Bought By My Alpha Mates

3: SEALED DEAL

TENNA.

They exchanged glances, something unspoken passing between them, then moved to the couch as one. Three alpha kings, the most powerful men in North America, obeying me without question.

The power rush was intoxicating.

I walked to the sound system, selected a song—something slow and sultry and dark. The opening notes filled the room, and I turned to face them.

"You wanted me?" I asked softly, letting my hips sway to the beat. "You've got me. For the next hour, I'm yours."

And then I started to dance.

I'd given hundreds of private dances before. I knew how to move, how to tease, how to make men desperate without ever actually touching them.

But this was different.

This was for them. My mates. The men I'd fantasized about for thirteen years.

And I was going to make them suffer the way they'd made me suffer every time I'd watched them with someone else.

I moved slowly, sensually, my hands sliding up my body, tracing the curves they couldn't stop staring at. My hips rolled in time with the music, and I watched their pupils dilate, their breathing get heavier.

"Tenna." Elliot's voice was strained. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," I interrupted, walking toward them. "I want you to see what you're getting. What you'll have to wait for."

I stopped in front of Torhana, so close our knees almost touched. His hands were fists on his thighs, his whole body rigid with control.

"Touch me and the dance stops," I warned.

His jaw clenched, but he nodded.

I turned, giving them my back, and slowly—so slowly—bent forward, my hands on my knees. I heard all three of them inhale sharply as my ass was displayed inches from Torhana's face.

"f**k," he breathed.

I straightened, looked over my shoulder, and smirked. Then I moved to Rowan.

He was watching me with open hunger, his amber eyes tracking every movement. I straddled his lap without touching him, hovering just above, and rolled my hips in a slow grind that made his head fall back against the couch.

"You're killing us," he groaned.

"Good," I whispered, leaning close enough that my breath ghosted across his lips. "Now you know how it felt."

His eyes snapped to mine, understanding and regret flashing through them.

I moved to Elliot last. The eldest. The leader. The one whose control I most wanted to shatter.

He was watching me like a starving man watches a feast—desperate and reverent and barely holding back.

I sank to my knees in front of him, my hands on his thighs, and looked up through my lashes.

"Tell me," I said softly. "Tell me what you want."

"You." His voice was wrecked. "Just you. Always you."

Something in my chest cracked at the honesty in his voice.

I stood, moved between all three of them, and danced. My hands roamed my own body, squeezing my breasts, sliding down my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties. Their eyes followed every movement, and I felt powerful. Desired. Wanted.

The bond pulsed between us, growing stronger, and I could feel their emotions bleeding through—need, hunger, possessiveness, and underneath it all, something that felt dangerously close to love.

The song built to a crescendo, and so did I, my movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. My skin was on fire, my core aching, my body screaming for their touch.

When the music finally faded, I was panting, my body trembling, standing between them in nothing but scraps of lace and heels.

"Tenna," Elliot said hoarsely. "Come here."

I shook my head, backing away even though it hurt. "The dance is over."

"The hell it is." Torhana stood, and suddenly all three of them were on their feet, towering over me. "You can't do that to us and just walk away."

"Watch me," I challenged, even though my legs were shaking.

"You feel it too," Rowan said, moving closer. "The bond. The need. You're suffering just as much as we are."

He wasn't wrong. I was a mess—wet and aching and desperate for them to touch me, to claim me, to make this bond real.

But I couldn't give in. Not yet. Not when my heart was still raw from years of unrequited love.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said, backing toward the door. "You know where to find me."

"Tenna—"

I grabbed the door handle, but before I could open it, Elliot was there, his hand flat against the wood, caging me in.

"One thing," he said quietly. "Before you go. Please."

I looked up at him, and the vulnerability in his eyes made my breath catch.

"What?"

"Let me scent you. So every wolf in this club knows you're claimed. So no one else touches you."

My heart was racing. Scenting was intimate, possessive. It was a declaration.

But maybe that's what I wanted. Maybe I wanted the world to know I belonged to them.

"Okay," I whispered.

Elliot leaned in, his nose brushing my neck, and I shivered as he inhaled deeply. Then his tongue swept across my pulse point, and I gasped, my knees buckling.

He caught me easily, steadying me, and then Rowan was there, scenting my other side. And Torhana behind me, his mouth on the back of my neck.

Three alpha kings, marking me as theirs.

When they finally pulled back, I was trembling, barely able to stand. Their scents covered me, a clear warning to any other wolf: claimed.

"Tomorrow," Elliot promised. "We'll come for you tomorrow."

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and slipped out the door before I did something stupid like beg them to finish what we'd started.

––•––

I made it to the dressing room before my legs gave out completely.

I collapsed on the bench, my whole body shaking, the bond screaming at me to go back.

Fifty thousand dollars. Five million more coming. Financial freedom. Security.

And three mates who looked at me like I was the center of their universe.

It was everything I'd ever wanted.

So why did I feel like I'd just signed my own death warrant?

My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

Sleep well, little mate. Dream of us. Because we'll be dreaming of you.

Below it was a photo—all three of them in the VIP room, looking thoroughly wrecked. Elliot's tie was gone. Rowan's shirt was half-unbuttoned. Torhana's eyes were pure wolf.

And below the photo, another message.

P.S. - Check your bank account.

I opened my banking app with shaking hands. The balance made me gasp.

Fifty thousand from tonight. Plus another fifty as a "bonus." Plus—

Five million dollars. Transferred an hour ago.

They'd paid me before I'd even agreed to the dance. Before I'd given them anything.

A final text came through.

The money is yours no matter what you decide. But please, Tenna. Choose us. Choose to be ours. We've waited our whole lives for you.

We'll wait as long as you need. But know that from this moment forward, you're under our protection. Anyone who threatens you answers to the Pentmoon kings.

Merry Christmas, mate. We'll see you tomorrow.

I stared at the phone, my heart in my throat.

Tomorrow. They were coming tomorrow.

And I had no idea if I was ready for what came next.

But as I sat there in the dressing room, covered in their scents, with more money in my account than I'd ever dreamed of, I realized something.

Ready or not, my life had just changed forever.

The Pentmoon brothers weren't just my childhood crushes anymore.

They were my fated mates.

And they were coming to claim me.

I just had to decide if I was brave enough to let them.

––•––

I didn't sleep that night.

How could I, when every time I closed my eyes, I saw them? Felt them? The bond hummed under my skin like a living thing, pulling me toward them even in sleep.

By the time the sun rose on Christmas morning, I'd made my decision.

I was going to see where this led. Not because of the money—though God knew that helped. Not even because of the bond, though fighting it felt like trying to swim against a riptide.

No.

I was doing this because thirteen-year-old me, the girl who'd cried over stolen ice cream, deserved to know if fairy tales could come true.

Even if they came true in the most unconventional, terrifying, potentially heartbreaking way possible.

My phone rang at exactly 8 AM.

I didn't recognize the number, but I knew who it was before I answered.

"Hello?"

"Tenna." Elliot's voice was rough, like he hadn't slept either. "We're outside your hotel. Can we come up?"

I looked around my tiny hotel room—clothes everywhere, makeup scattered on the bathroom counter, the bed I hadn't slept in.

"Give me ten minutes."

"Take your time, sweetheart. We've got forever."

He hung up, and I sat there holding the phone, my heart racing.

Forever.

These three alpha kings were promising me forever.

Now I just had to find the courage to believe them.