Alphas of Raven: The Forbidden TripletsUpdated at Sep 13, 2023, 01:01
Aria stood there watching as her boyfriend, chosen mate, and fiancé fucked another girl on their engagement day.
It was in that moment that her perfect life came crashing down. After a very painful and public breakup, Aria decided to start over at the prestigious University of Ravenwood, located at the Ravens Pack.
That is when she crossed paths with the mysterious Raven Triplets, the alphas of the Raven Pack, who are not just HOT as hell, but also TWICE her age, and her fated mates. Great right?
Only if life was that simple!!
The Raven Alphas were seen as an abomination within the werewolf society, being triplets. Not only were they extremely powerful and ruthless Alphas, but they were also equally dangerous. With each of them having their own share of secrets and hidden intentions.
One of them did not want a mate, another was married, and the third was simply too good to be true!!
What else could really go wrong?
Well! Throw in a string of murders and a jealous ex!
Will the young Aria find the love of her life in this game of lust, lies, betrayal, and forbidden desires, or will she again end up with a broken heart?
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"Maybe my problem is that I am not interested in you or in being seduced by you." He taunted me like it was a bad thing that I was seducing my mate.
"Seducing you? You can wish all you like," I bit back at him, "and this does nothing for me." I said as I eyed him from top to bottom, knowing very well that was a lie.
His eyes widened as he felt the blow to his frail ego, and in a flash of a second, he had me slammed against the door with both my hands pinned above my head.
The alpha aura rolled in the form of bashing waves. I was wrong to think that it was equivalent to that of my father’s or Sole’s, this was something entirely different. Something darker and stronger.
Who was he?
My heart hammered in my chest, mostly due to our proximity. He was even more handsome up close.
I gulped down the urge that was building in my chest and belly, controlling the swirling that had started in my stomach, tainting the air with the scent of my arousal.
"So, what was it that you were saying? I do nothing for you?"
His voice was barely a whisper, but as he spoke those words, I got another sight of his tongue piercing.
Oh, Goddess! Just thinking about what that piercing could do had me risking a moan, which I did my best to contain.
This was pure torture. Which he only intended to prologue as he pushed his knee between my thighs, opening them wide enough to give him access to my panties which were soaking wet.
He moved his knee further up until the rough bridge of his knee was grazing the soaking wetness, making me gulp another moan.
"Guess I do plenty for you, since you're all wet and turned on for me."
Those words accentuated all the rubbing and dry humping that his knee was doing against my wet panties, creating a rather welcome fiction between my legs.
The second I looked up into his eyes, I knew he was as dazed as I was by our arousals.
His eyes trailed my lips for a second longer, like he was going to kiss them senseless, his knee continuing the torment on my pussy, building my pleasure further and further.
The whole thing was hot as hell!
Getting knee fucked in the bathroom, by my stranger mate, whose name I didn’t even know.
Goddess, wasn’t this the ultimate bad boy fantasy?