One Rejected Luna, Three Ruthless Alphas.

Three Mouths, One Claim.

Selene barely had time to catch her breath before the three Alphas closed in.

The heavy door stayed locked. The fire cast long shadows across the oversized bed. Outside, Thorne’s howls faded into the distance as Nightfall wolves drove him back, but inside this chamber the real battle had already begun—and she was the prize every one of them intended to win.

Kael reached her first. His frost-pale eyes never left hers as he cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing the corners of her mouth.

“You walked in here of your own free will,” he said, voice low and controlled. “That means every mark we leave, every sound you make, every time you come apart—belongs to us.”

Ronan moved behind her. Large hands settled on her waist, then slid upward, peeling the damp fabric of her ruined dress from her skin. The material whispered to the floor. Cool air kissed her bare breasts, her stomach, the soft curve of her hips. She shivered, but not from cold.

Darius watched from the side, golden eyes glowing, a slow smile curving his mouth. “Look at her. Already trembling and we haven’t even started.”

Selene’s pulse thundered. She had never been touched by more than one male at a time. Thorne had been careful, almost distant in bed. These three radiated heat and hunger and the absolute certainty that they would take everything she offered and give her more in return.

Kael’s mouth claimed hers. The kiss was deep, commanding, tasting of winter and dominance. At the same moment Ronan’s lips found the rejection mark on her shoulder. He licked over the burning scar, then bit down gently, just enough to make her gasp into Kael’s mouth. The dual sensation short-circuited every thought.

Darius stepped in and lowered his head to her breast. His tongue circled one tight n****e, then drew it into his mouth with a slow, wet pull. Selene’s knees buckled. Ronan’s arm locked around her waist, holding her upright while Kael continued to kiss her like he was learning the shape of her soul.

Three mouths. Three different rhythms.

Kael demanding.

Ronan possessive.

Darius teasing.

Her body lit up under the attention. Heat pooled low in her belly. Her wolf, silent for so long, finally stirred and rolled over in pure, shameless want.

They moved her to the bed without breaking contact. Soft furs met her bare back. Kael stretched out on her right, Ronan on her left, Darius settling between her thighs like he had every right to be there.

“Open for us,” Darius murmured against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

She did.

His tongue found her already slick folds and dragged upward in one long, deliberate stroke. Selene arched hard. A broken sound left her throat. Ronan captured it with his mouth while Kael’s fingers rolled her other n****e, pinching just enough to send sparks down her spine.

They did not take turns.

They competed.

Every time Darius’s tongue circled her c**t, Ronan’s hand slid lower to stroke where Darius’s mouth wasn’t. Every time Kael kissed her deeper, Darius sucked harder, as if trying to pull stronger reactions from her than the other two could. The rivalry was electric. She felt it in the way their hands tightened, in the low growls that vibrated against her skin, in the way each of them watched the others’ effect on her with sharp, hungry eyes.

Selene’s hips lifted helplessly. Pleasure built fast, almost violently. She had never felt so completely the center of anyone’s world, let alone three. Their attention was absolute. Every sigh, every tremor, every desperate roll of her body was catalogued and answered with more.

Darius slid two fingers inside her while his tongue kept working. The stretch was perfect. He curled them upward and found the spot that made her vision blur. At the same moment Kael bit the side of her neck—not hard enough to mark, just enough to claim—and Ronan whispered against her ear, “That’s it. Let us feel how much you need this.”

She shattered.

The orgasm crashed through her so hard her back bowed off the bed. Her cry was muffled by Kael’s mouth. Waves of pure, liquid heat rolled from her core outward until her fingers and toes tingled. Darius kept licking her through it, slower now, gentler, drawing every last tremor out of her until she was panting and trembling between them.

They did not stop.

Ronan moved first. He rolled onto his back and pulled her over him so she straddled his hips. The thick length of him pressed against her still-sensitive folds. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her down slowly, inch by inch, until she was fully seated and stretched around him. The fullness dragged another moan from her throat.

Kael knelt beside them, fist wrapped around his own c**k, stroking in time with the slow rise and fall of her body on Ronan. Darius moved behind her, chest to her back, one hand sliding around to rub her c**t in tight circles while she rode.

“Look at you,” Darius murmured against her neck. “Taking him so well. Already dripping for the next one.”

Selene’s head fell back against Darius’s shoulder. She felt powerful. Desired. Worshipped. Every roll of her hips made Ronan’s jaw tighten. Every time she clenched around him, Kael’s breathing grew harsher. They were all focused on her—on the sounds she made, the way her body moved, the way she could take one of them and still reach for the others.

Ronan’s control snapped first. He thrust up hard, once, twice, and came with a guttural groan, flooding her with heat. The sensation triggered another smaller climax that left her shaking.

Before she could catch her breath, Kael lifted her off Ronan and settled her onto his own lap facing him. He slid inside her in one smooth thrust, still slick from Ronan. The new angle, the different thickness, the colder intensity in his eyes—everything felt new again.

Darius stayed behind her, hands roaming, mouth on her shoulder, fingers occasionally dipping down to where she and Kael were joined, gathering wetness and spreading it over her c**t.

They moved together.

Kael thrusting up.

Darius grinding against her back.

Ronan watching from the side, already hardening again, eyes dark with the promise that he was nowhere near finished.

Selene lost track of time. Of everything except the three bodies surrounding her, the competing touches, the way each of them tried to pull stronger reactions from her than the last. She came again on Kael’s c**k, crying out his name. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and marking her from the inside with a low, possessive snarl.

When he finally eased her down, Darius was waiting.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees, dragged her hips back, and buried himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Selene’s arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows, cheek against the soft furs, while Darius took her with long, deep thrusts that made the entire bed shift.

Kael and Ronan stretched out on either side of her. One kissed her open mouth. The other reached beneath her to stroke her c**t in time with Darius’s rhythm. Three pairs of hands. Three different kinds of heat. One unbroken stream of attention centered entirely on her pleasure.

She came a fourth time with Darius’s name on her lips. He followed, hips stuttering, a rough curse leaving his throat as he emptied into her.

They collapsed around her in a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. Selene lay in the middle, thoroughly claimed, thoroughly satisfied, and more alive than she had felt in years.

Ronan’s voice was rough against her hair. “Still think one Alpha was enough for you?”

Selene’s lips curved into a small, dazed smile.

“No,” she whispered. “Not even close.”

Kael’s cold fingers traced the old rejection mark that no longer burned quite so fiercely.

“Good. Because we’re only getting started.”

Outside, the night wind carried the distant sound of war drums.

Inside, three ruthless Alphas began planning how to make their new Luna come apart all over again before sunrise.

Selene lay tangled between them, skin still flushed, body heavy with satisfaction. Ronan’s heartbeat thudded steadily under her cheek. Kael’s fingers never stopped tracing the length of her spine. Darius’s leg stayed locked over hers, keeping her exactly where they wanted her.

She had never felt so wanted.

Every brush of their hands, every low murmur, every lingering kiss on her shoulders and breasts reminded her that three powerful Alphas were still competing for her reactions even after they had all taken her. Ronan nuzzled her hair and whispered how perfectly she had taken him. Kael kissed the fading rejection mark and promised it would soon be covered by their own. Darius slid a hand between her thighs again, slow and deliberate, just to feel how wet she still was for them, and smiled when she shivered.

They did not rush the next round.

They played.

Kael drew her into his lap first, guiding her down onto him while Ronan and Darius watched with open hunger. He moved her slowly, deeply, eyes locked on her face so he could catch every soft gasp. The moment her breath hitched, Ronan leaned in and claimed her mouth. Darius reached around to stroke her c**t in perfect rhythm with Kael’s thrusts. She came apart between them again, trembling, crying out against Ronan’s lips while Kael held her through it.

Before she could recover, Darius pulled her onto her hands and knees. He entered her from behind in one smooth stroke while Kael and Ronan stretched out on either side, kissing her, touching her, whispering how beautiful she looked taking them one after another. The competition never truly stopped. Each of them tried to pull louder sounds from her than the last. Each of them wanted to be the reason her legs shook.

When Darius finished, Ronan took her again, slower this time, almost reverent, as if proving he could be both fierce and gentle. Kael and Darius never stopped touching her—hands in her hair, mouths on her breasts, fingers stroking every sensitive place until she came one final time with a broken moan that left her boneless.

They cleaned her carefully afterward, taking turns with warm cloths and soft kisses. The aftercare felt just as intense as the claiming. Three pairs of hands. Three pairs of eyes. All focused on making sure she felt cherished, protected, and thoroughly theirs.

Outside the thick stone walls, a single howl rose—closer than before, filled with raw fury.

Thorne had not given up.

Kael’s expression turned cold. Ronan’s muscles tensed. Darius’s smile sharpened into something lethal.

Selene, still nestled between them, felt the shift in the air and understood.

The night of pleasure was ending.

The war for her had only just begun.