WARNING: Forced sexual acts, animal aggression, raw beast behavior. Some elements could be triggering. Please read with caution. **************** She was rescued by our pack, the Asara. But with her delicious female scent, my brothers and I soon caught a whiff of her. We liked it and were quick to investigate. It didn't take us long to figure out what she was hiding under that oversized cloak. And we each wanted a part of it. She thought she could run from us? The best in enemy combat, the tracker and best sniffer in the pack, and the fastest one of us. Second to only our Alpha. The Mating Moon is on the rise and my brothers and I don't mind sharing. As long as we each get a taste of that sweet scent. And to partake of that delicious body She might resist but we're strong, and she is one of only seven breedable females...she won't be going anywhere until we've had our fill of her. And under a Mating Moon, us males get insatiable. Go ahead. Run little Vanna Rae, it's more fun that way...
All three Hayden brothers were now crawling on all fours onto the bank, nearly simultaneously. Coming at me from three different angles.
Having caught a whiff of something they found tantalizing, they were now charging me.
These three were always bullies, but right now, they looked positively feral.
I slid backward, retreating as I looked at each of them fearfully. What's going on? What did I do?
"That her?" Racer asked. Putting a foot on my chest to guide me to the ground so I couldn't keep moving backward. He sniffed pointedly. His eyes levelling on me.
Hunter dropped to his knees and lifted the hem of my cloak, purposely catching my skirt in his fists as well. He tossed them over his head like a shelter and inhaled deeply.
I yelped and eyed them in panic.
Hunter emerged from beneath my skirts and I stared at him in shock.
"Yep. It's her. She's not wearing undergarments." He said it so matter-of-factly, though I'd no idea what they were talking about.
I didn't have any undergarments. The only clothes I had were those the others had given me.
"You smelled me?" I lifted my brows, stunned.
"We could scent your arousal from the creek." Vanquish nodded over his shoulder, his voice husky.
"And it's not even the Mating Moon yet." Hunter looked at the other two. Still holding my skirt and cloak at chest level.
Making me uncomfortable that the other two could get a look at me if they leaned over.
Racer licked his lips. "She smells sooo good."
"Vanquish?" Hunter said in a low voice.
"Yes?"
"There's something else. You should probably come have a look at this."
What? What are they looking at? Was I malformed? I was too confused to retreat as I should've.
"What the Hell is that?" Vanquish roared, swatting my skirt off his head and gesturing to my middle.
What's he talking about?
"What?" I asked in confusion.
"What the hell do you have wrapped around your waist?"
Oh, no!
She'd escaped me once. She'd not do it again. I am the brother of the Alpha of the Asara Pack. I did everything she asked of me. She was a princess on a throne. I was her Captain of the Guard. Her secret assassin killing anyone who'd threaten her. She seduced me and then bid me do whatever she commanded. But before that, I had declared my intent to claim her as my mate. And she had fled. Like the coward she is. Now she claims to rule this kingdom. However, her people are starving and her fiancé is to blame. But will she hear a word of it? Of course not! Well, I've found a way to make her listen. It's high time she learn a she-wolf's place in this realm. She needs a real king, and it won't be that sniveling lord that has designs on her. It's going to be me. She'll learn I'm no longer hers to command. She is mine.
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