A New Reality

Venom entered his room, his footsteps deliberate. As he approached his bed, a sense of unease prickled at his senses, the hair at the back of his neck standing at attention. He paused, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Nothing seemed out of place, but his wolf told him otherwise. And he always trusted his wolf.

He took one more step when a shadow emerged with a gun trained in his direction. "You’re dead, asshole," the stranger said coldly.

But Venom only smirked. He moved with preternatural swiftness, grabbing the intruder’s hand and twisting it with precision. He pulled his bone crunching strength at the last moment. The man let out a pained screech.

"Ahhhh! Let me go! You win!" the intruder winced. Venom released him but kept a watchful eye.

The man turned around, rubbing his wrist. "Can’t you let me win just once?" he joked with a lopsided grin.

"Not a chance. Train harder instead," Venom replied curtly before cracking a rare smile.

The tension broke as the two men shared a brief, manly hug. "Welcome back, brother," Venom said, his voice barely above his usual icy tone.

"I missed you so much," the man, Virus, replied. They had both been adopted by Godfather Marco fifteen years ago and referred to each other as brothers, despite not being related. They had risen in the ranks to become two of the Godfather's most trusted Alphas.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back today?" Venom asked.

"I wanted to surprise you. How would that work if I told you I was coming?" Virus replied.

"Well, I wasn't that surprised since Godfather already informed me," Venom said, and Virus rolled his eyes.

A moment later, his face hardened. "I heard about what Pedro did to you. That slimy fuck, I'll be the one to take care of him," Virus said angrily.

"His time is coming but it's not yet. When are you heading back to Russia?" Venom asked.

"Not now, I'm here to stay," Virus said. "I heard you got Antonio Argento's children. I heard the girl is especially tasty. Are you making her your personal slave?" Virus asked with a smirk.

"I don't do that," Venom said coldly.

"Can I have her then?" Virus asked, grinning.

"No. Don't even think about it," Venom warned, a growl rumbling in his chest instinctively.

Virus' hands went up in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay, whatever. I should go now. I'll catch you later, brother." Virus clapped Venom on shoulder and left.

Snake slithered by Virus as he walked through the door, looking him up and down and grinning from ear to ear. She climbed onto the bed and started caressing Venom's bare chest. When he didn't say anything, just watched her, she smiled and continued.

She expertly unhooked his belt and flicked the buttons open on his jeans all the while running her mouth over the sculpted hills and valleys of his abdominal muscles. One of his hands drifted down to the top of her hair and her lips tipped up in a smile briefly. She had him now.

Pulling down his black boxer briefs, she released his hardening length. Snake was slightly disappointed he wasn't already completely standing at attention for her but she knew she would soon have that situation under control. She took his length in her hand and took the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his thick head in the way she knew he liked. Venom blew out a deep breath and Snake started to suck like a pro.

Venom let his head fall back and closed his eyes while enjoying the warmth of her mouth on his cock—he really needed to be distracted, and this would do the job. Snake lived up to her name and he usually tried to avoid her but fuck, the bitch could give a blow job. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer to him as he closed his eyes tightly.

"Fuck," he moaned, and Snake smiled happily. She loved it when she made him feel so good. Her head bobbed quickly as she sucked and moaned.

Venom's hips pistoned harder and tears ran down Snakes cheeks as he forced his way down her throat over and over, but she held on. She would do whatever he needed. Finally, he came with a roar with ropes of cum pouring down her throat. She sputtered and choked but swallowed as fast as she could not wanting anything to ruin the moment.

Breathing heavily, Venom pulled out and Snake sucked in deep breath. She wiped her mouth but smiled hopefully up at Venom. "That was so good, baby."

But Venom had already turned away, heading toward the bathroom. "Get out."

"W-what?" Snake stuttered.

Glancing over his shoulder, he speared her with an icy stare. "I won't repeat myself."

Snake pulled herself to her feet, fighting back tears as Venom continued on to the bathroom, completely ignoring her. She quietly left the room.

 

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Velia and Hardin

The noises outside had quieted indicating that it was already late. Surprisingly, no one had come to check on them since they'd been in the room. Fortunately, Hardin had some snacks and drinks stashed in his hoodie pocket, which they'd been relying on for sustenance. After eating, Hardin gently cleaned Velia's mouth like he'd had when she was a small child. She seemed more relaxed now and was getting comfortable.

"So, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Velia finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Can you just forget about it for now? I don't think you'll like it," Hardin replied, his expression serious.

"But I can tell you know something. Did dad do something?" Velia pressed on, recalling Venom's frown when she mentioned their father's name.

"I'll tell you later, but not now," Hardin said calmly.

Just then, the door burst open, and some maids entered, accompanied by guards. The guards grabbed Hardin and pulled him in one direction, while the maids ushered Velia in the other.

"Where are they taking her?" Hardin fought as they dragged him away, but no one answered him as Velia disappeared around a corner.

As Velia was led away by the maids, she found herself walking through a grand, opulent hallway. The pack house was surprisingly beautiful, adorned with intricate carvings and ornate furnishings. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, luxurious glow over the space. It was nothing like she would ever have expected from an MC. It only confused her more.

Despite the elegance of her surroundings, Velia couldn't shake the sense of unease that had settled in. She was escorted into a room where a maid uniform had been neatly laid out for her. To her surprise, the uniform was far more revealing than the ones her escorts were wearing. The dress was short, tight, and featured a low neckline that would leave her breasts almost completely exposed.

"This is your uniform. Put it on," one of the maids instructed, her voice firm yet polite.

Velia hesitated, her face flushing with embarrassment. But with no other option, she reluctantly changed into the uniform. The maids helped adjust it, making sure everything was in place. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Velia’s embarrassment only deepened. The uniform was even more revealing than she had anticipated, and she couldn’t help but wonder why she had to wear something so inappropriate.

For now, however, she had no choice. Taking a deep breath, she followed the maids out of the room, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. She could only hope her brother was okay.