On The Alphas' Bed

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Amber Whyte.

That ugly moment marked my entry into the Thunderstorm Pack. It was the last time I laid my eyes on my father and grandmother.

Not like they cared. They were glad the cursed child they harbored was gone.

And just like that, I became Delilah's personal slave– her favourite punching bag, her toy for starvation, abuse, unending suffering, and punishment.

After every bruise, every slap, every torture, she didn't fail to remind me of my place in this Pack. In her words, “permanently beneath my feet for the rest of your pathetic life.”

Days dragged into weeks, each slower than the last. My spirit frayed. My soul was worn out. My body was plastered with exhaustion. Bone-deep exhaustion.

I didn't know how much of this torture I could take. I wake up every day hoping it will be my last.

Still, I was here. In the Thunderstorm Pack. Still within the reach of my twin sister and her mate, Alpha Elion.

My p***y clenched hard at the mention of his name. Elion.

Even in his absence, he made my c**t throb shamelessly.

My mouth watered as I pictured him towering above me like he does. Silent. Those icy blue eyes were watching, stalking, undressing me until there was nothing left. His head spiraled with thoughts I wish I could get a hint of. His hands balled in fists by his sides as his claws seeped through his flesh.

One time, I spotted a trail of blood on his lips and fist after he stared at me too much while I was not looking.

Other days, it was his scent, his shadow, his eyes that followed me while I was engrossed in my daily chores. Before I could turn back to look, his presence was gone, as if he had never been there.

But the smell of fresh pine remained with me. Confirming my doubts. He was always there gawking quietly– in the dark, in broad daylight, in the rain, in the shadows, across the private garden, from above; second-floor balcony, during breakfast, when I served dinner.

Those dark carnal eyes never left me.

That was when I realized.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Maybe he was fighting hard to keep his hands to himself after our last encounter.

Too bad…he was already mated to my sister and they just concluded the ceremony a few hours ago.

Delilah had been introduced to the Pack and Elders as the Luna of Thunderstorm Pack.

There was no f*****g way in hell I would be entangled with him.

My words may be firm, but my body betrayed me.

I want him. All of him to myself.

My soaked kitty was ready for him, to stretch until it accommodated his massive length.

My lips bled daily from being clenched too hard whenever we were close to each other.

My body was on fire and only his ginormous c**k could quench it.

He was the key to ending this insatiable hunger that clawed my p***y mercilessly.

But he was not mine. Not mine to touch. Not mine to f**k.

I would be a liar if I claimed I was fine with him being my sister's mate.

For the first time, I wanted what my sister owned. I envied what she adored.

I was exhausted. Not from Delilah's torment. From Elion.

My p***y grew angry each day it was deprived of his sugar-coated c**k.

My body plunged into madness without his touch.

I was in hell. But I was helpless.

He was my twin sister's mate. Elion.

He was off-limits.

He was the forbidden fruit I was taught not to eye.

He was my daily obsession.

The thought made me sick. Yet, I craved him like a drug.

Hissing tiredly as I adjusted the cleaning supplies in my hands, I stopped briefly before two staircases.

My eyes dropped in confusion.

One would lead me to the store where supplies are being kept, but I wasn't sure where the other would lead me.

Since I was pretty new, I had not mastered every nook and cranny in this gigantic Packhouse. Penelope, a friendly maid, was yet to take me on a tour and show me where to avoid and the restricted areas.

My eyes returned to the flight of stairs again as I tried to recall Penelope's instructions.

I couldn't.

Fuck!

I groaned, anger and fatigue seeping into my chest.

Delilah's introduction ceremony left me weak as jelly. For a week, she made sure I set out the necessary arrangements, including scrubbing and decorating the large banquet hall. The worst of all, prepping her ball gowns.

It was one of her humiliations to rub the happiness that I craved on my face.

Here I was exhausted to the bones, trying to navigate my way to avoid being lost.

I settled on the first staircase that took me to the second floor, struggling with the heavy supplies.

Blinking back the sleepiness that clouded my eyes, I forced them open to avoid falling and creating unnecessary noise, especially when it was midnight.

Ten steps into the second floor and something struck me.

A sound. Weird ones. Familiar ones.

Like the continuous slapping of bare flesh against flesh. Deafening. Angry.

Accompanied by a cry. Loud. Feminine.

It was a blend of pain, pleasure, and struggle.

Then panting. Hard and fast. Animalistic.

I should have turned back and taken to my heels. But driven by curiosity, I strode deeper until the sounds were deafening and haunting.

As if possessed, I dropped the supplies on the floor as quietly as I could, following the sound until it led me behind a door.

It was slightly ajar.

“Please, it hurts…don't stop…” Delilah's cries penetrated the silence of the night.

That was when I understood.

That was when I saw the moment I peeked closer and watched through the space.

Delilah was wet from sweat, from arousal, from tears. Spread on the massive bed, naked, like an offering. Her hands cuffed to the sides of the bed, giving her no room for comfort.

Elion was above her, naked in all his glory. His hands were glued to her narrow waist, keeping it firmly in place.

His hips rotated in a circular motion. With speed, agility, with the rhythm of their sharp breaths.

His muscles flexed with every thrust, every push into her womb.

I swallowed, leaning closer as my eyes sparked with desire. With lust. With want. My thighs pressed hard against each other as he plunged deeply into her raining hole.

My lustful eyes dropped.

That was when I saw. His ginormous c**k. It was the biggest. Wildest. Out of my imagination. More monstrous than Nathan's. Nothing came close. Not even the side of my forearm.

I caught myself drooling over the impossible length as they burrowed furiously into Delilah's stretched p***y, causing her to break into tears so hard, her thighs shivered with pain.

But he wasn't done.

And I wasn't done watching.

My body wiggled slowly and my core tightened with each thrust. His c**k was now shimmering with Delilah's fluid.

My teeth sank into my lips and my fingers slowly grazed over my p***y through the soft fabric.

I was dripping. Leaking over the spot I curled up in, wiggling with pleasure.

Fuck!

It should be me he was slamming into.

His massive c**k in my wet hole.

My hands bound in a cuff. My body beneath his.

Stifling a moan, I clasped my hand over my mouth, clenching my p***y hard as I began to rock myself slowly. Steadily.

Without warning, he turned.

I gasped. My breath was caught in my throat. Caught off-balance, I dropped to the floor noisily. My heart pounded against my ribs.

“Who's there?!”