I came to on my back, spread out over moss and stone.
My hands were pinned above my head, bound in thick leather. My legs—numb and shaking—were splayed open, my soaked skirts bunched around my waist like torn ribbons.
I wasn't alone.
They surrounded me. Wolves. Men. Kael's pack.
Eyes glowing in the dim light. Some shifted, some still in skin. None of them touched me. But they watched.
They're watching me burn.
And Kael stood above me.
Arms folded. Bare chest glistening with sweat. No shame in his nakedness. Only control.
"Your father will hate this," he said softly.
I shook my head. "Don't…"
He knelt between my legs.
"I haven't even touched you yet," he growled. "And you're dripping."
My cheeks burned hotter than my skin. I tried to close my thighs—he gripped my knees and shoved them wider.
"You don't get to hide from me, little Omega."
His fingers dipped into the slick mess between my thighs. I gasped—his touch was rough, brutal, deliberate.
"You're mine now. Knot-bound or not, your body's already chosen me."
"No," I hissed, but it came out as a whimper.
Kael leaned forward and bit my inner thigh, sharp and possessive.
I yelped.
"Every part of you's screaming for it. Your heat wants to be filled. Bred. Stretched open until my knot locks inside you and you scream my name."
"Please," I begged.
"For what?" He smirked, unbuckling his belt. "For me to stop?"
I turned my face to the side, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood.
He pulled himself free.
My breath caught.
Gods… he's massive.
Veins thick. Already hard. The tip dripped with pre-release, and the base of him already beginning to swell—the knot forming.
He ran the head along my slick entrance, teasing.
"Your scent has the whole pack feral," he whispered. "But they won't touch you. You're mine."
Then he looked over his shoulder, at his pack, and smiled.
"She's going to take me now. In front of all of you."
"No," I said.
"Yes."
And then he slammed into me.
I screamed.
Not from pain—though it stung. But from the sheer invasion, the stretch, the filling. My body arched violently as Kael bottomed out with a deep growl.
My heat exploded.
My brain short-circuited.
Everything pulsed around him, slick and needy, desperate.
He began to move—sharp, punishing thrusts that had me gasping. Every sound echoed through the woods, and I heard whispers, gasps, growls from the wolves watching.
Kael didn't care. He wanted them to see.
"You feel that?" he snarled. "That's what a real Alpha feels like. Not your father's pampered, caged heirs. Me."
He slammed again.
Again.
Flesh slapped flesh. My cries were ragged, my eyes rolled back.
And then—
His knot began to swell.
Too thick. Too sudden.
I shook my head, terrified. "It won't… fit…"
Kael wrapped a hand around my throat—not tight enough to choke, just enough to claim.
"It will," he promised darkly. "You'll take it."
He forced his hips down, stretching me painfully around the knot. My body resisted—and then gave in.
With a wet, obscene pop, the knot locked into place.
I screamed. Loud. Wild. Mindless.
My body convulsed around him. My heat peaked. And Kael groaned deep in his chest like a beast finally fed.
"Good girl," he growled into my neck. "That's it. Let them hear you. Let your pack know who owns you now."
I sobbed against his shoulder.
And then I felt it.
Warm release.
Spilling. Filling. Flooding.
My womb clenched helplessly, trying to milk him dry.
Kael didn't stop moving, even knotted—he ground into me, dragging more friction, pushing more pleasure, forcing wave after wave of aftershocks.
I couldn't stop moaning.
Couldn't stop trembling.
Couldn't stop needing more.
Finally, he collapsed over me, knot still buried deep, his mouth by my ear.
"I'm going to breed you, Seren," he whispered. "Again and again. Until every part of you smells like me."
I couldn't speak.
I could only lie there—used, filled, claimed, and dripping with my father's enemy.