Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid

"Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?" Lucien's voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open.

"Yours," I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. "Alpha, please-"

Silas's fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. "Liar," he growled against my spine. "She sobbed on mine."

"Should we make her prove it?" Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. "Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she's earned our knots."

I was trembling, dripping, used-and all I could do was moan, "Yes, please. Use me again."

And they did. Like they always do. Like they can't help it. Like I belong to all three of them.

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Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack.

But everything was torn away.

Her father-the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up.

And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance.

Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite-a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold.

Lucien. Silas. Claude.

Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don't mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them.

Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end.

But something changed the moment they touched her.

Now they want her-marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave.

Three Alphas.

One wolfless girl.

No fate. Just obsession.

And the more they taste her,

The harder she is to let go.