CAMILE

"Yes"

The words had barely left my mouth when my hand was grabbed, and I was led away from the club. I didn't know where we were going until the hallway swallowed us, and Arlo pushed open a door to a room, Kael right behind us.

The moment the door clicked shut, he was steering me back until the backs of my knees touched the bed, and I sat.

And just like that, Arlo dropped to his knees, eyes dark, hungry, and fixed on me as he hooked two fingers under my panties and dragged them down so quickly, I gasped.

"Already making those little noises for me," he said, voice rough enough to scrape down my spine. "I haven't even touched you yet."

My breath stuttered, and I lifted my gaze to Kael.

He was standing there like sin with a pulse, calm and composed, which was the opposite of Arlo's recklessness and hunger. Then slowly, he removed his glasses... then his wristwatch... then his jacket.

Every movement was deliberate, slow enough to make me feel watched in a way that made heat roll low in my belly.

He was so fucking hot.

"We're going to have so much fun with you, Camile," he murmured, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous as anything I've ever heard, his eyes never leaving my body.

Then Arlo's hungry mouth was on me.

A sharp cry tore out of my throat before I could trap it. My head fell back, my hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned out

My back arched off the bed as he devoured my pussy with reckless abandon like it was his last meal, clearly determined to ruin any memory I had of being touched before.

God. Even Zane wasn't this good at giving me head. Never this good.

The bed dipped behind me, and I opened my eyes to see Kael behind me now, so close that I could feel his breath skim my shoulder.

"You look beautiful like this," he whispered against my skin as his fingers brushed past my face to my collar and then my cleavage, "Wanton. Finally getting what you deserve."

My reply was a string of incoherent moans.

Kael kissed the side of my throat, tender in a way that made the rest of me shake harder.

Then lower.

His fingers brushed the straps of my clothes, easing them off my shoulders like I was something precious and fragile, which only made the heat worse, because Arlo was anything but gentle between my legs.

When Kael's mouth closed around my breast, I lost it.

A slow suck that made my whole body jerk and my thighs try to close around Arlo's head, not that he let me, holding her thigh apart as he dove right in again.

"Kael-" My voice broke into a moan. "God... please"

"Mmm." He flicked his tongue over my nipple, perfectly timed to the pulse Arlo was dragging out of me. "You feel that? That's how you're supposed to be touched."

Arlo's hands gripped my hips bruisingly, pulling me harder into his face, his stubble scraping my inner thighs in a delicious burn.

Kael continued sucking my nipples while his fingers traced lazy circles on my other breast, pinching just enough to make me gasp.

The contrast was maddening, Arlo's roughness and Kael's controlled hunger, pulling me apart from both ends until it felt like my body didn't know who to react to first.

I tangled my fingers in Arlo's hair, urging him on as my hips bucked involuntarily. Kael shifted, his body pressing against my back, his hardness evident through his pants as he nipped at my earlobe.

"Let go for us," he murmured, voice smooth like velvet, before capturing my mouth in a deep, languid kiss that muffled my cries.

Arlo didn't let up, his tongue thrusting roughly, teeth grazing just enough to sting and spark.

My climax hit like a wave in a storm, crashing over me and my moans vibrating into Kael's kiss. Wet heat pulsed from me, my juices coating Arlo's chin, the obscene sounds of my release mixing with his satisfied grunts.

As I came down, panting and trembling from the overstimulation, Kael pulled back from our kiss, his eyes gleaming with that refined hunger.

He helped me lie back on the bed, his touches feather-light, a stark contrast to Arlo's frantic energy that still buzzed in the air.

Arlo rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest heaving as if he'd just run a marathon.

"Fucking delicious," he growled, stripping off his shirt in one impatient yank, revealing those scarred, taut muscles.

Without waiting, he climbed over me while Kael moved to my side as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"You're exquisite, darling," he breathed, his polished accent wrapping the words like velvet. "Hear those little sounds she's making? Drives a man mad." He said to Arlo with a smirk.

Arlo chuckled darkly, shoving his pants down and freeing his hard length.

"Damn right. Your ex-husband is a fool for letting this go... couldn't handle a woman who sings like that."

And without any warning, he thrust into me in one motion, his hips snapping forward with impatient force, the slap of skin echoing, filling me deep and raw.

I choked out a cry, my pussy clenching around him.

"Easy there, mate," Kael said with a soft laugh, watching us as he shed the rest of his clothes. "Don't break her pussy before I get the chance,"

Arlo grunted in response as he grew rougher, animalistic, each drive pounding jolts of pleasure-pain up my spine.

My walls gripped him slick and tight, the wet sounds of our joining lewd in the room. I moaned high and broken, overstimulation making every thrust feel like fire and bliss, my body quivering uncontrollably.

"Oh... fuck, yes. My god. Please!" I moaned out.

Those sounds spurred him on, his fingers digging into my thighs.

"Shit, keep moaning like that, and I'll lose it," Arlo rasped, pace brutal, shaking the bed and making my breasts bounce with each slam.

Kael positioned himself near my head, his cock hard and ready. He brushed it against my lips gently, waiting for my shaky nod before I parted for him, the clean, musky taste flooding my mouth.

I sucked tentatively at first, matching his controlled rocks, his hand threading through my hair without a tug.

"Look at her, Arlo," Kael murmured, voice husky with passion. "I always knew she could take us both so beautifully."

Heat coiled fast in me again, my cries vibrating around Kael as my pleasure built to a fever pitch, every sound I made drawing groans from them both. The rough drag inside, the smooth slide on my tongue, flesh slapping and wet suction filling the air.

It was too much.

Arlo's pace stuttered, body tensing.

"Coming-fuck!" He roared gutturally, flooding me hot and deep, thrusts erratic as he rode it out.

The rush tipped me over, my second climax ripping through in shuddering waves, screams muffled around Kael, turning him on fiercer.

He followed with a restrained groan, spilling warm pulses into my mouth, his thumb stroking my cheek tenderly.

I swallowed the salty remnants, body trembling and spent from the overload. Arlo lay beside me while Kael drew me into his arms, his touch gentle as he wiped a damp strand from my face.

CAMILE

I woke up, and for a split second, I didn't remember where I was.

The sheets didn't smell like my house. The bed was too big, too soft. My body felt... sore, warm, heavy. My cheeks heated instantly.

Oh gods.

Last night.

I swallowed hard, eyes darting around and landing right on Arlo.

He lay on his stomach, one arm stretched carelessly across the bed, hair messy, lips parted slightly. Completely unbothered. Completely naked.

I jerked my gaze away so fast I almost hurt myself because if I stared any longer, the memories would hit me too hard.

And they were already hitting me hard enough.

Kael wasn't there. Of course, he wasn't. He looked like the type to wake up early, smooth his hair, drink coffee, and read through business emails while completely nude.

"Oh God," I whispered into my palms, mortified.

I need to leave.

I slid slowly off the bed, biting back a little gasp at the soreness in my thighs, and began to wear my clothes, trying not to wake Arlo up.

Within seconds, I was tiptoeing to the door, my fingers curled around the doorknob.

Only to walk straight into a wall of warm, bare skin.

I gasped, stumbling back.

Kael stood there. Stark naked. Completely unapologetic. A mug of coffee in his hand like this was the most normal morning in the universe.

His eyes flashed bright amber, hinting at his wolf.

My eyes traveled across his body before I could stop them, widened when they reached the flaccid monster between his legs, then shot straight to the wall because I did not need that mental image permanently etched into my soul.

Too late.

"Good morning," Kael said mildly, tilting his head. "And where exactly are you trying to sneak off to?"

" I-I'm leaving," I managed, staring very intently at the wall.

"Leaving? Already?" His brows rose in genuine surprise. "Most girls stay for morning rounds."

My jaw dropped.

Okay, rude!

"Well, I'm not like most girls."

"No, you're not," he murmured, amusement softening his tone.

Before I could respond, a voice rumbled from behind me.

"Early morning sex is way fun, Camile," Arlo muttered, "you shouldn't run when we can still make you cum a couple of times."

I jumped, whirling around to find Arlo standing right behind me, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, bearing his extended canines suggestively.

And also naked

Dear Moon Goddess, why were they both naked? Why was I sandwiched between two giant, naked, very well-endowed alphas at seven in the morning?

"Y-You were asleep just now," I stammered.

Arlo smirked. "You were not exactly as quiet as you thought you were."

"So you're leaving us just like that?" Kael's warm breath brushed my shoulder from behind, and I turned back to face him.

"I'm serious," I blurted. "Last night was a mistake. A one-time thing. We're not-we're never doing that again."

Arlo laughed under his breath, low and rough. "You think we're done with you? We've barely even started with you, Camile."

"We'll see you again, Love," Kael's voice dipped to that dangerous softness. "That's not up for debate."

My heartbeat kicked painfully fast.

"You won't," I insisted. "We probably won't even run into each other again."

Arlo's lips curved. "Sweetheart, we don't 'run into' people. If we want to see you, we'll see you."

My breath caught. I swallowed, gathering whatever dignity I still had.

"I have to go."

"Fine," Kael sighed lightly, then shifted just enough for me to breathe again. "But you're not leaving on your own."

"I can manage."

"No," they both said at the same time, with enough Alpha energy behind their words that left no room for debate.

"We're calling you a ride," Arlo said. "You're not walking out looking like you can barely stand."

Heat flooded my entire body. "I can stand."

Kael's eyes flicked down to my legs, then back up with a slow, knowing smile.

"Barely."

I glared, mortified beyond belief.

"Sit," Kael stepped past me into the room. "We'll order the car."

"I don't need it,"

"Well, you are getting it," Arlo said, already reaching for his phone.

I pressed my hands to my face, groaning quietly.

What the hell have I gotten myself into with these friends?

****

I slipped through the back gates of the Whitebrock estate without anyone stopping me.

My legs still felt like jelly, and every step reminded me of what Arlo and Kael had done to me. The ache between my thighs wasn't subtle. It throbbed with every movement, warm and humiliating and... God, so good.

But the moment I stepped into the hallway leading to my quarters, I heard his voice.

"Where are you coming from dressed like a slut?"

I stopped. My eyes closed for a beat.

Fuck.

Of course. Of course, he'd be right there, leaning against the wall like he owned the entire damn structure.

I turned to him slowly.

"It's none of your business," I said. "We're not married anymore. Whatever I do shouldn't matter to you."

"It does," he snapped. "Because you're still a Whitebrock wolf, even if an insignificant one,"

I flinched, but didn't let him see it.

"And my former wife. Everything you do reflects back on me. Good or bad."

"Well," I said with a shrug, "good thing I don't care."

His jaw clenched. I walked away from him before he could say another word.

The moment my door shut behind me, all the air left my lungs. I leaned against it, sliding down until I sat on the floor.

His words stung more than I let on.

Once upon a time, Zane had held me like I was precious. Once upon a time, he couldn't stand to see me hurt. Once upon a time, he'd looked at me like I hung the moon.

Then he switched. Just flipped into someone cruel and cold.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my face.

No. I wasn't going back there. Not mentally. Not emotionally.

Besides, I had other things to think about. Like Arlo's mouth between my thighs. Kael's dick in my mouth. The way I lost every bit of control I had was the second they touched me.

I have never clubbed before. Never had a one-night stand. Definitely never let two men at the same time.

I groaned softly, covering my face.

It can't happen again.

I told myself that as I headed to the bathroom, trying to walk normally even though there was still a sweet, throbbing ache between my legs.

I cleaned up, washed away their scent, their touch... at least physically.

When I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, toweling my hair, I paused at the sudden tap-tap on the window.

My brows furrowed.

"What-?"

A raven, an actual raven, was perched on the sill, glossy and pitch black. Ravens had been extinct for decades. All except...

No. That was a myth. Stories children whispered.

The immortal in the forest.

The monster who kept a single raven as his eyes.

That man didn't exist.

I shook my head quickly, telling myself I was mixing them up. This bird couldn't be a raven. It should be a random messenger bird.

Then the bird dropped a small box tied with a thin black ribbon on the sill, and I approached slowly and opened the lid.

A diamond chain. Simple. Delicate. Ridiculously expensive.

Arlo and Kael. It had to be them

I sighed, not pleased at all.

The gift felt possessive, like a silent claim on me.

"Great," I muttered. "Just what I need."

I shut the box, tossed it onto my bed, and tightened the towel around my body.

Whatever they thought this was, they were wrong.

It wasn't happening again.

Absolutely not.

Right?

ZANE

Finally.

Everything was finally lining up the way it was supposed to.

All the pretending, all the patience, all the nights I forced myself to tolerate Camile's voice, her presence, her clingy little smiles, it all paid off.

I sat on the edge of my bed, rolling my shoulders, letting the satisfaction settle deep in my bones.

God, I used to hate looking at her.

Everyone thought I was such a devoted husband, but inside? I could barely stand the sight of her. Dull eyes. Soft personality. Nothing remarkable. Nothing powerful.

Nothing special.

And I was stupid, so fucking atupid to ever think she could be the one I was searching for.

The night I met her, everything had aligned too perfectly. Every prophecy, every sign, every omen pointing to where I'd find the true original Alpha.

I convinced myself it had to be her. I forced myself to believe it. Even when she never showed a single spark of power. Even when she breathed too lightly, like she was afraid of taking up space.

Fuck, that shit always irritated me.

I actually convinced myself that someone as plain as Camile could be the original Alpha.

I grit my teeth at the memory.

How pathetic.

The real Original Alpha, my Emma, showed up just two months after I married Camile. Two months. Fate had practically slapped me across the face saying "Wrong girl, idiot."

So, I had to make the right choices, cold, calculated ones to align myself with Emma.

To free myself from Camile without raising suspicion. To play the sympathetic husband while setting myself up for more.

Get Emma pregnant and bring our son here to be cared for by Camile.

Bring Emma into the family under the guise of being a wet nurse so she could still bond with our son.

Perfect plans.

Now look where we are.

Emma and I are getting married in less than three months. Three months until I finally have access to everything I've been promised, everything I deserve.

Power so old it terrified the wrong people. Power strong enough to put entire packs on their knees.

Power that will make Arlo and Kael look like children.

Power that would make both of them bow to me.

The second their names crossed my mind, Arlo and Kael, I felt my jaw tighten.

Those two bastards had been a thorn in my side since we were teenagers. Always so smug. Always so sure they were better.

The worst part? They were better.

They were stronger, sharper, more dominant. They carried themselves like they owned every room they entered, and every damn time, they made sure I remembered exactly where I stood.

Insignificant.

Like some helpless pup instead of the Alpha I was.

I hated them for that. I hated the way they looked down on me, the way they talked to me like I was lesser. Like my bloodline didn't matter. Like I didn't matter.

But soon?

Soon I'd be the one looking down on them.

Soon they'd know what it felt like to be overshadowed.

Soon they'd fear me!

Ironically, they were the ones who pushed me into desperation, the ones who made me hunt for the Original Alpha with an obsession that nearly consumed me.

And I found her.

I found the one power that could crush them both and put them exactly where they belonged.

Under my boot!

I scoffed when Camile drifted into my thoughts again.

What a fucking waste of time she had been.

Thank the moon goddess she was out of the picture for good. I didn't care where she went or what she did. Her existence was irrelevant now.

The door to my room opened softly, pulling me from my thoughts. Emma stepped inside, wearing a flimsy night dress that exposed all her delicious goods, her hips swaying as she entered fully.

Her scent washed over me, rich and commanding beneath the soft sweetness she used as a disguise.

I smirked.

She smiled, closing the door with her foot.

"You look tired," she murmured, voice low and teasing. "Too much thinking again?"

"Maybe." My voice came out in a soft growl.

She hummed, crossing the room with slow, swaying steps that were absolutely intentional.

"Well... let me help you relax."

Before I could say anything, she was already slipping onto her knees between my legs. Her hands rested on my thighs, warm and sure, and she looked up at me through her lashes with a knowing smirk.

My breath caught.

She reached for my belt, fingers working the buckle with smooth ease.

I didn't stop her.

Wouldn't.

The leather came undone with a soft click.

And when she freed my dick, I exhaled and her smile widened, dark, satisfied, and wicked as sin.

This is what I'm talking about. I thought to myself, groaning and throwing my head back as she took me into her mouth.

My original Alpha. The daughter of prophecy. My future wife. The one who'd give me the powers to crush everything in my way.

Most especially, Kael and Arlo.