Fated To Ruin My Mate

moon pack

Kael’s steps were slow, deliberate. He didn’t want this. He’d told himself he didn’t want her. She was too wild, too soft, too dangerous.

And yet, here he was, standing before her.

Aylin stretched across the altar like a siren carved by divine hands, the mark on her chest glowing like firelight against moonstone. Her eyes locked on his—fearless, defiant, so f*****g beautiful.

His hand hovered above her skin.

And then he gave in.

(Ashen Fang Pack – Alpha Kael POV)

Kael didn't move at first.

Not because he didn't want to.

But because he did.

Gods help him, he wanted her so so bad.

The heat of Aylin’s body called to him like a forbidden flame, and for the first time since the bond flared to life, Kael realized he wasn’t angry at the connection—he was terrified of what it could make him feel.

But then her voice broke through his silence, soft and pleading.

“Touch me…”

He gave in.

His hand hovered above her skin for a breathless second—then dropped, the back of his knuckles grazing the smooth plane of her thigh. Heat radiated off her in waves, and her body responded instantly, hips shifting toward him, knees falling open just slightly… welcoming.

Kael swallowed hard.

He let his fingers glide up her thigh, slow and reverent, dragging across soft skin to the dip of her waist. Her breath caught—so did his.

When he traced the curve of her stomach, her muscles fluttered under his palm. And when he brushed the underside of her breast with the lightest, most trembling touch—

She moaned.

Not loud. Not exaggerated.

Just a soft, real sound of pleasure that made Kael’s c**k jerk in his pants, painfully hard.

His breath hitched. His control cracked.

Fuck.

His hand returned, this time bolder—claiming. He cupped her breast fully, thumb brushing her n****e in a slow circle that made her arch into his touch like her body had always belonged beneath his hands.

Kael’s eyes darkened.

He forgot about Ryder, about Lucien, about the bond, the laws, the danger—everything except the feel of Aylin’s skin under his palms. The warmth. The scent of her slick heat rising like a drug to drown him.

And when she whispered his name—“Kael…”—breathy and desperate, he snapped.

He leaned down, lips grazing the shell of her ear.

“You don’t know what you’ve started,” he rasped. “But I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

His wolf didn’t just want her. He needed her. And that realization shattered him.

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Lucien — Alpha of the Obsidian Veil Pack

Lucien didn’t move at first. He stood still, arms crossed, gaze hard.

This was a mistake.

Aylin was chaos in silk and siren-song skin. She was the end of everything he thought he controlled. And yet… her scent called to him like blood to a starving beast.

When Kael’s fingers brushed her skin, Lucien growled before he even realized it.

(Shadowclaw Pack – Alpha Lucien POV)

Lucien watched Kael fall first. Weak. Predictable.

But it was Ryder’s trembling restraint—his fingers clenched so hard they bled—that mirrored Lucien’s own.

He should’ve walked away. Should’ve let the curse rot her and them both.

But then Aylin turned to him.

Eyes smoldering. Lips parted. Breath shallow.

And her scent—f**k—her scent wrapped around his throat like a noose. Sweet, ripe, dripping with need. His control cracked, splintered, shattered.

She’s mine, too.

Before she could say another word, he moved.

One stride. Two.

Then he was on her.

He caught her wrists in a single grip and slammed them above her head, pinning her body against the stone like a conquered queen.

She gasped, lips curling into something like defiance. That only made it worse.

Better.

His body caged hers. His thigh shoved between hers, forcing her open.

“I told you not to tempt me, I told you to get lost” he growled, voice low, wrecked with hunger.

Then he bent—mouth dragging fire along her collarbone, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch. Her skin tasted like strawberry dipped in honey . Like something never meant to be touched by mortals, and yet here she was—trembling for him.

“You’ll regret choosing me last,” he rasped into her neck.

She whimpered.

He felt it like a punch to the gut.

One of his hands slid down, tracing the curve of her breast, then lower—slipping between her thighs, fingers finding her soaked and wanting.

“you are always So wet,” he sneered against her throat, licking the skin right beneath her ear. “Do you really want all of us? Or do you just want to be f****d and neglected?”

His fingers teased, pressed, parted. She cried out, her hips grinding against his touch, shameless and desperate.

“I said choose,” he growled again, his breath ragged. “But now, I’m not asking.”

Despite his hatred, he would take her. Not because of the Elder’s decree, but because some part of him had already surrendered to her long ago.

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Aylin — The Omega of the Triad Bond

(Aylin’s POV – Omega no more)

Their hands were on her.

Three Alphas. Three gods of flesh and fury.

But they weren’t leading this.

She was.

Aylin's head tipped back as Kael’s tongue traced circles along her inner thigh. Her fingers threaded through his dark hair, gripping tight, holding him in place.

“Yes,” she whispered, voice velvet over steel. “Right there. Don’t stop, continue.”

Kael groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin. He obeyed.

Of course he did.

Lucien’s breath hit her neck. His hands slid up her sides, rough and hungry. He thought to dominate her. She didn’t stop him—but she guided him. Her lips curved.

“hold me tighter,” she whispered. “Let them see how rough you want me.”

He did.

“Gods,” she gasped, hips grinding into his face. “Yes—right there. Don’t stop.”

Her hips moved with Kael’s mouth, her wrists held firm by Lucien’s grip, and through the haze of pleasure, her eyes found Ryder.

He stood at the edge of the altar, chest heaving, rage and need etched into every line of him. His claws were out. His wolf was screaming.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say who you want.”

She smiled, full of fire and power, silver hair splayed like a halo. Her body writhed under their touch, and still, her voice was calm. Commanding.

“I want all of you,” she said.

She pulled Kael’s head up with a hand under his jaw. Her other hand cupped Lucien’s cheek.

“And I want more.”

Then she looked at Ryder.

“I want you to watch. I want you to see what you’ve been too slow to take.”

His body twitched—barely holding back the shift. His control fraying.

Aylin spread her legs wider.

“Come to me, Alpha. Show me I’m yours.”

And Ryder moved—fast, furious, hungry.

Power bloomed inside her like a second heartbeat. The moment the ritual began, the claiming mark burned hotter, brighter. She felt every breath, every heartbeat of her mates like it was hers.

Kael’s touch made her ache.

Lucien’s growl made her pulse stutter.

And Ryder… gods, Ryder’s stare burned her from across the altar, setting her skin aflame without touching her.

She was done running. Done begging.

Now they would beg for her.

And they would all kneel for her.