Claimed By The Twin Alphas

LARA’S POV My p***y was soaked, throbbing hard between my thighs, dripping and running down like I had already come once. The dream started the way it always did, in a room I'd never seen before, two men positioned around me—one in front of me and the other lingered behind me. Their faces were hidden in shadow, but their presence was overwhelming. The one behind me moved first, his hands sliding up my arms slowly and deliberately. He leaned down, and his breath was hot against my neck. His lips traced a path from my shoulder to my ear, sending vibrations down my c**t. "Beautiful," he whispered. His voice was deep and made my whole body shiver. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel every hard plane of his body through our clothes. The man in front of me moved closer. This one was different, he was more demanding. His hands cupped my face and he kissed me passionately. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I moaned against his lips. "Ours," he growled between kisses. "You're ours." His hands were everywhere, sliding down my neck, over my breasts, and fondling my n*****s. In an instant my clothes were gone, I had no clue how it happened. The one behind lifted me easy, like I weighed nothing, thick fingers digging bruises into my thighs as he spread my ass wide open, my p***y lips split, red hot, wanting to be f****d, with cool air hitting my wet folds, making me shiver. The one in front dropped to his knees. My legs already split, he placed his face between them, nose pressing right into my c**t as his mouth ate my wet p***y. His tongue spread my p***y, flat and wide at first, lapping up my juices with long, hungry strokes, slurping loudly like he couldn't get enough. I cried out, hips jerking forward, but his hands clamped my ass, spreading my cheeks wider, holding me still as my legs shook. He sucked my c**t between his lips, teeth grazing gentle then harder, flicking his tongue fast in circles, up and down, until my eyes went back. My juices poured out, coating his chin, dripping down his neck, like I squirted. The one behind leaned in, his breath hot on my ear, whispering filth "I am going to make you squirt, and beg for our dicks." One hand mauled my t**s, pinching until I whined high and desperate. The other hand snaked down, joining the mess between my legs and fingers teasing my p***y, circling the slick rim, then plunging in two fingers at once—thick and curling to hit that spot inside. He finger-f****d me slowly while his brother kissed me, the wet sounds echoing from my p***y—slurp, squelch—my moans mixing in. Then he slammed in with no warning, just his d**k ramming deep into my p***y from behind, stretching me wide, the burn so intense I couldn't breathe. Thick and veiny, filling every inch, my p***y walls clenching tight around him as he pounded hard, balls slapping my ass with wet smacks, each thrust grinding deep, hitting that g-spot over and over. Juices squirted out, soaking us both, my cries turning to screams. The other one filled my mouth with his hard veiny d**k. I couldn’t breathe. They switched fast. The one behind pulled out with a wet d**k, spinning me. Now he was in front, lifting me high, his d**k nudging at my entrance, teasing my folds with his slick tip, pre-c*m mixing with mine. He yanked me down and hard, impaling me balls-deep, the stretch was ripping through me, p***y fluttering wild around his thickness. He held me there, buried, throbbing against my deepest walls, letting me feel every pulse, every vein. Then he moved with slow grinds at first, d**k dragging along my insides, pulling almost out then slamming back, making my t**s bounce, and my breath hitch. I moaned like a w***e. I wanted to be used and they made me feel like their c*m-dump. Gosh, I have never felt this way. My head falling back onto the other's shoulder, and the one behind now pressed close, his d**k grinding hot between my ass cheeks, hands on my hips, fingers bruising as he guided the rhythm—faster, harder. His mouth sucked on my shoulder, teeth sinking in, marking me red, his tongue lapping the bite while one hand reached around, rubbing my c**t in tight, rough circles, pinching until I trembled on the edge. So perfect," one groaned, didn't know who, voices blurring in the sweat-soaked haze. "You were made for us, that tight cunt taking our d***s like she was born for it." The pace went savage and the thrusts hammering, deep and brutal, his d**k swelling inside me, hitting every nerve. "Together," the front one commanded, his voice breaking. "I am going to c*m—f*****g soak me, clench that p***y hard." His hips snapped faster, my c**t grinding against his base.Waves built, c**t throbbing, unbearable, p***y clenching in spasms. I came hard, gushing hot c*m on him, body shaking violently, screams ripping out as I yanked free, murmuring "it's only a dream." But the heat lingered, p***y still pulsing, thighs drenched. I woke up gasping, the afternoon sun streaming through my bedroom window at Northwind Palace. I was soaked between my legs again, embarrassed even though I was alone and nobody could see what I'd been dreaming about. The same dream, always the same men I'd never met. It happened every single day. A wave of guilt hit me as I sat up on the bed. Why was I dreaming about strangers when I had everything I wanted? I was Luna of Northwind Pack, mated to Alpha Kael Dorian, the man I'd been crushing on since I was fourteen. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Lara Voss, and I'm an omega, the absolute lowest rank in any wolf pack. Not only that, but I don't have a wolf, never shifted once in my life, and I go completely deaf for the first five days of every month. The pack whispered about me my whole life. “Broken omega,” some said out loud. Others whispered that I should've been killed as a baby, that keeping me alive was an insult to the Moon Goddess. Even though my father, Selric, is Chief of the allied clans so nobody could touch me, they made sure I knew exactly what they thought. Then Kael chose me anyway. The Alpha of Northwind, powerful and gorgeous; he could've had anyone, any strong she-wolf with perfect wolf and perfect hearing. But he chose me—the broken omega girl nobody wanted. He said he didn't care that I couldn't shift or that I sometimes went deaf. He said he loved me exactly as I was. So why couldn't I stop dreaming about two random men who made my body react in ways Kael never did? I forced myself out of bed on shaky legs, pulled off my ruined underwear, cleaned up in the bathroom, and caught my reflection in the mirror. But today was different. I had news that would change everything—something that would make Kael happy and silence everyone who had whispered that the broken Luna couldn't give her Alpha an heir. I was pregnant, eight weeks along. The pack doctor confirmed it yesterday, told me to rest, which is why I'd taken an afternoon nap. Tonight I was telling Kael. Everything would be perfect. He'd been so patient with me. This baby would prove I was worthy of being his Luna. The pack would respect me and stop the whispers about him taking a stronger mate. I picked out a soft blue dress because Kael loved me in blue, brushed my hair until it shone. "Tonight your daddy is going to be so happy," I whispered to my belly. "He's probably going to cry and tell me I'm amazing." My deaf week starts tomorrow, so I'd lose my hearing for five days, but tonight I could still hear everything. I practiced what I'd say a dozen times, then settled on something simple—because that's what he liked. A knock made me jump, my heart racing with nervous excitement. I called out, and Dante stepped into the room. Dante was my bodyguard, assigned by my father when I became Luna, but honestly, my only real friend in this palace. Tall and quiet with dark eyes that noticed everything. He had learned sign language years ago, just for my deaf days when nobody else bothered. "Luna," he said in that respectful voice. "The Alpha asked me to bring you to your private chambers for dinner." My stomach flipped with excitement. This was it. "Thank you, Dante. Is he in a good mood?" Something flickered across Dante's face. His jaw got tight. "He's been in council meetings all afternoon with Alden Vey." Alden Vey, Kael's second in command. I'd never liked him. Something about him made my skin crawl, but Kael trusted him completely. "Perfect," I said, smoothing my dress. "I have something really important to tell him." Dante's expression did something complicated. He opened his mouth, then closed it—but not before I caught the flash of warning in his eyes. Something was wrong. Still, he nodded and held the door open. I should have listened to that instinct. I should have turned around right then.