Chapter 4
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Lenny
A heavy, suffocating silence settled in the room between my brothers and me. An uneasy feeling tightened in my chest as my thoughts drifted back to Freya and the agony she must be enduring outside. Part of me wanted to step in and put an end to the punishment, to let it go. But doing that would show weakness—a soft spot for her that I couldn't afford to have, not after what she did to me.
"I wonder what she plans to do with everything she stole," Liam spat out, breaking the silence, his voice sharp with anger.
I looked over at him, seeing the dark fury in his eyes. He was just as enraged as I was.
"Maybe she has a boyfriend she's giving it to," Kane grunted.
The mere thought sent a sharp, uncomfortable pang through my chest. Shoving the feeling down, I stood up abruptly. "Tell the guards to search her belongings. Maybe the missing items are still in her room."
Without waiting for their reply, I turned and walked back to my own room.
The mess I had created earlier in my rage still littered the floor—shattered glass, overturned furniture, and scattered papers. Ignoring the debris, I walked straight to the minibar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Uncorking it, I took a heavy swig, feeling the burn slide down my throat.
With a heavy sigh, I sank onto the bed. No matter how hard I tried to clear my head, my thoughts kept circling back to Freya and the brutal punishment she was enduring on the rooftop. I glanced toward the window; the midday sun was scorching.
If you're so worried about her, then stop the punishment, my wolf's voice rumbled in my head.
I clenched my jaw tight. Why should I? Did she care about how I felt years ago when she hurt me? When she said those things?
The door pushed open, and Sara stepped inside. Her brows furrowed as she took in the wrecked room before her gaze settled on the whiskey bottle in my hand.
"Lenny, are you drinking because of the missing necklace?" she asked, her voice laced with soft concern.
I swallowed hard. The necklace wasn't why I was drowning myself in alcohol—it was Freya. But I couldn't admit that to Sara.
"Yes. It was a gift for you," I lied quietly.
Sara sighed and walked closer, kneeling before me. Gently, she took the bottle from my hand, set it aside, and looked directly into my eyes.
"You don't have to do this to yourself over a necklace. You can always get me another one, right?" she said, her tone comforting and soft.
She was right. Money meant nothing to us. My brothers and I were the sons of the richest Alpha in the world, soon to be Alphas ourselves. A stolen diamond necklace shouldn't be enough to put me in this state.
"Or..." Sara tilted her head, her gaze searching mine as her brow raised in curiosity. "Is there something else bothering you?"
I quickly shook my head.
She studied me for a moment before a slow smirk curled her lips. "I know exactly what you need."
Before I could ask what she meant, she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. My eyes trailed over her exposed skin and curves.
"Come on," she whispered sultrily. "Let me help you take out your frustration."
I said nothing as she unclasped her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders. Moving closer, she pressed her body against mine, her hands tracing down my chest as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off.
"Use me, Lenny," she breathed, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. "Pour all your anger into me. Take what you need."
A dark hunger stirred inside me—a desperation to lose myself and forget everything, even if only for a short while. Grasping the back of her neck, I pulled her into a bruising kiss. She gasped against my lips, but I didn't slow down. I pushed her back onto the bed, climbing over her and pressing her into the mattress, pressing hungry, aggressive kisses all over her body before pulling back to stand above her.
Sara lay back on the bed, her body fully exposed to me. Her smirk was teasing, her eyes dark with anticipation. She knew what I wanted—what I needed—and she was more than willing to give it to me.
I didn't waste any time. My belt hit the floor with a sharp clink as I stripped off my pants, already hard and aching. I crawled onto the bed, grabbing Sara's ankles and yanking her closer, making her gasp in surprise.
"So rough, so dominant," she purred, but I wasn't in the mood for her playfulness.
Wrapping my fingers around her throat, I squeezed just enough to make her gasp. "Shut up," I growled, watching her eyes widen with dark excitement.
Her lips parted, her breath hitching as I tightened my grip slightly. "Yes, Master," she whispered.
That sent a dark thrill through me. Releasing her throat, I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach in one swift motion. Before she could brace herself, I yanked her up onto her knees, positioning her exactly how I wanted.
Dragging a hand down her spine, I felt her shiver under my touch. "You're wet already," I noted darkly, running my fingers through her slick folds.
She whimpered, pressing back against me, silently begging for more.
But I wasn't feeling generous.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yanked her head back as I aligned myself with her entrance. "Beg for it," I commanded.
She moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "Please, Master," she gasped. "I need you."
That was all I needed to hear.
With one hard thrust, I slammed into her, making her cry out. I gave her no time to adjust—I didn't want to. Setting a brutal pace from the start, I pounded into her relentlessly. The bed frame creaked beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Sara moaned loudly, her body rocking forward with every thrust, but I pulled her back against me, keeping her right where I wanted her. My grip on her hips was bruising, my nails digging into her flesh as I took her hard and rough.
"Who do you belong to?" I growled, yanking her head back again.
"You, Lenny," she panting, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Only you."
I smirked darkly. "Damn right."
Releasing her hair, I pressed her chest down onto the mattress, driving deeper inside her. My control was slipping completely, my wolf growling as I took her like an animal.
She was screaming now, her body shuddering beneath me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop—not until I had taken everything I wanted from her.
And I still wasn't done.
Sara's body trembled beneath me, her moans filling the room as I drove into her relentlessly. But no matter how hard I took her, no matter how much she screamed my name, it wasn't enough.
Because it wasn't her.
I clenched my jaw, trying to force the thought out of my head, but it was useless. My mind betrayed me, painting a completely different picture. It wasn't Sara's dark hair spilling over her shoulders—it was Freya's. It wasn't Sara's moans filling my ears—it was Freya's breathless whimpers, the sound I knew she would make if I ever had her like this.
"Lenny..." Sara gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure as she arched her back, pressing against me. But for a moment, I didn't hear Sara. I heard Freya.
A violent surge of desire rushed through me. Pulling out of her suddenly, making her whimper at the loss, I flipped onto my back and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her over me before she could protest.
"Ride me," I ordered, my voice rough with need.
Sara grinned, straddling me eagerly. She reached down, positioning herself before sinking onto me with a moan. Her head fell back, her nails digging into my chest as she took me deep.
I gritted my teeth, my hands gripping her hips tightly as she began to move. But I wasn't watching Sara anymore.
I was watching Freya.
In my mind, it was Freya above me, her soft lips parted in breathless pleasure. It was her soft skin beneath my hands, her tight body wrapped around me.
Fuck, I growled mentally, my grip tightening on her hips. I drove up hard, making Sara cry out, but all I saw was Freya.
How would she look like this? Would she be shy? Would she try to fight the pleasure, or would she surrender to it completely?
I imagined her whimpering my name, her nails dragging down my chest as she came apart for me.
A low, possessive growl rumbled from my chest. Freya wasn't supposed to be in my head like this. She wasn't supposed to be the one I craved. I hated her. She had hurt me, but I couldn't stop thinking about her.
And no matter how hard I tried, no matter how many times I f****d Sara or anyone else, no one could take her place.
Sara's pace quickened, her nails scraping against my chest as she rode me harder, chasing her release. My grip on her hips remained firm, guiding her movements, but my mind was completely elsewhere.
Not here. Not with her.
With Freya.
I could almost see her—imagine the way her body would tremble above me, the way her lips would part in a gasp as she took me deep. My control snapped at the thought, my grip tightening as I thrust up into Sara with brutal force.
"Lenny—" Sara gasped, her body tensing. She was close.
I was too.
With one last punishing thrust, I sent her over the edge. Her body clenched tightly around me as she cried out, shuddering in pleasure. The sensation pushed me past my limit, and with a low growl, I let go.
Pleasure ripped through me as my release spilled inside her. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling as I rode out the aftershocks.
For a brief moment, silence filled the room, broken only by Sara's soft panting.
Then, without a word, I reached down and pulled out of her. My body was still humming with satisfaction, but the feeling was already fading.
Because it wasn't Freya.
It never was.
Sara stretched beside me, her fingers lazily trailing down my chest. "Damn, that was hot," she breathed.
I didn't respond. Instead, I reached over and pulled her into my arms. For a moment, we lay there in silence until the door opened and Liam and Kane walked in.
"So you two were having fun without us," Kane said, and Sara, loving the attention, giggled softly.
"Move away, Lenny," Liam grumbled.
I sighed and rolled out of bed as Liam and Kane positioned themselves beside Sara, wasting no time before devouring her like hungry animals.
Leaving the bed, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Standing under the freezing cold water, I could still hear the muffled moans coming from my room.
My brothers and I did practically everything together. We shared everything—so sharing Sara, or any other woman, was nothing new. But we also competed against each other.
Who was the best fighter.
The strongest wolf.
The fastest shifter.
Sometimes, it even came down to who performed better in bed—who Sara enjoyed more.
And most importantly—who would end up being her mate.
We all knew that on her eighteenth birthday, she would be mated to one of us. And if fate was cruel enough, maybe to all three of us. And whoever she was mated to would be Dad's favorite—the pack's favored Alpha.
So, in a way, we were all competing for her.
But that didn't mean we didn't love each other.
Sighing heavily, my mind drifted back to Freya, to the good memories I had of her. How I had fallen in love with her when I was just a twelve-year-old boy. How I used to compete with my brothers, assuming they liked her too.
As we grew older, I thought she liked me back.
But I was wrong. So damn wrong.
Turning off the shower, I tied a towel around my waist and walked back into the bedroom.
Liam and Kane were taking Sara turn by turn, dominating her completely. She was on her knees, taking Liam in her mouth while Kane took her from behind.
Their loud moans filled the room, but I ignored them, walking over to grab a pair of simple track pants. I needed to go for a run. I needed to clear my head.
I pulled them on and left the room without another word.
But just as I stepped into the hallway, a female servant rushed up to me, looking panicked.
"Young master, Freya just fainted on the rooftop," she announced, her voice trembling.
My breath caught. Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to stay composed.
"Then wake her up and send her back in," I said, keeping my voice nonchalant to hide my worry.
"That's the problem," the servant insisted, her voice tight with fear. "We've tried waking her, but she's not responding."
I furrowed my brow, my frown deepening. "What do you mean?"
She swallowed hard, her eyes wide with terror. "She's not breathing.”
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