Rejected, Claimed by Three Alphas

"Get out of my territory, Airylea! Don't you ever dare beg in front of my Pack House gate like a starving omega wolf!" The baritone voice thundered through the night, vibrating with the power of an Alpha Aura that pressed against the night air, cutting through the roar of the raging storm outside. Those words became the final dagger that shattered every remaining piece of pride inside Airylea Glacya Mona's chest. Her voluptuous body trembled violently on the rocky ground directly in front of the black iron gates of Pack Silver Moon's territory. The white linen nightdress she wore was torn at the shoulder, clinging tightly to her skin beneath the heavy rain. The soaked garment clearly outlined her full breasts and thick hips, characteristic of a plus-size she-wolf—now stained with forest mud and fresh blood that had begun to seep between her thighs. Zylan Rhiber, the Alpha of Pack Silver Moon, stood proudly beneath the protection of a thick cloak held over him by his guard, looking at her as though Airylea were nothing more than a useless piece of flesh contaminating his territory. Beside Zylan clung a slender female werewolf with a model-like figure, Ghea Catrinee. Wrapped in an expensive fur cloak, Ghea curled her lips into a cruel smile as she enjoyed the sight before her. Three years ago, Airylea's body had not been like this. She had been the "White Orchid" of the fated-mate world—a she-wolf with an elegant, proportionate, and captivating figure. It was her beauty, combined with her status as the only daughter of the late Alpha of Pack Glacya, who ruled a fertile territory rich in resources, that had made Zylan kneel and beg for her love in order to unite their territories and gain control of their Pack's supply routes. However, a year ago, the stress following the sudden deaths of both her parents in an unknown attack triggered a severe hormonal imbalance within Airylea's inner wolf. The side effects of werewolf herbal remedies caused her body to swell dramatically. Instead of standing by his mate, Zylan gradually became disgusted with taking Airylea to inter-Pack gatherings. To him, having an overweight Luna was a blow to his reputation as a dominant Alpha. When Pack Glacya was deliberately destroyed through political manipulation by the Council of Werewolf Elders and declared fallen a month ago, Zylan immediately turned to Ghea—the only daughter of an allied Alpha who was willing to provide warrior troops and new hunting grounds to his Pack. In Zylan's eyes, Airylea, now overweight and no longer possessing any territory of her own, had already lost her "value." "Zylan... please... my stomach hurts so much..." Airylea clutched her lower abdomen as violent cramps twisted inside her. It felt as though an invisible knife were stirring her womb. Her pregnancy had only reached eight weeks. She had discovered it that very morning and planned to surprise him tonight, on the day of Zylan's ascension ritual as the sole leader of the Pack. However, before she could say a word, Zylan had already dragged her outside after Ghea arrived carrying documents for a new territorial alliance along with a Mate Rejection letter. "Stop your disgusting act, Lea," Zylan sneered, throwing a sheet of tree bark bearing an Alpha blood seal at Airylea's face. It was instantly soaked by the rain. "I, Alpha Zylan Rhiber of Pack Silver Moon, officially reject you, Airylea Glacya Mona, as my mate and Luna. You are nothing more than a defective wolf who is useless to the future of my Pack." CRACK! Excruciating pain slammed into Airylea's chest as the mate bond between them was forcibly severed by the Alpha. Her inner wolf howled in agony, curling into itself as it lay dying within her soul. The automatic iron gates of the Pack House closed with a heavy boom. Airylea crawled across the cold forest ground. The pain in her abdomen surged sharply, followed by a warm liquid flowing more heavily, turning the puddles beneath her body a deep crimson red. Her child—the flesh and blood that had become her last hope—was lost on that cold road, alone, without ever being acknowledged by its father. Airylea's consciousness slowly faded, replaced by a dark poison of vengeance that burned through her soul. Amid the darkness that was about to swallow her whole, beams of light from mechanical horse-drawn carriages or tracking vehicles belonging to high-ranking clans pierced through the forest storm. Three armored black SUVs owned by the highest rulers sped along the forest trail and stopped directly in front of Airylea's dying body. Lucas Andreass Smithe, the Supreme Alpha who controlled the largest Pack network; Felix Chandra, the cold-blooded Alpha Lycan who headed law enforcement for the Council of Werewolf Elders; and Kennan Davidshon, the shadow Alpha who controlled public opinion and inter-Pack intelligence, were actually on their way to the Rhiber estate. These three powerful men were bound by a blood oath of a dark alliance. Tonight, they had come to seek revenge and destroy Zylan for his territorial betrayal and border sabotage. Yet the storm had brought them a different surprise right before their enemy's gate. The vehicle doors opened almost simultaneously. The three dominant Alphas stepped out, ignoring the storm rain soaking their premium cloaks. Their footsteps halted when their sharp eyes caught sight of a woman lying helplessly on the ground. Lucas knelt beside Airylea. Rather than feeling disturbed, his golden hawk-like eyes darkened as he studied the outline of her body. The rain caused the soaked white linen dress to cling tightly to her, tracing every generous curve of her plus-size figure. Her full breasts rose and fell against the storm, and her fertile hips released the scent of powerful female pheromones—fertile, sensual, and intoxicatingly strong—vastly different from the artificially thin women who constantly sought attention around their clans. The touch of Lucas's strong fingertips against Airylea's neck felt scorching. "She's still alive," Lucas said in a deep voice that trembled with the aura of dominance suddenly rising from his inner wolf. "This is Airylea, Zylan Rhiber's Luna. Or should I say his former Luna," Felix Chandra remarked in a low analytical tone, though his sharp eyes never left Airylea's bloodstained thighs. "Zylan discarded her tonight to celebrate a new alliance with the Catrinee family. What a fool. That male has no idea what the most fertile and valuable asset he has just thrown onto a forest road is." Kennan Davidshon knelt on the opposite side. His fingers gently brushed the wet hair sticking to Airylea's face aside, then trailed down her jaw before touching her slightly parted lips. A smile full of desire and intrigue appeared on Kennan's handsome face, briefly revealing his fangs. "A body so fertile, full, and incredibly sexy. Zylan considers a figure this beautiful a defect? His taste is truly cheap." Airylea forced her eyes open slightly, staring at the three men surrounding her with an overwhelming aura of possession. "Pl-please..." Airylea whispered, her voice nearly gone. Her mud-stained hand grasped the edge of Lucas's male cloak. "Destroy... Zylan..." Lucas did not release her hand. Rather than feeling disgusted by the blood and forest mud, he slid his powerful arms beneath Airylea's full body and lifted her effortlessly into his embrace. The substantial weight of Airylea's body brought a unique satisfaction to the dominant ego of the Supreme Alpha. "Felix, prepare the best healer and erase every trace of her existence from the Pack hospitals tonight," Lucas ordered coldly, his eyes fixed on Zylan's Pack House. "This woman is not merely our trump card for severing Zylan Rhiber's head. She... will belong to the three of us." Felix smiled faintly as he adjusted his slightly disordered cloak. "With pleasure. I will ensure that, under werewolf council law, this woman has 'died' from the public world, allowing us to rebuild her as a new Queen." Kennan opened the vehicle door, allowing Lucas to lay Airylea on the warm leather seat inside the cabin. Before the door closed, Kennan leaned close to Airylea's ear as her consciousness began slipping away and whispered, "Sleep well, little Queen. Your beautiful body and your vengeance are in the right hands now. The three of us will become your weapon." Wrapped within the embrace of power and the soothing pheromone scents of the three Alphas, Airylea finally allowed the darkness to consume her consciousness completely.