Seven Mates

Escape.

She had retired from sucking Jeremy as she turned around to Griffith’s c**k. It tasted sour, more than salty, in her mouth.

She turned her ass, facing Jeremy as she dropped her ass onto his face, twerking on his face hard, and gradually, occasionally, humping on his face while she played with his tied red balls with her hands.

She felt his powerful hands on her stomach tightly, raising her up from Jeremy’s face, who wanted to bury him and fill up his c*m inside her anus. He pushed his c**k so hard inside her anus, making her groan in lust.

Jeremy, who was so into it, lifted his head a bit, using his elbows to support himself, as he began sucking her p***y.

Slowly and steady, she couldn’t take it in any longer as she released her fluids on his face, it dripped down his face, she quivered, pausing for a minute as she pulled a c**k from her anus, pulling back from sucking his c**k and also shifting away from Griffith.

She felt this cold sensation deep inside her as she rubbed her p***y so fast, making her squirt the more. He pressed her breasts as he watched her hit climax while rubbing her clit so fast.

Griffith, who was up and ready, shoved his d**k into her mouth, almost in her throat.

The more she licked, the more he ejaculated, and the more she kept on repeating the same thing of mixing his sperm with her saliva. He couldn’t take it for long as he released it inside her mouth repeatedly. She began rubbing his d**k in an upward and downward motion as she kept on sucking the cap of his c**k.

He had taken a break as he was about to drill her p***y with his c**k.

He had lifted her up as he placed her in a downward position. Spread her legs apart and began licking her asshole down to her p***y. His d**k was already hard, and yes, he was out of control. She jerks it a little, applies a lot of saliva on his c**k for easy penetration.

Now she was facing him, still kneeling, sweating, and her p***y was dripping some white liquid. Her scent got stronger, and it drove him completely wild as he stuffed his nose in her arms, sniffing her boobs and every part. He had turned her around as he drilled her from behind.

“Holy f**k!!” She exhaled as he kept on rubbing her right n****e.

He kept going much deeper in there. There was no time to joke around. He grabbed her waist so tight as he kept going deeper, and he glowed as he saw her moan and beg for more.

“Ohh! Take the s**t outta my f*****g cunt!” She moaned loudly.

He had used his other hand, which was still creamy, and had placed it in her mouth as she kept on licking his finger. He continued f*****g, taking in her vaginal liquid.

She gasped for breath.

He kept on pounding her as he wished. Soon enough she was vibrating hard already as she kept on breathing hard. He held on to her waist, not letting go, he kept on maintaining his stroking as it continued arousing her totally, giving her multiple orgasms.

~ Rudina’s Pov.

My eyes were quite heavy as I opened them to a bright light. I closed it again. Adjusting to the light, my body trembled. It exhausted me. Where am I? I got up from the bed and noticed I was in a well-furnished large room.

My knee burned as I winced immediately. I felt a sharp pain in my p***y. My asshole was on fire as I stood up and looked at the room I was in. My waist throbbed.

How did I get here in the first place?

I unconsciously went towards the bathroom to see what was going on even though this was my first time but I could tell, the door close to me was the bathroom with a toilet in it, because the scent of my alphas were all over the place.

I slept with them here. My body shivered.

I went inside it, calmed myself down, and looked in the mirror after taking a long, deep breath. The sight in the mirror horrified me. The bite marks on my neck, the hickeys, were all over my body.

What happened?

How could I have let this happen—while my eyes were wide open? I was a hybrid, for the gods’ sake.

Tears welled in my eyes as I stared at my reflection. I looked like someone’s unfinished sculpture. A canvas painted in bruises and blood.

Memories returned in crashing waves—the endless bleeding, the marks left on my skin, the way those Alphas used me like I was nothing more than flesh to conquer. I didn’t want to lose my hand. I didn’t want to die. So, I obeyed. I submitted. I became their puppet.

My skin blotched, patterned like a leopard’s coat—dark spots where teeth had sunk in, where they had taken power from me. Fury twisted in my gut. I couldn’t bear to look at myself.

With one sharp breath, I drove my fist into the mirror. Glass shattered. Blood poured. My hand healed fast—but I wished my heart would, too. What use was all this power if I couldn’t even defend myself? If I couldn’t burn their marks from my flesh? How dare they claim me? How dare they bond with me?

I never asked for this. I never wanted a mate.

Never.

This wasn’t who I was supposed to be. I want to be stronger than this. I let out a growl. Then silence.

The cold crept in, so I soaked myself in a warm bath, trying to scrub away the filth, the pain, the memory of my virginity being ripped away by monsters in disguise. My sobs echoed off the marble. How long had I been asleep? How long had I remained trapped in this place? Eventually, I got out. Wrapped myself in a towel and dried my skin.

I slipped out of the room, dressed in clothes that fit too perfectly, like someone had known my size. The fabric hugged my skin, and the perfume I’d sprayed lingered like a false shield.

A white singlet and a pair of blue jeans. Including black sandals. I packed up my dark red hair into a ponytail.

Escape was all I had. Run these monsters who claimed to be my mates.

“Seraphina.”

The voice echoed behind me. I froze. I turned slowly. No one was there. My breath caught as my eyes searched the room. I looked up. Sniffed the air. Checked the floor. Listened for steps. Stillness.

No scent. Sound.

No heat in the air.

Nothing.

Whose voice was that? Why couldn’t I sense anything? Why did the world suddenly feel like a memory?

For weeks now, I’ve heard whispers that don’t belong to any living soul. I’ve seen visions that flicker behind my eyes, scenes that don’t belong to me. Since I was a child, déjà vu clung to me like a shadow. But this… this is different. These aren’t fragments of a past I lived in. These are lives I’ve never known.

Are they mine? Or illusions? I can’t tell anymore.

They say dreams are for humans—an escape the mind creates to numb the soul. Wolves, they say, don’t dream. But I do. And every time I wake up, the line between dream and memory feels thinner.

I never took it seriously. But something feels wrong. I looked at the door. I must sever the bond.

I must find Mike.