growing stronger with every breath. My heart races, not just from the blindfold and the unknown, but from the anticipation of whatever Ivar has planned.“Just a little further,” he teases, his usual light-hearted chuckle making it harder to fret about where we’re going. “You don’t always need to see the path to enjoy where it leads.”Despite my nervousness, I smile, squeezing his hand. “If this is another one of your cooking experiments, I swear…”He laughs, stopping us both. “No cooking this time. I promise.” He leans in, kissing the side of my head gently. “Okay, ready?”The anticipation is a knot in
SorenCircling the island, I stretch out my wings, feeling the wind rush through my scales as I survey the boundaries of our territory. It’s a routine patrol, but today, my mind is restless, preoccupied with thoughts of Rhiannon. Since the disastrous meeting with her parents, there’s a heaviness in her that I feel deep in my bones—a shared ache, thanks to the mate bond, that tells me her heart isn’t just bruised, it’s shattered. She puts on a brave face, dismisses it with a wave and a joke, but I know better.Shifting back to my human form with a practised ease, I pull on a pair of shorts just as I see her approaching. The sight of her—in a simple white cotton dress, barefoot, her hair catching the light of the setting sun—tightens something in my chest.Before she can say anything, I close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms, and kiss the side of her head—a gesture of comfort I hope she can still find solace in. “How are you doing?” I ask, though the answer is written
RhiannonThe cold shock of being torn from Soren’s embrace cuts through me, my screams shattering the stillness as I reach out for him, for any of them, only to find my hands grasping at empty air. The ground rushes up to meet me, and as I scramble to my feet, my eyes lock onto my parents, standing a few feet away, their expressions a mix of concern and something darker.“What have you done?!” I shout at my parents, staring into their faces, searching for some hint of remorse, of understanding. “Why would you do this?”My father, Cassian, stands firm, his expression a mask of regret and resolve. “We did what we had to, Rhiannon. They took you from us and we had no idea if this was a trap or not. We’re just taking you back.”“Taking me back?” I echo, incredulity sharpening my voice to a cutting edge. “You call this a rescue? I chose to be with them!”My mother reaches out, her touch meant to soothe, but it only fans the flames of my anger. “Darling, please, try to understand. We’re ju
GavrielIn our war room, the atmosphere is charged, a blend of anticipation and underlying tension. The response from Rhiannon’s parents has arrived, a beacon of hope amid the uncertainty that’s shrouded us for so long. They’re willing to meet, a first step on the treacherous path towards peace. Rhiannon is asleep, unaware of the developments, and here we are, planning every detail of our departure tomorrow, prepared for every eventuality, even an attack.“I can’t believe they actually agreed,” Ivar comments, leaning back in his chair, the nonchalance in his voice not quite reaching his eyes. He’s been off lately, the usual lightness of his wit shadowed by the weight of our situation. “This is good, right?”Soren, leaning heavily against the table, runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “Yeah, willing to meet or set a damn trap. We can’t rule anything out.”He’s right. Our isolation, by choice and circumstance, has always been our strength and our vulnerability. Now,
Rhiannon Sitting across from Ivar, Gavriel, and Soren, I’m completely nervous and out of my depth. We’re about to discuss something that could change the course of our lives forever. “We need to talk to my parents,” I start, diving straight into the heart of the matter. “And I mean really talk. Not through messages or mediators, but face-to-face, on neutral ground.” Ivar leans forward, his usual carefree demeanour taking a backseat to the seriousness of our discussion. “And what’s to stop them from launching an attack when we meet? Neutral ground or not.” Gavriel, silent up to this point, adds, “They’re not known for playing fair. We can’t afford to underestimate them. Security is a concern. We don’t know if your parents will come alone or bring an entourage. We have to be prepared for anything.” Soren, who’s been quietly listening, finally speaks up. “And there’s the matter of trust. We’re asking them to meet under a flag of truce. After everything, that’s asking a lot.” I can’
IvarStanding by the window, the early morning light painting the horizon in shades of gold and crimson, I find myself lost in thought. Last night we discovered something that turned our world upside down—Rhiannon is mated to all three of us. It’s a revelation that seems to defy logic, yet here we are, bound by fate, or perhaps the gods themselves, to be the bridge to peace between our worlds.For the first time in what feels like forever, there’s another person in my life I find myself genuinely caring about, willing to lay down my life for. Glancing back at the bed, seeing her there, tangled in the sheets, nestled securely between Soren and Gavriel, a smile unwittingly finds its way onto my face. It’s a sight I never imagined I’d see, yet it feels right, as if all the pieces have finally fallen into place.Soren stirs, the shift in the room drawing him to wakefulness. He joins me by the window, his presence solid and reassuring. We both stand there for a moment, taking in the sere