Three Alphas, One Mate
1415 Words
MALRIK
I can smell her.
Holy hell.
That’s f*****g insane because no she-wolf had ever made my wolf this mad. But this one? This shivering, bare-legged omega with blood on her lip and heat soaked through the carpet under her knees?
My wolf is foaming.
And that’s not romantic.
That’s rage. That’s howl-deep fury twisted with something worse.
Because she's a f*****g omega. And she’s claiming to be mine.
I need to be smart about this. The last girl that claimed to be my mate turns out to be an enemy of our pack and it costs me tons of my warriors.
“You want me to tie her up?” Tres offered and I shook my head, dismissing him out of my sight. The omega tries to get up and run but Tres holds her in place. “ I’m going to need to tie her up.”
“Fine,” I spit. “But do it tight.”
Her voice breaks. “Please—”
“Gag her if she whines,” I add, pacing now, hand in my jaw to keep from using it on her. Her scent is begging and I’m so f****d. “Do you personally know her?”
Tres jerks the last strap tight and steps away. “She’s Jarrick’s ex-girlfriend,” he mutters.
My eyes snap to him. Jarrick?
“The pack’s healer?” I bark, moving closer to her, not even bothering to hide the sound of my boots pacing in a slow circle around her bound body.
“Yeah. She left him a month ago,” Tres says. His jaw ticks. “ I remember him getting drunk about it.”
Good for him.
This girl is a liar.
My mate is gone or else I should’ve found her all this time. It’s been settled a long time ago and I’m so tired of trying to find her.
“f**k you, Tres!”
They definitely know each other. I puff out a breath and stop Tres from almost…hitting her.
“Enough,” I growl. “Tres, out.”
“She cursed at me.”
“She’s gagged and tied. You’re afraid of her now?”
He bares his teeth but obeys, stalking to the far side of the room. The scent of his hate is almost stronger than hers.
“You’re mouth is going to kill you someday Talia,” I snarl, dropping to crouch beside the couch, palm gripping the slick arch of her spine through the ropes, holding her down. “I’ve killed wolves for less than what you’ve done,” I whisper in her ear, hot breath raking her temple. “Now, are you going to tell me what your true intention is?”
She’s not my mate.
She’s not my mate.
She’s not—
“I’m your mate. How many times do you want me to repeat it, asshole?!”
“Okay,” I hiss, standing slowly. “You want the hard way?”
The ropes creak as she thrashes. Full moon’s pull just minutes away, and she’s already fighting like she knows what it’ll mean when that moon hits her skin.
I don’t give Tres another look. His jaw’s grinding and his fists twitch like he wants to knock her out just so I can sleep tonight, but he’s smart enough to step back when I stalk toward the window and rip the curtain away.
Moonlight slashes across her, hitting the curve of her figure.
Ten minutes ‘til midnight.
Ten minutes ‘til her birthday.
If she’s telling the truth, that light’s gonna finish what her scent already started. If she’s lying, her cunt’ll dry up and I’ll gut her on the rug. Easy.
“You know what the moon does to mates,” I say, my voice like flint. “Ten minutes, and the bond either howls or dies.”
She stiffens, but I’m already moving—booted steps back to the couch, knuckles bruising the air as I kneel again.
“She’s pulsing,” Tres says, voice tight.
“Of course she is,” I growl, my fingers dragging from the ropes across her navel to the heat-stung crease of her thigh. “She’s either about to go into a rut or into the ground.”
“Let me go. If you don’t want me then fine. Just let me go. I don’t want you too.”
When I asked her name, I was bluffing. Of course, I know her. I know everyone in my pack.
“You think saying ‘I’m your mate’ makes it true?” I murmur, lips grazing her shoulder blade, nose flaring as the moonlight paints her like prey. “You don’t want me?”
I slide two fingers down the center of her cunt, over the knot of wet that’s been soaking into the couch.
“Then what’s this?”
She howls—gag-torn, shame-hot, and my wolf lunges so hard behind my ribs I have to grind my teeth to keep from mounting her right there.
She’s not my mate.
She’s not my mate.
“Five minutes,” I snap, dragging myself back before I can believe her lies. My voice is hoarse. Raw. Half-snarl, half-prayer.
I check the clock again like it matters. Like five f*****g minutes will change a goddamn thing. I have rogues on the border, territory lines to redraw, a second-in-command that wants her dead, and yet I’m pacing this room like I’m the one caged.
No.
No.
I grit my teeth and pace harder but she’s everywhere.
Stay.
Down.
Control.
The moonlight shifts and I stumble back a step because my f*****g wolf is surging up, clawing into my ribs. He wants out. Wants her. Wants skin, scent, slick heat, bite.
This can’t be happening.
Tres is watching me.
“Alpha?”
I turn slow, baring my teeth—not at her, at him, because if I look at her, I’ll lose it. My hands clench into fists. Veins bulge. My spine itches with the need to shift.
“She’s doing something to me,” I growl. “I need to…fuck..”
I hit the floor on all fours, growling into my arm to muffle the sound. My claws split through fingertips, fur teasing under the skin, fangs elongating by inches. I’m shifting—too fast—too soon—until I notice it’s not just me.
Tres is on his knees.
His chest heaves like he’s drowning.
“Alpha—” his voice cracks raw. “She’s—she’s not just hitting you.”
My wolf halts mid-surge.
What?
I whip my head toward him.
He’s got blood at his lip from biting down too hard, and his hands are shaking like he’s going to either shift or snap his own neck.
“I—f**k—I didn’t think it was real at first,” he grits, back arching, sweat darkening the collar of his shirt. “But it’s in me. I can feel her. My wolf can—he’s scratching at the inside of my skull, Alpha. She’s calling us.”
I slam back against the wall, claws gouging grooves into the wood.
“No,” I snarl. “No, no, no. She’s not mine. She can’t be yours. She’s not—”
My blood sings in that f****d, feral key that only means one thing—mate.
Except it’s not just for me.
Tres is reacting too.
And the moment I realize we’re both ready to tear each other apart for her.
Tres drops his head back, eyes blown wide, pupils all wolf.
“I can’t breathe,” he gasps. “I can’t—f**k—she’s going to trigger a rut if she—if she—”
The clock clicks to midnight and the scent peaks before my wolf roars.
Tres snarls beside me, hands scrabbling at the floor.
“She’s not just yours, Alpha,” he spits, voice half-canine, dragging air like it’s too thick to swallow. “I feel her too.”
“And mine too.”
I spin and there I saw Jarrick’s face eyes glowing faint behind his lids like his wolf is pushing from inside.
He’s clutching the frame like he’s about to pass out, knuckles white, chest fluttering like he’s choking on her scent from the hallway.
Three.
Three of us.
And only one of her.
My wolf goes savage.
Inside me, there is no thought—only kill Tres, kill Jarrick, keep her.
My mate.
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