Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
He lifted the silk, revealing my damp lace panties. He gave a growl of approval before leaning in.
I gasped as his warm breath teased me, his lips brushing along my thigh before pressing them against the hot skin on the inner of it. I almost moaned at the feeling.
I clutched the pillar of the wall I leaned against. His fingertips brushed along my outer thigh as he kissed the inner again, his fangs scraping lightly. He tapped the spot he had kissed, then looked up at me.
“If I bite you here, your husband might not appreciate it when he chooses you tomorrow, but it will feel like I just sucked your clit.”
He grinned, and my eyes fluttered closed. I didn’t care about my ceremony tomorrow, it was tomorrow’s problem. I wanted less pain tonight, so I nodded, meeting his eyes.
“Do it,” I breathed, and he grinned, kissing the flesh under my pussy with tender lips before he opened his mouth and latched on to the skin.
I cried out as his fangs pierced the skin, sinking into flesh. But holy fuck, I almost came. My knees shook to hold me up as blinding pleasure tore through me.
I moaned as his fingers teased me through my panties, the lace scratching my folds as his tongue caressed the skin of my thigh. I whimpered as my body demanded more, but he pulled away.
I looked down at him as he licked over the wound, sealing it enough to stop the bleeding, before kissing the red marks that were left, the ones that were going to scar.
I shuddered against him. I didn’t care, that was worth it. If my future husband cared then he could go fuck himself, I’d still choose the same fate.
Nikolai stood up, his eyes hooded with lust, and something twisted inside me. Like I could feel his body with mine, his lust was mine, his desire was mine. It was too much.
I stepped into him as he growled and gripped the back of my head, fisting my hair before yanking me to his mouth. He almost made it too when Derik roared.
“Nikolai!”
Nikolai froze as Braxton and Derik pulled him away. Nikolai fought them as I stepped toward him. It took both of them to stop his feral need that I felt in me.
Derik spun Kai to him as Braxton stood between me and him. I frowned as I felt fear flicker in me. Not mine. It was Brax’s and Derik’s.
“We’ve got to follow the rules, Kai.” Derik tried to break through to the alpha as Braxton’s eyes snapped to mine.
I stepped back as he came forward, his eyes wide. He sniffed all around me, lifting strands of my hair as I smacked his hand away. He stepped back, his eyes still wide as he turned to his brothers.
“We’ve got a problem, boys,” he warned, and I hated the way he looked at me. Like it was my fault.
Nikolai and Derik frowned, glancing between me and Brax. I held my arms around me again as the other girls huddled, tears sticky on their faces as they held their brands.
“What now?” Derik snapped.
“Her shadows are whispering to her,” he said, his eyes going back in his head.
“She’s channeling us,” he said as if it meant anything to me.
“I’m not doing anything.”
Braxton nodded. “Yes, you are, Spitfire, you just haven’t learned how to harness those shadows yet.”
“What shadows?”
“The winter shadows inside you. They’re part of you, and yours are fiercely loyal to you. Lucky for you.”
“How the hell is that lucky?” I snapped.
“Because if they weren’t, they would try to destroy all the good parts of you, and then we’d have to kill you before you destroyed us all.
“But that’s enough storytelling tonight, Spitfire. We have a ritual to complete before the sun comes up, and Nikolai is going to ruin ancient traditions and take you on the dinner table if we don’t hurry the fuck up. So, shall we eat?” he asked, as if he hadn’t just told me I was haunted in some weird fucked up way.
What were the shadows? What did that mean? Could they control me?
“Depends, do you have normal food?” I asked, and he chuckled, leading me past the other alphas and through the next door.
My jaw dropped at the next room I was led into. It wasn’t cold, or dark. It was warm and vibrant with a feast laid out for all the offerings, who were laughing and eating.
Fireplaces filled the room with warmth as soft music played in the background.
Like it was a true ceremony. One to celebrate.
I still wasn’t sure what part I was meant to be celebrating, but I was starving, so I ignored my reservations and let Nikolai stride into the room, grab my hand, and lead me to the seat next to his.
6. The Feast
The food. Holy fuck, the food. If I didn’t have a tingling bite from an alpha on my thigh that was still making my blood burn then I could’ve sworn I was in heaven.
I never cared about food, it was a means to an end, a by-product of survival instinct, but one meal from the wolves and I had changed my mind.
Flavor burst in my mouth. A succulent piece of pork with loud crackling and mouthwatering apple sauce coated my tongue, and it was better than anything I’d ever tasted.
I moaned as it slid down my throat, closing my eyes to savor the taste. When I opened them, Nikolai was smirking at me. I glared.
“Some of us don’t have the privileges of food with flavor,” I snapped, embarrassed at the way I had fawned over the food like it was the first meal I’d ever had.
In my eyes, it was. The village did what they could and we weren’t starving, but it was always dry and not worth getting excited about.
Soggy veggies from the garden, dry meat from the slaughter hut, and some grown herbs that tried to cover the taste of it.
We got by, but the wolves? They got the best of everything: our best chickens, our best pigs, our best cows, and all our best garden growth.
It was all to go to the city, while we kept the leftovers, the ones the wolves would punish us for passing on.
All the gross shit.
“Then enjoy.” He nodded toward the food.
I wanted to push the plate away then, give in to my pride and refuse to do what I was told, but I was enjoying the food too much.
I dug in, scooping some mashed potatoes onto my plate and shoveling them into my mouth. I was disgusting, but I didn’t care. If he was going to fuck me anyway, then what should I care?
I looked around the table. The girls were happy, eating as ferociously as me, drinking, laughing with each other. Had they forgotten what we were there for?
I hadn’t.
I peered up at Nikolai, who wasn’t eating. He was watching. Not just me, all the girls, especially the ones from his village.
He looked at Derik and Braxton, who sat next to him, along the three-wide head of the table. They were eyeing the offerings too, and it made me nervous.
I didn’t mean to channel them, but I wanted to know what they were thinking and why they weren’t eating.
I froze as my emotions blended into theirs. There was hunger there, but it wasn’t for food.
I looked down at my plate, clearing my throat, unmoving as their want became mine, their lust became mine. Behind that, though, was an urgency, a lingering taste of what I could only describe as anxiety.
I frowned at that. They were nervous too? That made no sense, and they definitely didn’t look it.
“Stop it, Spitfire. Or I’m going to have to put you in time-out.” Braxton grinned, a hint of annoyance in his brow as he shoved me out of whatever emotions tainted my body.
I shuddered and went back to my own feelings, a sickness spreading in my stomach. I pushed my plate away, swallowing hard, ignoring the frowns from Nikolai and Derik.
“I can’t help it.” I shrugged, but he just smiled.
“Learn.”
“Why? You won’t see me past tomorrow, why does it matter what I feel inside you tonight?” I bit, and he laughed at that.
“I suppose it doesn’t.” He shook his head and took a sip of his wine.
I took a sip of mine and had to admit, we made some great wine. Our village was known for it and supplied the werewolves. I snuck some all the time, and the comfort from home made me feel better instantly.
Derik looked down at his watch then, before sighing and looking at the other two.
“It’s time,” he said, and they nodded once.
Derik stood first, walking down the table. The girls carried on as if he wasn’t behind them like a silent stalker, waiting to pounce.
He found a girl from the Forest village, one of his offerings, and bent over her, his hand landing on her shoulder. She jumped and looked up, shrinking back a little before her smile fell and she nodded.
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