Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
“Today we run in our wolf forms. Our gifted magic forms to honor that gift of the realm! Tonight, the most impressive runner will lead an honoring ceremony in the name of the realm!” she called, her voice loud and clear as it carried with the soft breeze of the wind over the grasslands.
The wolves got louder–especially the alphas.
And then the horn blows, and the reaction is instant. Dorian races ahead, Atticus next. Then Zachariah is on their tail, and I am clutching his fur.
The speed is insane. Something abnormal, something I would expect of a vampire. But the wolves were just as fast, elegant, and seamless through the wind like they were at one with it.
Zach’s pack was flawless as they moved, running with fierce, powerful strokes of their muscles. It was one hell of a rush.
Wind whipped across my face and flew my hair back behind me. Zachariah paced himself with Taylin beside us, his tongue flopping out the side of his mouth.
Dorian was ahead, Atticus nipping at his heels as the rest of the wolves ran behind us. It was an odd kind of race where everyone ran but wasn’t very competitive. It was just the joy in the run that kept them going.
The plains were long and vast, sprawling ahead of us.
I enjoyed every minute of it, even with the panic that was in my chest. I was high up, going so fast, and if I fell, it would hurt–a lot. But Zachariah kept us steady, running elegantly, with drive and purpose after the other two alphas while still keeping Taylin close.
We made a sharp turn at the end poles, following Atticus and Dorian.
Dorian was sprinting back to the finish line, Atticus growling, trying to catch up. Zachariah didn’t try, keeping us steady behind them. It was a much easier speed to get used to.
We crossed the finish line third with Taylin. Everyone who wasn’t racing cheered and clapped.
I climbed off Zachariah in the gathered crowd, and the alphas shifted back.
They were handed clothes, and Zachariah pulled me into him, kissing me roughly in front of everyone.
“Sorry for slowing you down,” I said.
Zachariah smirked. “I would rather have your thighs squeezing me over winning any day.”
I grinned at that, and he nodded to the other two alphas who were panting and grinning, being congratulated. Then they heard what Zachariah said and scowled. “I think they would too,” Zach chuckled. I laughed and nodded.
“I think so too,” I said back, making sure Atticus and Dorian heard me.
“Winning better come with the kind of prize that means your thighs are around my head anyway, Fox,” Atticus said, grinning as he came over to kiss me.
But Dorian snagged the back of his neck, pulled Atticus back, and stole me for a kiss instead.
I laughed and kissed him back. Dorian wrapped me in his arms, lifting me from the ground.
“I believe I was the winner,” Dorian whispered.
I grinned and kissed him again, loving the way it felt in his arms.
“You were. But I think I’m still going to want my thighs around all three of you later.”
Zachariah pulled me back down into him, kissing my cheek as the rest of the wolves came in, shifting back and putting on clothes.
They all moved in a massive celebration toward a bonfire that had been started. It was roaring with life, and people were already dancing around it, drinking, and eating from the feast that had been laid out over multiple tables.
It was so unstructured, so informal while still being a routine celebration–one that had such a good feeling about it.
The power inside hummed happily, and I celebrated with the pack. I felt like one of them. But not just this pack. I felt close to Dorian and Atticus too.
Connected in a way that was so deep, so profound that breaking it was going to break me. At least it seemed like it would.
The sun descended, leaving the celebration, but the moon came after it. And then the wolves sat around telling stories, singing, and dancing like nothing was wrong in the realm. To them, I don’t think it was.
To me, the singing usually reminded me of Silas, but tonight, I was okay. I felt content and happy. Even safe.
Something about the way the pack was worshiping the realm in such a way that it left me with only awe. Zachariah danced with me, and Atticus too.
But Dorian–he was in the worship circle. A circle of women all dancing around him. They were painting tribal runes all over him. The idea of them touching him, seeing it happen, was the only dampener on the spirit of the night.
Except Dorian only had eyes for me–literally. Any jealousy that tried to break through was instantly washed away because Dorian only looked at me.
Me with the other two alphas, and I knew–felt in him as sure as I was that it was in him. He wanted to be here dancing with me too. But he was trying to be respectful to Zach’s traditions.
I kept watching Dorian, grinding my body between Atticus and Zachariah, music playing around us like it was nothing. To me and Atticus, it was–but here, everything was free.
So I let go in it. The music around us, the warmth of the fire and bodies–it was exhilarating.
Atticus was in a bliss too, his presence softened–calming instead of intimidating. Even Dorian, surrounded by other women and in the middle of being celebrated as the realm’s honored.
He only let them touch him long enough to paint, and then he glared. But even that glare wasn’t as sharp as it normally was.
And his eyes still stayed on me–between glares, of course.
Zachariah wasn’t as intense as when we had first met either. He kept kissing me, his lips on my skin wherever and whenever they could be.
And the way the chords and melodies brought us together had my heart racing and my skin tingling.
A pressure was low in my stomach–between my thighs–for the whole night.
I danced, feelings of the vibrations of the music so clear in my bones. I hung my head back, leaning it on Atticus’ pec, looking up at the sky.
Zachariah pressed his lips against my throat, and the feeling between us made my body shiver.
And then Dorian was there too. He pressed against us, enclosing me in a triangle between them. I felt so secure and safe.
My eyes caught the glint of the three-quarter moon, and my stomach sunk. I couldn’t believe I only had about a week left. I didn’t want to go, and I didn’t want to choose.
Every good feeling from the night washed away because staring at the moon only came with a tremble that had nothing to do with the Alphas’ skin on me and everything to do with the looming decision hanging like a battle axe over my head.
29. The Thought
I thought the bonfire and the painting of Dorian had been the end to the ritual and the honoring of the realm. I was wrong.
Waking up the next day, the celebrations still going, I sat up in the furs and looked at Zachariah. “They still celebrate?” I asked. He groaned and rolled over, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“They will celebrate until after the ritual tonight.”
“I thought that was last night?”
He shook his head, burying it into my side, his eyes still closed. Atticus was curled up at my legs, Dorian on the other side of me. Both of them were asleep.
“The ritual is a show of unity. We shift sometimes; other times we put on a show, give the pack something to focus on, something fun,” Zachariah mumbled into me.
“Guess I should have a bit of fun before I have to make the hardest decision of my life,” I whispered, not sure if he was even still listening.
Zachariah held me tighter. Even Dorian and Atticus tightened their touch on me.
“I don’t know how I am meant to decide,” I admitted softly, laying between them.
They were all so different and reached me in different ways. Dorian gave me the safety, the seductive, slow passion that was filled with understanding and care. Atticus related to me in ways I never dreamed of and made me feel protected. While Zach offered freedoms I never thought I would have and kept me feeling alive–like every moment was to be treasured. Like I was to be.
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling where it went from hut tapestry to locked wood. I found no answers in the grain, but I did have three alphas who started easing the tension in my muscles. They massaged them–my legs, arms, head.
Dorian, Atticus, and Zachariah all started slowly kneading out all the anxiety.
I sighed as they did, my body humming with magic that connected us together. It was always so intense when they all touched me at the same time.
It was surreal to think the realm had chosen me to hold that kind of magic inside me–to hold the connection–but they had. And it felt so fucking good when my alphas nurtured it.
I moaned at Zachariah’s touch on my shoulders like a silken caress. Dorian’s fingers along my thigh were molten hot, sliding close enough to my center to make me gasp. Atticus, with his lips pressed along my hip, along my stomach–with every press making my back arch.
It was overwhelming. Delicious and overwhelming.
Another sigh escaped, this one more melodic than the last. I felt it–the power of that tiny noise. It resonated through my body, through all of us.
My alphas groaned, and that sound added to everything that went through me. I let out my voice a little bit more with the moan that Dorian pushed out of me, his fingers brushing my swollen pussy.
My voice carried, filling the tent.
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