Fated To Ruin My Mate

fated to be claimed

The forest held its breath.

Aylin knelt on the ceremonial stone, her skin glowing in the moonlight, her silver hair wild around her face. Ryder’s hands trembled against her jaw. His lips parted to claim hers, and the curse—no, the bond—howled with anticipation.

And then a voice from nowhere screamed

“Stop.”

The word rang through the clearing like a thunderclap.

The Elder stepped forward, his robes embroidered with the runes of the old blood. His silver eyes gleamed with ancient knowing.

Ryder stiffened. His hand curled into a fist. “What is this?, why are you interrupting us” he growled.

The Elder ignored him and looked straight at Aylin, then at the two figures standing on the outer rim of the circle.

Kael.

Lucien.

“You know the law,” the Elder said gravely. “No Siren may be fully claimed by one alone. Especially not one marked by the Triad.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

“The Triad?” Aylin echoed, her voice barely a whisper.

“You bear the bond of three,” the Elder confirmed. “Ryder. Kael. Lucien. Each of them carries your scent in their blood. Each of them must claim you… or no one can, and rejection isn't an option too.”

Ryder let out a low, feral snarl. “They’re not worthy of her, and she doesn't want them she choose me, so go ahead and do what you are here for”

Kael chuckled darkly. “Trust me, mutt. I dont want this either, else I wouldn't have advised her to come for the claiming ritual.”

Lucien’s jaw flexed. His voice was ice. “what do you mean rejection is not an option, I don’t want her. She is cursed, this is all your fault Kael, if she didn't come we wouldn't have been bound to her”

But even as he said it, his eyes betrayed him. Her scent pulled him in and he wanted to know how she taste but pretended he hates her

Aylin rose slowly to her feet, her legs still shaking from the edge of Alpha Ryder’s touch. But now… now there was something else in her gaze. Not desperation, Not confusion.

THE Power IS now in her hands

“You say you don’t want me,” she murmured, stepping toward Lucien, “but your heartbeat says otherwise, look at you staring at my neck, staring at my erected n*****s, you can't resist me, be glad it's me .”

She turned to Kael. “You speak of destiny like a scholar, but your body betrays you, you are hard already that's if you haven't knotted on your pants.”

She stepped back between them, voice growing bolder.

“You’re already mine. The bond has chosen. And I—” she turned to Ryder, voice trembling with hunger “—I need to be claimed.”

Kael cursed under his breath. “This is pure madness.”

Lucien’s nostrils flared. “This is suicide, she's a siren omega, and she was supposed to be bound to Ryder alone.”

Ryder growled, “off course She’s mine. She wants me and she can only follow my command.”

Aylin smiled.

A wicked, beautiful smile.

“I want all of you, and as you all know I'm already cursed, so if I die y'all die.”

Silence everyone kept mute

Then: “You have to choose,” Ryder said, almost pleading. “Who takes you first?”

She tilted her head, her Siren Mark glowing like fire.

“I choose all three of you.”

His jaw clenched.

Kael took a step forward, eyes narrowing. “You can’t possibly—”

She cut him off.

“Whoever pleases me, f***s me the most, who ever Knotts after me … goes first.”

Gasps, voice from within

The pack erupted into whispers.

Ryder’s eyes blazed with fury. His wolf surged beneath his skin, fighting to claim what was his, regrets delaying. But Aylin only smiled and walked back to the stone altar, stretching herself across it like a goddess waiting to be worshipped.

“Make me yours,” she said. “If you dare.”

Kael moved first.

Lucien followed. Her words got to them, they choose to accept their fate, and look at aylin who wouldn't want to claim or f**k her, with such sexy curves, great ass for smacking, round and water melon boobs, pointed nipples...

And Ryder… Ryder watched with pure, burning rage as the claiming began.

But he would not be outdone.

He would not be denied.

Not by fate. Not by them.

Not even by her. Even if she is mated to the three Alpha's from different pack, she is bound to him alone Alpha Ryder of Moon pack

Ryder — Alpha of the Moon Pack

Ryder’s fists clenched at his sides, the muscles in his jaw ticking with suppressed rage. Every fiber of his being screamed to drag Aylin back into his arms, to silence the other two with blood and dominance. But she had spoken.

She wanted all three of them.

His wolf clawed beneath the surface, snarling in protest.

He’d waited for her. He’d bled for her. He chose her long before fate played its cruel hand.

And yet, as Kael moved toward her first, Ryder did not stop him. He couldn’t. The ritual had begun.

Still, he watched. Every. Damn. Second.

Ryder stood just at the edge of the ceremonial circle, his breathing heavy, heart slamming against his ribs like a beast caged too long. Aylin lay on the stone like temptation incarnate—silver hair fanned around her, thighs parted slightly in welcome, her siren mark pulsing as if it, too, begged for touch.

And Kael… that bastard… was the first to answer the call.

Ryder’s claws unsheathed slowly, slicing into the skin of his palm as he gripped his own wrist, forcing restraint " look who is always falling for her, someone that just said he didn't want to claim her" . He could smell her arousal—sweet, intoxicating, uniquely hers—and it was Kael drinking it in, Kael reaching for her.

The Ashen Fang Alpha’s fingers trailed down the length of her thigh, slow and reverent, before slipping between her legs.

Ryder’s growl was low, feral. His vision tinted red.

That should be me.

Aylin arched under Kael’s touch, her breath catching, her lips parting with a gasp so sweet it drove Ryder to the brink. Her n*****s stiffened under the moonlight, her back bowed, offering herself to the one who wasn't him.

Kael dipped his head, mouth brushing the soft skin below her navel, tongue tracing circles that made her moan his name—Kael.

Ryder nearly lost it.

He saw red. Not because she didn’t want him—gods, he knew she did—but because she let someone else make her feel that good. Because her body responded to someone else.

No. f*****g. Way.

His knuckles cracked from how tight his fists clenched. His claws sank deeper into flesh, scenting the air with the tang of his own blood. Still, he didn’t move. Not yet.

Instead, he burned every sound she made into his memory.

And swore—

He’d make her scream louder for him.

He would take her so deep, so hard, so thoroughly, she'd forget Kael ever laid a finger on her. He’d bury himself in her tight, needy heat and stay there until her siren song was a chant of his name. Until her body knew no one but him.

Ryder’s eyes met hers across the altar.

She moaned again.

But this time… her gaze didn’t leave his.

And that was when he knew—

She might let them touch her… but she belonged to him