Seven Mates

Unchosen Fate: Mated To The Seven.

Olcan grinned. “Still got enough strength to scream? Maybe the pain isn’t enough. Or maybe… I’ll have some fun with her instead.”

“Knock her out. Lock her in with those poisonous snakes,” Caspian ordered coldly.

“Make sure she doesn’t come out. And put the parents in a different cell. Have the guards torture them until dawn.”

“No! No, don’t kill them—”

Before I could say more, a brutal blow struck my head. Darkness swallowed me. As I hit the cold floor, the last thing I saw was their backs walking away from me, unconcerned.

“What a waste of time,” someone muttered.

I heard heavy footsteps nearing.

“Seraphim.”

I heard a small voice whisper the name inside my head. Didn’t know who it was—or even if it was he or she. I had no answers. Just the name. Echoing in my mind for no reason.

Then, a sharp kick slammed into my side, sending me crashing into the wall. My back took the hit hard as I collapsed on the floor with a painful thud.

~ The Alphas’ POV ~

Clyde thrust violently into the junior staff beneath him, grunting with every move. They were on the cold floor beside the swimming pool, inside the mansion, in plain sight. He didn’t care. All he wanted was s*x. That’s all he ever craved.

“Ahh, so good...” the junior staff moaned breathlessly, wrapping trembling arms around Clyde’s neck.

He clung tighter than Clyde’s hard thrusts buried deeper inside him, legs locked around the Alpha’s waist.

“Spread your legs wider, i***t,” Clyde snapped, annoyed. “If you keep closing them like that, how the hell do you expect me to move properly?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” the staff gasped, quickly obeying. He opened up more, desperate to please.

Suddenly, the glass door swung open.

Caspian entered with a deep frown, hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked in on the scene.

“Still the same s*x-obsessed w***e,” he muttered, expression blank.

Clyde didn’t flinch. Still thrusting, he shot him a glare. “Ever heard of privacy?” he asked, sarcastic and bored.

The younger man beneath him curled in shame, trying to cover his face.

“Get your filthy hands off your face,” Clyde growled, stepping closer. He growled in irritation and pulled out abruptly. “Get out,” he said coldly.

The staff jumped up, shaking, gathering his clothes and covering his bare ass. He bowed awkwardly before fleeing the room, never daring to look back. Caspian laughed at the sight of his panicked ass.

Caspian was the second Alpha of THE SEVEN—more like Clyde’s right hand. He wasn’t very tall, but he had the face of a man girls fantasize about. Ember-red eyes, flawless white skin, and a wicked, seductive smirk that made his beauty dangerous. He looked like an angel dipped in fire. But there was nothing soft about him. He was sharp, cruel, and icy. He was an ice wolf, born with the power to control water and the sea—and demon blood in his veins. Slicked black hair and long silver earrings.

Clyde scoffed and dived into the swimming pool, the water washing over him. He surfaced, wiping his eyes slowly with his hands.

“You’ve officially ruined my day,” he said dryly, his voice thick with sarcasm.

“I came to visit my brother. Do you have a problem with that?!” Caspian replied with a smirk.

Clyde, the leader of THE SEVEN, had the presence that suffocated a room. A hybrid of vampire and wolf, with fire in his blood and a ruthless streak that didn’t flinch. He wasn’t interested in feelings. He was a power incarnate.

“Not my business. Don’t pretend you came just to see me,” Clyde said as he swam to the steps.

He rose from the pool, water cascading down his sculpted, pale body. A huge black tattoo ran down his ribs, his pointed nose and pink lips making him look like a fallen god. His deep blue eyes were like frozen lightning. He threw a robe over his wet frame, ruffled his white hair with a towel, and sighed.

“Huh, not your business?” Caspian mocked. “We’re talking about Cairo and you don’t care? Fuck.” He rubbed his face in frustration. “What did I do to deserve a brother like you?”

“Get to the point. I’ve got things to do.” Clyde dismissed him coldly.

“Fine,” Caspian groaned.

Yeah, you have things to do... but you were just screwing your staff a moment ago? He thought bitterly.

“I’ve summoned everyone. We all need to be at the ritual tonight before heading to the company.” He paused, stepping closer. “Also, Clyde,” he said sharply, “you’d better stop screwing the boys who work for you. Seriously. If you can’t keep it in your pants, at least go to a damn gay bar and get laid properly.”

He rolled his eyes.

“That’s why I only hire female staff around you. You’re reckless, and you’re always playing with fire.”

“You don’t tell me what to do.” Clyde’s tone dropped, cold and firm.

“Why not? I’m trying to protect you, dumbass,” Caspian shot back.

Clyde said nothing. He slipped into his robe, then his thick black slippers. Towel still on his head, he typed something on his iPhone, ignoring Caspian completely.

“I know you want to brush me off,” Caspian continued. “But if you’re not careful, someone’s going to leak your little escapades into the media. You think no one’s watching? That one of those boys won’t blackmail you one day?”

He scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Clyde. Control your urges... or someone else will use them against you.”

Still no response.

“Yeah, keep ignoring me. Just make sure you’re at the office in an hour. Everyone will be there and don’t forget to put on your bracelet and…”

Before he could finish, the door suddenly burst open again. A man, almost in his late twenties, strode in wearing a white suit and gave them both a sheepish smile. “What have you two been up to?” he asked.

“Does it matter to you?” Caspian frowned. “Don’t you know how to…”

“Walk in without interrupting,” the man finished with a grin. “You always say that, but then you do the same thing to Clyde,” he winked.

“Don’t give me that look.” Caspian raised an eyebrow at him.

“Where’s the girl who’s supposed to be here? Where did you guys lock her up, exactly?” Cario demanded.

Cario.

He was the fifth Alpha of the clan, barely similar in build to Caspian. His hair was dark blue, matching his piercing dark blue eyes. He had a pointed nose and lips as soft as peach. Tattoos covered his smooth white skin, and he wore several piercings—unlike Caspian, the sixth Alpha. Cario had a well-built frame, and his personality was lively, silly, and extremely loud. With Cario and his noisy ways, nobody dared to stop him.

“In the dark basement,” Caspian replied calmly. “She’s stubborn for her age.”

“That’s exactly why I want her dead as soon as possible,” Griffith entered, his mixed golden eyes sparkling like golden diamonds. He wore a brown suit and carried a serious expression. Griffith was the fourth Alpha of The Seven.

“Killing her would be a mistake, brother."