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.

EIGHT

CAMILE

It has been two nights.

Two long, ridiculous, impossible nights, and I still couldn’t get them out of my head. It was as if every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Arlo’s mouth on me and Kael’s hands on my body.

Their voices coaxing me to climax.

The thoughts were so fucking tangible that it was always like they were in the room with me.

I don’t know what has come over me. It was like I had completely lost myself between them, like I have never had a single boundary in my life.

It was honestly pathetic at this point.

I tried to focus on the job applications in front of me, three tabs open on my laptop, a half-typed cover letter, and a growing headache, because all I could think about was them.

Arlo’s breath against my inner thigh. Kael whispering in my ear and he flicked my nipples.

Their bodies pinning me down.

The way I came apart so easily.

I shook my head hard.

“Get a grip, Camile,” I muttered.

But my body didn’t listen.

My thighs pressed together. I began to feel the heat and wetness pooling between my legs, that stupid and traitorous heat, and eventually, I just shut the laptop and let out a frustrated sigh.

Fine. I’ll deal with it just this once.

Maybe that was what I needed to get it out of my system for good.

Then I’ll move on.

I slid down on the couch, my breath already hitching as the memories came flooding back, and this time, I didn’t even try to stop it. I allowed it to flow.

Lying down on the sofa, I parted my legs in a way that made my nightdress pool around my waist, leaving my legs and inner thigh bare and open.

My hand began to drift down without me even thinking, slipping into my panties and gasping sharply when the tip of my fingers brushed against my already sensitive, wet fold.

And just as I was about to slip my fingers further in, my phone rang loudly.

I jumped, heart slamming into my ribs.

The fuck?

With my heart beating wildly and sexual frustration welling in my chest, I looked at the screen. It showed an unsaved number.

I was just going to ignore it and go back to pleasuring myself, but then I realized it might be one of the companies I recently applied to. Maybe someone wanted an interview.

Quickly, I removed my hand from my panties, picked up the phone from the table, cleared my throat, and answered the call immediately.

“Hello?”

There was a pause. A soft exhale.

Then a voice, smooth, low, and completely unmistakable. One of the voices that was literally the object of all my desires.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

Kael.

His voice slid through the speaker like warm silk.

My stomach dropped. Of all the moments for him to call, it had to be the exact second I was about to slip my hand into my panties.

The exact I wanted to touch myself to the thought of him and his best friend.

“K-Kael?” I whispered before I could stop myself.

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and amused, like he already knew everything racing through my mind.

“So you do remember my voice.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My heart was beating too fast, thudding against my ribs like it was trying to escape.

Was this a coincidence?

Or were they somehow able to sense what I was thinking? What I was about to do?

My silence stretched, and he hummed like he was listening closely.

“Tell me something, Camile… Were you thinking about us?”

The hell?

It was eerie how spot-on he was. My thighs clenched before I could help it.

“No,” I said quickly. “Get off your fucking high horse. I said it before, and I’m repeating it. That night is never happening again.”

Another voice slipped through the speaker, lazy and familiar.

Arlo.

I shivered.

“That’s cute,” he said. “But I know you’re thinking about us. Probably thinking about everything you want us to do to you.”

Heat rushed straight to my core. I swallowed hard.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” Kael’s voice returned, smooth and maddeningly sure. “I can hear it in your voice. Bet you’re dying to touch yourself.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the way my body reacted instantly. They weren’t even in the room, and somehow they had me unraveling again.

“Lie back down,” Arlo said, his tone firm but coaxing. “Go on.”

I didn’t even realize I had obeyed until my back met the couch cushions.

“Good girl,” Kael murmured. “Now put your fingers between your legs.”

My breath shook as I hovered, torn between pride, indignation, and the greedy ache tightening low in my belly.

“We’re right here,” Arlo said. “Go on. Touch yourself.”

My hand moved before my mind caught up. The second my fingers slipped between my legs and brushed the slick heat waiting there, a sharp gasp tore out of me.

It shot straight into the phone, loud enough that even I flinched.

Arlo let out a low, satisfied laugh. “There she is.”

Kael’s voice followed, smooth and warm like he was praising something fragile. “You sound so fucking beautiful when you lose control.”

Their words seemed to unlock something in me, and I drilled two fingers into my hole, breath breaking apart as the sensitivity hit me in a rush.

I knew I should stop. I knew I shouldn’t give them this.

But they kept talking, and my body kept listening.

“Slow circles around your clit, sweetheart,” Kael murmured. “Let your fingers glide. Don’t rush.”

I obeyed, hating how easily I slipped back into their rhythm, how every little movement sent sparks crawling up my spine. A soft whimper escaped me in such an embarrassing sound.

Arlo groaned quietly.

“That little sound you just made? Do it again.” He commanded.

I bit my lip, but another one spilled out anyway, higher and needier. Their breathing on the line changed, deepening, feeding the fire already burning through me.

“Good,” Kael whispered. “Now press a little harder. Just a little… yes, like that.”

My hips lifted off the couch. My breath hitched in broken pieces as my pace increased, plunging my fingers in and out of my pussy hole, a wet squelching sound coming out.

I dropped my phone beside my ear and used my free hand to pinch my nipples through my nightdress, the zap going straight to my core and causing me to bulge my hips.

Fuck it! I’m so close.

“You’re close,” Arlo said, like he could hear my thoughts. “I can hear it.”

“I…” I tried to speak, but my voice cracked.

“Come for us,” Kael said softly, and that was it.

The pleasure rushed through me so fast my voice broke into a strangled cry.

My back arched, my free hand clawing at the couch as the release tore through me in shaking waves. I couldn’t hold the sounds in, choking them out in gasps.

When I finally came down from my high, I collapsed back, breathing hard, pulse wild.

On the other end of the line, there was silence… but the kind that felt charged, like they were both listening to every breath I took.

Then Arlo exhaled, low and pleased.

“Good girl.”