I’m lying on the ground in the street. It’s pouring rain, and the four alphas are staring down at me menacingly, their eyes glowing with rage and their teeth bared.
“You’re a worthless excuse for an omega,” Zorin snarls, spitting on me. I flinch as the spit hits my face, only to be washed away by the rain. “I don’t know why we wasted so much time on you when you couldn’t even give us a pup.”
“Stupid bitch,” Raul growls, kicking me in the stomach. I cry out in pain, hunching over to protect myself.
“We should just kill you now and save anyone else the trouble of dealing with you,” Aleks hisses.
Zorin’s wolf claws extend from his hands, and he lunges at me, slicing through my skin as I raise my arms to protect my face. The others join in on the assault, and I scream, calling for help as they continue to attack me. I scream and scream, and I—
“Lena! Wake up!”
My eyes shoot open, and I see the concerned face of Damon looming over me as I scream into wakefulness. There are three alphas on my bed.
“Lena, baby, it’s just us!”
Eventually, the scream dies in my throat when my brain registers that the figures on my bed are Damon, Max, and Gunnar. I burst into tears, relieved to be in the safety of Damon’s home but scared senseless by the dream lingering in my mind.
“Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Max soothes, holding me against his bare chest. He’s only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.
I’m shaky and sweating after the dream.
Damon and Gunnar are also in various states of undress, and Damon’s dark hair is sticking up in all directions as if he had been fast asleep when startled awake.
Sudden embarrassment hits me because I woke the alphas with my screaming, and they had to see me like this, but I know there’s no hiding anything from them.
“What were you dreaming about?” Max asks, holding me tighter. “You gave us the fright of our lives.”
I shake my head, trying to get my bearings.
Zorin’s face is burned into my mind’s eye—the cruel smile he wore when attacking me is so vivid that it feels as if he was actually here.
How is it that after four years, I’m still haunted by him? I should have moved on and been free to live my life, but he’s a ghost that haunts my every move, both awake and asleep.
A few more tears leak from my eyes. I wipe them away angrily, determined not to cry about him anymore.
“Talk to us, darling,” Damon presses gently, softening the moment by tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. He’s never seen me like this. “Please tell us what’s going on.”
I sigh and wipe my nose with my shirt sleeve. I know I can’t fight this anymore, and now that I’m pregnant, it’s impossible to hide my past.
“This is a lot for me to share,” I start quietly. “So please be patient with me.”
“Take all the time you need.”
Max, Damon, and Gunnar are watching me attentively, which makes me a little nervous, so I take a deep breath.
“Let me start from the beginning. I’m not really from DC,” I say. “I only moved here a couple of years ago. Before I came here, I had a pack of my own. We were happy for a time before it all fell apart.”
“What do you mean?” Gunnar asks, but I can hear the defensiveness in his tone about my previous pack. I mean, I wasn’t exactly a virgin when he knotted me in the library.
“My life with the pack started years ago. I was their omega—to Aleks, Raul, Thomas and…” I hesitate. “Zorin.”
“So you know him?” Damon asks carefully.
“You were his omega?” Max asks in shock.
“Yes, I was,” I admit nervously.
“You said Thomas,’” Damon says slowly. “Fuck- I know why Zorin’s here now.”
“Why?” I ask, alarmed.
“Is he tall, broad shoulders… tattoo of a sun on his neck?” asks Damon.
“Yes,” I confirm, wondering where this is going and how the hell Damon knows about him.
“We killed him.”
“Oh, what?” I say, my eyes widening as I look at him. My heart is beating wildly, and I don’t know if he’s telling the truth, but it looks like he is by the grim look on his face. “How do you know him?”
“This might be hard for you to hear, but he was an abuser. Abused kids,” Damon says, and my stomach sinks. “We received a tip from a civilian and we… took care of business.”
“Oh my god,” I whisper, feeling sick. I had slept with a total psychopath who deserved to be killed years ago to stop him from hurting anyone.
“Tell us about them. Your old pack,” prodded Gunner, his jaw set in a stern line.
After their shocking news, I try to gather my thoughts. Taking deep breaths, I pause for a moment, trying to find the best way to explain.
“It started well enough,” I eventually say. “My family didn’t approve, but I still left home to be with them.”
“Why didn’t they approve?” Gunnar asks, and I turn to him, finding his gaze locked on mine.
I shrug, attempting to appear nonchalant despite my nervousness. “They didn’t like Zorin. They thought I could do better. And I thought it was true love.”
“So what happened when you left home to be with them?”
Panic claws at my chest as the memories overwhelm me, and I swallow hard, trying to push them down. “The four of them courted me, showering me with love and affection, and I fell for it. But once they had me, that was where it ended.”
Max takes my hand, and I squeeze it gratefully. I take a deep breath and continue.
“Why did it end?”
“Nothing I did was ever good enough for them. I was useless. They tore down my self-esteem, breaking me, and said I was useless for not producing a pup for them.”
“You’re not useless,” Damon growls quietly, and I glance at him, afraid of the tightly controlled anger simmering in his eyes. “Don’t ever say that about yourself.”
This is the hardest part to get through, and tears well in my eyes as I reflect on that fateful night.
“The very last night I was with them, everything went wrong. We were on our way back from an event when they stopped by the side of the road and beat me, leaving me for dead. I would have died that night if it weren’t for a kind stranger who found me and took me to the hospital.”
I pull up the sleeve of my pajama shirt, showing them my long scar.
“It’s how I got this scar,” I say quietly. “Zorin scratched me. When I was finally well enough to leave the hospital, I moved here and never looked back. They probably thought I died, but now Zorin is here.”
Hot tears spill down my cheeks, but I’m too exhausted to wipe them away. I got through my story, and that’s enough for me.
Damon, Max, and Gunnar are quiet. Each of them has their fists tightly clenched, their knuckles white. Their anger is palpable, but I know it’s not directed at me.
“I’m the person who found you in the rain,” Damon admits quietly. “I took you to the hospital. Even though you were wearing a mask at the time, I knew you were injured.”
“I know,” I say. “Max—I also want to come clean. You and I met at the ball before all this.”
Max shakes his head in wonder. “This was meant to be. For us to be together.”
“Zorin will never come near you again,” Damon says quietly, each word clipped with fury. “I will always protect you, Lena. To my dying breath.”
Max nods, echoing Damon’s sentiment, but Gunnar is still too angry to speak, his gray eyes glowing in the dark with rage.
Damon lies down on the bed behind me, and I follow suit, allowing him to spoon me. He wraps an arm around my middle and pulls me closer.
“I need to hold you, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
Max lies down in front of me as Gunnar fixes the blankets around my legs. I feel safe and protected, surrounded by these alphas, and I finally begin to relax after my nightmare.
“I’m going to check the perimeter quickly and keep guard,” Gunnar says. “I need to make sure that Zorin stays away.”
“If he shows up, you know what to do,” Damon growls ominously, and I shiver.
“You got it,” Gunnar replies, leaving the room and closing the door.
Damon and Max sandwich me between them.
I can hear their hearts beating, and the sound soothes me. The feel of their rigid, muscular bodies against mine ignites a spark of desire. Damon plays with my hair while Max strokes my arm tenderly, whispering comforting words.
“You’re safe here with us, little omega,” Damon murmurs. “No need to worry. We’ll always protect you.”
I hum in agreement, closing my eyes to soak in the feel of their touch. With every caress of their hands on my body, I feel myself loosen up and become aroused. My pussy begins to throb, and I can sense myself growing slick between my thighs.
Damon stills and sniffs the air, then growls hungrily in my ear.
“Looks like someone can’t help her hungry pussy from needing to be filled,” he says, slipping a hand down my pajama shorts and caressing me.
I whimper at the sensation and try to spread my legs a little wider for him. Max chuckles when he sees me struggling and helps to remove my shorts, slowly trailing his hand up my calf and inner thigh until he reaches my mound, where he begins to rub my clit in slow, torturous circles while Damon focuses on my entrance.
“This feels so good,” I whisper when Damon slides a finger into me and then out again, dragging my wetness to my asshole.
“It’s going to feel even better when my cock is in your ass,” he groans and swipes his wet finger around my asshole as he uses his other hand to hold my ass cheeks apart.
I clench when I feel his warm finger soothingly rubbing around my sphincter, slowly loosening me up for his huge cock, which I know is coming.
Max is rubbing my clit, “so wet, sweetheart. Is your little pussy ready for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper just as Damon pushes his finger into my ass while I’m distracted by Max. My eyes roll back as I moan with both their fingers wiggling inside of me in both holes. The room soon filled with loud smacking noises coming from my pussy and my ass, which makes my face redden. “Oh, moons.”
“She likes it,” says Damon, pushing a second finger into my ass, making me cry out as I feel my asshole stretching around his thick fingers. Max has three fingers inside of my pussy, stretching me more and more. The two of them tease me, rubbing me and fingering me, until my thighs glisten with slick, and I’m ready to be filled.
“We’re going to properly tuck you in tonight, my love,” says Max, pulling his fingers out of my pussy while Damon did the same. The slick dripping from Max’s fingers makes me blush. “So fucking wet. Taste yourself, sweetheart.”
Max pushes his three fingers into my mouth, and I’m breathing hard with arousal as I suck my juices from his finger, feeling his hardness against me.
“Good little omega,” says Max, pulling his fingers out of my mouth and stroking himself, preparing to enter me.
“I’m going inside your pretty little ass now,” says Damon, as he slowly pushes in first- sliding his stiff cock into my asshole and stretching me open.
Max follows suit and gently pushes into my soaked pussy, stretching me wider than his fingers. I’m stuffed, so full of both of them, and I whine with pleasure when they begin to fuck me slowly.
Every thrust and every pull from the alphas rips a moan out of me.
“Fuck,” grunts Damon as he pushes his cock deeper into my ass, and I clench around his girth. Feeling both of their cocks thrusting in and out of me has me clenching and spasming.
A sudden orgasm takes me, and I cry out as my thighs shake while Max holds my legs up. They pound into me even harder as I feel the aftershocks of my orgasm and slick rushing down my legs.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” Max says as he explodes straight into my womb. He pistons into me in one last thrust. “Feels so fucking good.”
Oh god. His cock pulsating and releasing all his hot semen is right where I need it to be. My eyes roll back as his cock begins to knot at the base, stretching me fully just the way I like it.
“You like that, honey?” asks Damon as he continues to pound into my ass while gripping my ass cheek with one hand.
“Yes, I do,” I gasp, feeling helpless, with Damon pounding into my ass while I’m pinned to Max’s cock. Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation of him shoving into my tiny hole wet with slick, and I suddenly clench again from arousal.
“I can feel how horny you are,” Max whispers, caressing my clit while I clench around both of them. He’s rubbing my clit harder.
“I already came, though,” I whine to Max as Damon continues to take my ass.
“Again,” he says softly, and I moan as a second orgasm rips through me. This orgasm time is more powerful than the last, and Damon also reaches his climax at the same time.
“You’re ass…so good,” he says, panting as he kisses my shoulders and my back rapidly while his cock begins to swell inside of me.
“Such a good little omega. We’ll never hurt you,” says Max as we all try to catch our breaths.
“Mhm,” I moan as I feel Damon’s knot straining against my asshole. “I know that, but I still can’t trust you all yet. We hardly know each other.”
“Don’t say that,” murmurs Damon as he yawns sleepily like a lion after taking his mate. “You can trust us.”
Just because someone tells me to trust them doesn’t mean I should. I stay quiet since I know they’re sleepy now, and if I want to go through with my plan to leave them, it’s better not to protest.
I wake up slowly the next morning, finding Max asleep beside me, but Damon is nowhere to be seen.
A dull throb in my ankle makes me hiss in pain as I sit up, prodding it gently to see exactly where it hurts. My ankle felt fine yesterday morning, but I wonder if the unusual angle of Damon’s and Max’s lovemaking last night somehow made it worse.
Gunnar peeks around the door and smiles when he sees I’m awake.
“Good morning, baby,” he says quietly, not to wake Max. “How was your sleep after all the screaming I heard last night?”
My face reddens as I hide behind a pillow. “I slept well. Did you get any sleep?”
“I did for a little bit,” he replies, leaning down to kiss me.
Instinctively, I pull back, not wanting him to kiss me. I notice the confusion on Gunnar’s face and immediately feel bad.
“You can’t kiss me with morning breath,” I joke softly, shuffling off the bed. “Only after I’ve showered.”
I’m still too scared to be kissed by anyone in the pack. Kissing is serious, and if I’m not careful, it could lead to marking, which I cannot afford to do.
“Hmm,” Gunnar growls, looking at me. But then, realization crosses his face when he remembers my past. “I understand, Lena. How about I make some breakfast while you get ready?”
“Sounds good,” I chirp, and he smiles at me kindly before leaving the room. I suddenly feel more relaxed knowing he understands, and I don’t need to explain.
Once in the bathroom, I turn on the shower and quickly brush my teeth while I wait for the water to heat.
I’ve just stepped into the shower when Max appears at the door, completely nude.
“Mind if I join you?” he asks with a sly smile.
“I don’t mind,” I reply, and he steps in behind me, breathing into my neck as he presses himself against me.
“I brought you something,” he says, one arm behind his back. I raise an eyebrow in interest, wondering what Max could possibly have for me.
“Ooh, what is it?” I ask curiously.
He brings his hand around, opening his palm to reveal a small object resembling a plug. It’s made of stainless steel, with a pretty pink jewel at the base.
My eyes widen, not expecting this at all from him. Usually, Gunnar would play freaky games with me while Max plays it safe.
“Is it okay if I stretch you out a little?” he grunts in my ear, and my face heats with embarrassment at the thought.
“Um, s-sure,” I stutter.
He lets out a pleased chuckle. “First, I’ve got to get you ready.”
Max sets the plug down on the soap rack in the shower, then grabs a loofah and squirts some body wash onto it. He begins to wash me, soaping up my arms, legs, and back.
He spends a lot of time on my breasts, washing them around and around until my nipples are hard and aching.
“Does that feel good?” he chuckles, flicking the tight point of my nipple.
“Yes,” I respond breathily, my pussy clenching. I can feel myself getting wet, and Max must smell it, too.
“You’re ready. Go ahead and bend over for me, beautiful,” he orders. “And spread your ass cheeks for me.”
“Oh my god, are you serious, Max?”
“Yes, I’m waiting,” he says as I feel his cock poking eagerly against the middle of my back. Bending for him, I reach back to spread myself.
Max grabs the plug again and, with his other hand, begins to rub around my asshole and down to my pussy. The smooth metal feels so good against me as he slowly rubs around and around my anus.
“Oh, Max.”
“Yes, moan my name,” he groans softly with desire. “You’re going to look so pretty with my plug in your ass.”
I feel slick shoot out and coat my anus, ready for a good knotting. Just at that moment, he pushes the plug into me slowly, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s so different from having one of the alphas stretch me open with their fingers. The plug is heavy, and once the base is nestled snugly against me, Max lets go of my ass cheeks and pulls me upright.
“Oh!” I sigh in pleasure once the plug has settled inside me. “That feels so… weird.”
“In a good way or bad?”
“In a good way,” I confirm, wiggling my hips as my pussy clenches with arousal. All this did was make me extremely horny.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, squeezing my ass. “You’re going to be nice and ready tonight.”
“But is this necessary?” I ask shyly. The weight of the plug fills me with a different feeling, and I’m so turned on despite feeling self-conscious.
“Of course it is,” Max replies, picking up the loofah to rub around my pussy. “I want you to be excited for me tonight. Ready for three alphas. Every night, baby.”
“You’re making me very horny,” I say, clenching my thighs together, but he walks around until he’s in front of me, kneeling before my pussy.
“I know, baby, I can see it,” he murmurs, dropping the loofah and tracing my pubic hairs with his thumb. “I need to shave you and get you ready for the pack.”
My face reddens, and I look away as he grins wickedly while standing to reach for something outside the shower. He’s holding an electric shaver, and my face heats with embarrassment.
“No, Max,” I squeak. “I can shave myself.”
He squats down until his face is level with my pussy.
“You’re so hairy, sweetheart,” he says softly, running his fingers through my pubic hair. “All this hair is hiding such a pretty pussy from me.”
“You don’t like it?” I ask, feeling ashamed because I hadn’t had time with everything happening lately.
“I love it. I love everything about you, honey,” Max replies, kissing my pussy and prodding my legs open. “But I want to watch my knot sink into this tight cunt with nothing in the way.”
He looks up at me, kisses my clit in one long smooch, and then turns the shaver on, bringing it to my pussy. It’s strangely erotic, watching him shave me and trim my pubic hair. I love the look of concentration on his face as he shapes my hair into a neat landing strip.
I feel naughty and sensual, so aroused by him shaving my pussy.
He holds the inside of my right thigh apart from my other leg to shave me thoroughly, making my heart pound wildly in my chest. Each stroke of the shaver and its vibrations intensify my arousal, jostling my anal plug.
“Oh god,” I moan as he sets the shaver down and rinses my pussy, sliding a finger between my folds.
“You deserve a reward for being such a good girl,” Max says, pushing his finger inside me. I gasp and use a hand to steady myself against the shower wall as he thrusts deeper. “Yes, baby, come for me.”
“Oh!” I scream, gripping his shoulders to steady my shaking legs. He thrusts faster, fucking me with his finger and making sure to hit my G-spot. My belly clenches, slick spilling all over his hand as I cry out.
“Mhmm, you’re delicious,” he says, tasting his fingers while maintaining eye contact with me. “Tonight is going to be so much fun.”
