Zarek kissed and nibbled on Astrid’s skin in torturously slow movements. To him and Zade, her body was theirs to explore. She had accepted their pleas, letting them worship her body as they pleased.Zade knelt above Astrid’s body, his hand brushing her hair away from her face.He was stark naked, his erection hurting more than ever.They were never slow when It came to women but with Astrid? They wanted to savor each moment. He stroked his hard cock, enjoying the view of Astrid’s exposed chest.Zarek had slowly stripped her the moment she gave her approval, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.Was this okay? She couldn't stop now even if she wanted to.And she didn’t want them to stop either.Zarek crawled back down her body, the bulge in his pants rubbing against her as he did. He hadn’t shredded his clothes completely the way Zade did. He only tossed his T-shirt and Astrid’s dress to the side, along with her bra.He wanted her to relax, and she was doing just that.Such an obedi
“Breathe, Little one." Zade's voice soothed her, holding onto her parted legs and trying his best to make her relax.Astrid squirmed, still reeling from the intense orgasm that had rocked her entire world. She never knew her body could lose absolute control to that extent. And Zarek had made her taste her own cum from his fingers.Zade lifted her legs slowly, placing them on his shoulders. Astrid panicked at once, wondering why he was baring her again. “Relax, Little rabbit." Zarek smiled, keeping his gaze fixed on hers. “Relax." She nodded in return, her breathing uneven.Zade rubbed soothing circles on her thigh and she eventually calmed.He guided his erect cock toward her wet entrance and slowly slipped the crown in. Astrid's body tensed at the new feeling that came with the intrusion. She arched her back, feeling the discomfort as Zade's hips pushed forward slowly.“Zade, I_" She didn't get to finish her words before Zarek’s lips met hers in a fierce kiss. He nibbled on her lowe
_Astrid’s POV_I moved between the tables, helping arrange the last decorations and serving drinks when needed. Even though I wasn't supposed to.The other maids bustled around me, their arms full of trays and flowers, laughing and talking. I smiled a little as I handed Oriana a stack of napkins, feeling lighter than I had in weeks.Still, I could feel it, the weight of eyes on me.When I turned slightly to see who was staring, my heart stuttered.Zarek and Zade.Standing across the room, both of them were staring at me like they’d forgotten the entire party happening around them.Zarek’s arms were crossed, his mouth a sharp line. Zade had one hand stuffed in his pocket, but something was burning deep in his silver gaze.My cheeks burned hot.Why were they looking at me like that? Couldn’t they find something better to do at a party? I bit my lip, pretending to fix a crooked glass on the table and ignoring them. Even when a dark-haired woman, one of the visiting pack’s Lunas, I guess
_Astrid’s POV_The air was filled with the smell of sweat, smoke, and fear.I stood barefooted on the cold, marble stage, arms bound in front of me, my wrists raw from the rough rope that tied tyen together. A single spotlight bore down on me, blinding me, as faceless figures in the audience murmured, their voices low and expectant. The auction house reeked of wealth and sin, the kind of place where men bought flesh with the snap of their fingers, where lives were measured in gold and power rather than worth.The auctioneer, a man in an expensive suit, lifted his hand. "Lot 43," he announced, his voice spreading across the big room. "Twenty years old. Untouched. A rare find. We’ll start the bidding at twenty thousand!"A shiver ran down my spine, but I clenched my jaw, refusing to let them see me break. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat coming as a drum of my impending doom. I wanted to scream, to run, but there was nowhere to go. I was trapped.My father had already pulled me
_Astrid’s POV_I woke up to the sound of the heavy iron doors creaking open. My head was pounding, and my wrists were sore from the rope binding them.The place smelled of damp stone and something metallic—smell of blood. I had barely adjusted to my surroundings when a set of heavy boots echoed through the room, making my breath hitch.What now?"Get up," a rough voice commanded.I hesitated for only a moment before I was yanked to my feet. The auction was over, and now I belonged to someone—someone dangerous. My mind was still reeling from the shock of last night. Sold like an object to a man who watched me with those piercing eyes, unreadable yet filled with something dark.The man who bought me.I swallowed hard, trying to steel myself. I refused to crumble, no matter what was ahead.Two men stood in front of me now. One I recognized instantly—Zarek, the twin who had claimed me. His cold dark eyes bore into me, assessing me like I was nothing more than a mere possession. But the
_Astrid’s POV_I glanced at the door which had been closed shut before me, feeling perplexed. What now?I had blatantly rejected that dress just now and if that maid hated me to her bones, she would definitely tell a lie to the Alpha about me. I bit my lower lip and moved to take a seat on the squeaky bed, letting out a sigh of exhaustion.“Goddess, what’s going to happen to me now? Please protect me." I begged, palm cupped in an apologetic way. If only she would help me get out of this place, I would do anything she requested of me.Taking in the sight of the room, I felt mortified and somewhat comical, who would have thought that I would ever make it to a bedroom without leaking roofs?“The irony." I murmured and released a small smile. The house I lived in with my stepfather was owned by my mother. She had given it to him a few years before she died and requested that he pass on the house and trust fund she had left behind for me.Eventually, when it was time to give it up, he co
_Astrid’s POV_When I got dressed for the party, I made my way out of the room and straight downstairs towards the ballroom. The moment I stepped in, I wanted the earth to swallow me in an instant. The room came alive with the laughter, soft mucis and clinking of expensive glasses. The rich and powerful werewolf world filled every corner, and their presence was suffocating.I forced myself to stay calm as I moved forward, my head held high even though I could feel the stares of the dozens of people in the room.I was the only human here, it was normal to stare.Also, the dress was the worst part. Thin, barely covering anything, and way too tight. The red fabric clung to my skin painfully, the hem equally stopping at the upper thighs, making every step feel like a battle to stay decent. I found a corner to hide myself in, but before I could make my way towards the place, I caught sight of Zarek and Zade. They were both seated at a round table not so far from the stage as they shar
_Astrid’s POV_ The door shut behind Zade with a firm click after he placed me on my bed and left me alone. Alone, humiliated, and still feeling the lingering heat that refused to leave my body all because of the drink Zarek made me consume. I collapsed onto the cold floor, pressing my cheek against the wooden surface in hopes that it would cool my burning skin. It didn’t. My heart still pounded in my chest, my emotions swirling between frustration, humiliation, and something dangerously close to despair. I couldn’t stay here. Not for another hour. Not for another minute. I didn’t care if this Packhouse was filled with powerful werewolves who could probably sniff out a mosquito at twenty paces. I didn’t care if the person who “bought”—ugh, the word made me sick—was an Alpha who thought he owned me now. I wasn’t staying. I wasn’t going to be some pet they dragged around at their convenience. I pushed myself up and took in my room—a pathetic excuse for a guest chambe
_Astrid’s POV_I moved between the tables, helping arrange the last decorations and serving drinks when needed. Even though I wasn't supposed to.The other maids bustled around me, their arms full of trays and flowers, laughing and talking. I smiled a little as I handed Oriana a stack of napkins, feeling lighter than I had in weeks.Still, I could feel it, the weight of eyes on me.When I turned slightly to see who was staring, my heart stuttered.Zarek and Zade.Standing across the room, both of them were staring at me like they’d forgotten the entire party happening around them.Zarek’s arms were crossed, his mouth a sharp line. Zade had one hand stuffed in his pocket, but something was burning deep in his silver gaze.My cheeks burned hot.Why were they looking at me like that? Couldn’t they find something better to do at a party? I bit my lip, pretending to fix a crooked glass on the table and ignoring them. Even when a dark-haired woman, one of the visiting pack’s Lunas, I guess
“Breathe, Little one." Zade's voice soothed her, holding onto her parted legs and trying his best to make her relax.Astrid squirmed, still reeling from the intense orgasm that had rocked her entire world. She never knew her body could lose absolute control to that extent. And Zarek had made her taste her own cum from his fingers.Zade lifted her legs slowly, placing them on his shoulders. Astrid panicked at once, wondering why he was baring her again. “Relax, Little rabbit." Zarek smiled, keeping his gaze fixed on hers. “Relax." She nodded in return, her breathing uneven.Zade rubbed soothing circles on her thigh and she eventually calmed.He guided his erect cock toward her wet entrance and slowly slipped the crown in. Astrid's body tensed at the new feeling that came with the intrusion. She arched her back, feeling the discomfort as Zade's hips pushed forward slowly.“Zade, I_" She didn't get to finish her words before Zarek’s lips met hers in a fierce kiss. He nibbled on her lowe
Zarek kissed and nibbled on Astrid’s skin in torturously slow movements. To him and Zade, her body was theirs to explore. She had accepted their pleas, letting them worship her body as they pleased.Zade knelt above Astrid’s body, his hand brushing her hair away from her face.He was stark naked, his erection hurting more than ever.They were never slow when It came to women but with Astrid? They wanted to savor each moment. He stroked his hard cock, enjoying the view of Astrid’s exposed chest.Zarek had slowly stripped her the moment she gave her approval, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.Was this okay? She couldn't stop now even if she wanted to.And she didn’t want them to stop either.Zarek crawled back down her body, the bulge in his pants rubbing against her as he did. He hadn’t shredded his clothes completely the way Zade did. He only tossed his T-shirt and Astrid’s dress to the side, along with her bra.He wanted her to relax, and she was doing just that.Such an obedi
_Zarek’s POV_Alpha Lachlan had a death wish. I was sure as hell this time. Why? Because he wouldn't stop staring at Astrid. The fool even had a dirty look in his damn eyes as it raked her body. And Astrid, how dare she wear such revealing clothing. “Zade, get Astrid out of here!" I mindlinked my brother instantly. If Astrid stayed here for even a single minute, we would end up having more enemies than necessary.“Get your shit together." Creighton chuckled, but I ignored him. He knew nothing about men like Lachlan. That old horny goat.If he dared make any move on my Astrid, I would cut his little dick off and feed it to him, no doubt.“You just called Astrid yours." Creighton groaned, and I couldn't tell if it was in satisfaction or dissatisfaction.I ran a hand through my hair, knowing I was overstepping the boundary. Astrid was just a maid, and my property, nothing more.“Alpha Zarek, so what do you have to say about my proposal?” Alpha Garrick from West Pack asked, a smug look
_Astrid’s POV_Something was unsettling about mornings in this house. The atmosphere always felt too still, like it was holding its breath, waiting for the next explosion, either emotionally or otherwise.Today, though, it was different.I had just finished arranging breakfast on the long dining table, the smell of meat and eggs drifting through the air. Zade and Zarek were already seated at their usual places at opposite ends of the table. Neither of them looked at me. And yet, these days, I felt their presence more than ever.After that experience at the amusement park, something shifted, I couldn't tell what it was, but it was positive.On that day, the protective instincts that took over me at the sight of their scared expressions left me in utter shock.Why did I react that way? They never treated me well, or maybe they did, just a little.Still, I shouldn't have felt the way I did that day.Now we were back and they decided to ignore me. A part of me told me they were embarrass
_Astrid’s POV_It had been a week since I directly slept after Zade made me come apart on his bed.A week since Zarek left.Seven days of silence, of cold glares from the castle guards, of lingering anxiety in the halls. But strangely, it’s also been seven days of… peace. Because Zade turned out to be weird. And for some reason, he’s been nothing but kind to me.I shouldn’t be this comfortable around him. I shouldn’t feel safer when he’s around. I shouldn’t feel the warmth creeping into my chest whenever he looks my way.But I did.Still, Zade hadn’t touched me ever since that day. Not even once. Not even a graze of his fingers when we spar. It was like he built an invisible wall between us. And the sickest part of me? The darkest, most pathetic part? Craved for that wall to break. He didn't try to get intimate with me after that day I fell asleep. Plus, I couldn't get over the shame of that night. He saw me naked and stroked my most private part. Goddess.I didn't know what that sai
“On your fours, Astrid.” Zade ordered as he stripped down, tossing the wet clothes aside.This time, Caelen was the one in control. Yes, there was no bond between them and Astrid, but their wolves wanted her more than anything else.Astrid braced herself, knowing that it was inevitable. And deep down, she wanted it.Although she claimed to hate the twins, she also couldn't deny the fact that she wanted them.And considering how nice Zade was compared to his brother, she didn't mind giving her first time to him instead of Zarek.So, she turned away from him and shivered as she positioned herself as he ordered.Zade smiled in satisfaction as he got on the bed with her. He ripped the remnants of her clothes off, leaving her bare before him. Astrid gasped and tried to cover up as she glared at him, but he chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t do that, Little one. You're beautiful.” The way he said it brought a weird feeling to her chest. She gulped and slowly freed herself. “Tell me, hav
_Astrid’s POV_“Zade, get away from m—" I tried to push him away the moment our lips parted. But he shut me up the next minute as his lips found mine again. “Shut. Your. Mouth. Astrid." He bit down on my lower lip with every word, earning a shudder from me.My head spun out of control, and a shiver ran down my spine. I felt light headed and hot as his tongue delved into my opened mouth, practically playing tag with my tongue.And to think I already freed my hands and placed it on his shoulders, to push him the hell away. But at the end, I couldn't move a muscle.This was exactly why I did everything in my power to put a safe distance between the twins and I. I couldn't control myself when they laid their hands on me.It was a total embarrassment on my part.The twins never understood the concept of distance, though.Zade’s teeth pulled rougher than usual and tingles exploded on the skin trapped between them. The rain fell harder this time, wetting the both of us to our bones, but Z
_Astrid’s POV_I woke up before the sun had even fully risen, my body aching from the day before. Every limb felt stiff, and every breath I dragged in became a reminder of the soreness left behind by Zade’s brutal training. But I didn’t let myself hesitate. If I wanted to survive, if I wanted to go, I had to be stronger. Stronger than the pain and stronger than them. Which I knew was extremely impossible.Getting dressed was a struggle. My shirt stuck to my skin, and my fingers fumbled with the buttons thanks to the tightness in my shoulders. But I forced myself through it, slipping on the gloves Zade had given me, but then tossing it aside and tying my boots with a hiss of pain.When I stepped out of my room, Esme was already waiting like a sour shadow. She looked me over with a twisted expression.“Tch,” she scoffed. “I still don’t understand what the Alpha sees in you. A weak, limp thing like you? He must be going soft.” She repeated yesterday’s words and I can’t help wondering why