Chapter 416 – Owned by the Alphas Novel Free by Jen Cooper

Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel

When we came to it, my breath left my chest. I put my hand to it, no words able to break through.

There was a big mansion of wood and glass, candles and flowers with vines decorating the outside. The home was huge–the biggest tree house I had ever seen –not that I had seen many.

“Welcome home, Sweet Siren,” Dorian whispered as the carriage came to a stop. It was beautiful–the side of the tree leaning over the river that flowed through the forest.

Dorian climbed from the carriage and held his hand out to me. I took it, and he helped me down.

I stood at the foot of the tree and looked up in awe. It was like a dream–something I would see in a fantasy rather than real life.

And it wasn’t a dungeon.

I could see rooms with entire glass walls that opened up in parts of the tree, and the stairs leading up had so many colors of flowers that I was lost to the beauty.

“Damn it,” Atticus muttered as he climbed from the carriage.

“If you didn’t expect the girl from the vampire dungeons to be awed by the beauty of our world, no matter what territory, then you’re already losing,” Zachariah smirked, his voice low as he strode forward and pulled a white flower from the grass.

He turned to me and tucked it between my head and ear, brushing my hair back. I blushed as he did, his affection and touches still foreign.

“Thank you,” I said, eyeing him, wondering when it was okay to have them again. The ceremony had been a sure thing, but to just expect to have them whenever I wanted? I wasn’t sure it worked like that.

The world outside the vampires was still so new to me that everything felt like a dream. It was easy for me to forget that it was all so normal for them.

Was picking little flowers and putting them in a girl’s hair normal for them too? I didn’t want to know the answer to that yet.

“Come, I’ll show you inside,” Dorian said, grabbing my hand and leading me up the wooden, moss-covered steps to the mansion in the trees. It was just as beautiful on the inside.

Twisted beams of branches moved through the rooms, small flowers on each of them. Lanterns lit up the space with warm glows that made it seem so welcoming.

The lobby had a spiral wooden staircase up to the other parts of the trees and shot straight up the middle. A glass ceiling looked up at the sky, and I sucked in a breath, staring up at it.

I could see myself here, staring at the stars like I used to.

Dorian led me up the stairs to a wooden landing. He pointed to archways to one side of the first staircase.

“Alphas. Pick either of those rooms.” He turned to me, “Sweet Siren, you’re with me,” he smiled.

Zachariah didn’t move out of the way so Dorian couldn’t take me wherever he intended. Atticus’s growl shook the tree we were in.

“She stays with all of us or none,” Atticus snarled.

Dorian shrugged, “She stays with me while we are here. She can stay with you when it is your turn in your own territories. Here, I am the Alpha. There are perks,” he grinned.

It sounded fair, but I didn’t want them fighting over me the entire time. I was also feeling greedy myself and wanted all of them touching me.

“I was hoping we could stay together?” I interrupted before things escalated, “I get nightmares courtesy of the vampires. I don’t know if my magic will retaliate. I think I need all of you there to make sure it doesn’t,” I admitted, blushing as I admitted a weakness.

I wished it wasn’t true, but it was. I was hoping the nightmares would leave now that I wasn’t there, but since I didn’t know, I had to tell them.

Dorian’s features softened, “Of course, Sweet Siren. If that’s what you need.” I nodded, “It is.”

Atticus huffed and nodded. Zachariah eyed me, his stare always making me think he saw more than he said. He always stared before he spoke, and if he wasn’t so hot with his searing green eyes, I might be intimidated.

Instead, it turned me on.

“This way then,” Dorian said, leading me up another spiral staircase. It led to the only room at the very top of the tree. It was huge.

There was a huge bed with four posts growing into the ceiling. And it was surrounded by glass walls that overlooked the river.

Bookshelves lined the other walls with a seating area. There was a bathroom with a tub, some kind of bowl that I assumed was what I had used a bucket for with the vampires. I looked at the tub longingly, and Zachariah saw–like he saw everything.

“We will get some refreshments. Bathe, Little Red, enjoy some moments alone and safe,” he said–words that melted me.

I looked to Dorian for confirmation since it was his room. He smiled and nodded, “I’ll get you some clothes. And if you want, the ceiling opens–just pull the chord to the side of the room,” he nodded to it.

I moved through the archway of the bathroom and pulled the chord. The ceiling opening made me grin. The sun was already setting, our trip to the forest territory having been a long one. But it made the timing perfect.

I let out a long sigh. Safe. I felt safe. For the first time in forever.

I looked over my shoulder to see the empty room. The alphas had left me to it, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

I hadn’t had a minute to myself, a minute to understand since I had escaped. I filled the tub, poured in some oils I found under the wooden vanity, then stripped and climbed in the bath.

I spent a long time in there, soaking, relaxing, coming to terms with the future I was faced with. It hit me that I was going to spend my life with one of the men who had claimed me–an alpha.

I wasn’t angry about it. Not when they had treated me with nothing but kindness since they had saved me. But it did make me wonder if they knew what they were signing on for?

I was a siren. I had a voice that vampires would always hunt me for. I had a past that would always haunt me.

Did they really want that? Or was it the power in my veins that connected us?

I had a month to figure it out.

I climbed from the bath and dried, then dressed in the dresses that had been left for me at some point. The dress was deep green, soft, and silky as it clung to my body. The sleeves and skirts flared out. The brown string belt at my waist pulled in my figure, and my long red hair curled down to my waist.

I felt beautiful for once.

I smiled and looked down at myself as the alphas came in.

“You are a dangerous creature, Fox,” Atticus smirked, circling me and licking his lips.

“That you are,” Zachariah mused. Dorian agreed with his narrowed eyes.

He placed a tray of food down on the table by the sitting area before coming over to me. “Hungry, Sweet Siren?”

I nodded, but there was something more pressing on my mind, and I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy the food until I had dealt with it.

“I am. But not for food,” I whispered, looking at them all with the same heat they had in their eyes.

And that was all it took to get the answer to my previous question. I could have them whenever I damn well wanted.

8. The Marking

I’d barely let myself believe I would be with a single man, but there I was, splayed on the most comfortable of beds between three of them.

And damn, those men were hung.

Well, I was using the term ‘men’ loosely anyway.

I had never been uncomfortable with my body; I hadn’t taken the time to worry about it.

It didn’t feel like mine half the time. Not with the vampires. They did what they wanted to it, and I just had to accept it.

Even if I fought, they bruised and scarred it.

But with the wolves? They worshiped me. They taught me things about my body that I didn’t even know.

Feelings that were foreign and untapped, but I wanted to explore them every second of every day.

My forehead was beaded with sweat, and my leg hooked over Dorian, who held me against him.

I had found he was the one who always wanted me close.

When we were connected, he wanted to be touching as much of me as he could.

My body lay along his, our chests together, his long, thick cock sliding in and out of me.

With my leg hooked over his hips, his thrusts jarred all of me.

But in a way that had it all responding to every stroke.

I gripped him tight, burying my face in his chest as I moaned and pleasure filled me.

Every nerve in my body was alive and humming to the feel of him against me.

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