Thorne pulled out slowly.

His pierced cock dragged every inch on the way out. The bars caught on my rim. Sharp sparks shot through me. I gasped. My hole stayed open for a second. Slick leaked out in a slow, thick drip.

I felt empty. Aching. Hating how much I noticed the loss.

Thorne stepped back. He wiped himself on my torn shirt. Casual. Like I was nothing more than a rag.

He looked at Aurelius. "Your turn."

Aurelius grinned. Wide. Feral.

He had already stripped his shirt off. Golden skin gleamed in the firelight. Muscles flexed as he moved closer. His pants hit the floor next. His cock sprang free. Thick at the base. Veins bulging. The knot already half swollen. Heavy. Promising to lock.

He climbed onto the bench between my spread legs. The leather creaked under his weight.

He gripped my thighs. Hard. Fingers digging into soft flesh. Bruises would form later. I knew it.

"Been waiting for this," he said. Voice rough. "Since I scented you in the clearing."

I turned my head away. "Fuck you."

He laughed. Low. "Soon, little omega. Soon."

Cassian still knelt at my head. His hand stayed on my throat. Steady pressure. Not choking. Just reminding me who controlled my breath.

Aurelius lined up. The blunt head pressed against my slick entrance. Thorne had already stretched me. But Aurelius felt different. Wider at the base. Hotter. More aggressive.

He did not ease in.

He thrust forward. One hard push. Half his length buried in one go.

I cried out. My back arched off the bench. The straps bit into my wrists and ankles. Pain flared. Pleasure twisted through it. My walls clenched around him. Trying to push him out. Pulling him deeper at the same time.

"Fuck yes," Aurelius groaned. "Tight. Wet. Perfect."

He pulled back. Slammed in again. Deeper. Harder. His hips snapped against mine. The sound echoed in the room. Wet slaps. My slick made every thrust loud. Obscene.

I bit my lip. Tried to hold back sounds. Failed. Moans slipped out. Broken. Shameful.

Aurelius leaned down. His chest pressed to mine. Sweat mixed. His mouth found my neck. Teeth grazed skin. Not biting. Not yet. Just teasing.

"You like it," he growled against my throat. "Say it."

"No," I gasped.

He laughed again. Thrust harder. His knot bumped my rim. Swelling more with each stroke. Stretching me wider. Threatening to lock.

Cassian's thumb brushed my jaw. Gentle. Almost tender. It made everything worse. The contrast. The cruelty mixed with care.

Aurelius sped up. Brutal rhythm. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. His cock, hard despite everything, bobbed against my stomach. Leaking. Untouched.

"Gonna knot you," Aurelius panted. "Gonna fill you up. Make you mine."

I shook my head. Tears slipped down my temples.

He slammed in one last time. Deep. Deep. His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat exploded inside me. His release flooded hot and thick. Pulse after pulse. I felt it. Every spurt. My belly tightened. Full. Too full.

Aurelius groaned long and low. His body shook. The knot throbbed inside me. Tugging at my rim with every heartbeat.

He collapsed over me. Heavy. Breathing hard. His knot kept us joined. No escape.

Thorne watched. Arms crossed. Smirk on his face.

Cassian's hand slid from my throat to my hair. He stroked once. Soft. Possessive.

Aurelius lifted his head. Looked at Cassian.

"Your turn soon," he said. His voice was rough from pleasure. "He's still fighting. You'll like breaking that."

Cassian said nothing.

His amber eyes burned brighter.

The knot pulsed again.

I whimpered. My body trembled.

Overstimulated.

Overfilled.

Owned.

And it was only the second alpha.

Aurelius's knot held for long minutes.

It throbbed inside me with every heartbeat. Hot pulses of his release kept coming in slow waves. My belly felt tight and full, too full. Every small shift tugged at my rim. Sharp pleasure-pain sparked through me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I refused to beg.

Finally, the knot softened.

Aurelius pulled out with a wet sound. Slick and cum spilled from me. It ran down my crack and pooled on the leather beneath. I clenched on nothing again. Empty. Aching. My body hated the loss as much as it hated the fullness.

Aurelius stood. He wiped sweat from his brow and grinned down at me. "Good boy. Took me like you were made for it."

I glared. No words. My throat felt raw from holding back screams.

Thorne nodded toward Cassian. "Your turn."

Cassian rose from his place at my head. Slow. No rush. He moved like water. Quiet. Inevitable.

He circled the bench once. His amber eyes never left me, studying. Memorizing.

He stopped between my legs and looked down at my wrecked hole. Slick and cum glistened there. Open. Reddened. Still fluttering.

He did not speak.

He never did much.

Instead, he reached down. One finger traced my stretched rim, gentle. Almost careful. The touch made me shiver. My hole clenched around nothing. More slick leaked out.

Cassian's finger slipped inside. Easy. No resistance left after the first two. He crooked it. Pressed against that spot inside me, the one that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I gasped. My back arched. The straps held me down.

He added a second finger, scissoring them. Slow stretch. Opening me wider. Preparing.

His other hand rested on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. Soothing. Claiming.

Thorne and Aurelius watched, silent now, arms crossed. Waiting.

Cassian withdrew his fingers.

He unbuckled his belt. Leather whispered. Pants slid down.

His cock emerged. Long. Curved upward. Thick knot at the base, already swelling. Darker skin flushed. Veins prominent. It looked made to hit deep. To stay.

He lined up. The head nudged my entrance. Hot. Slick. Ready.

He pushed in.

Slow. Inch by inch. No rush. No violence. Just steady pressure, filling me deeper than the others. The curve dragged along my front wall, hitting that spot over and over.

I moaned. Could not stop it. Loud. Broken.

Cassian leaned forward. His long black hair fell around us like a curtain, blocking out the firelight. Only his amber eyes were visible, burning into mine.

He bottomed out. Hips flush. Knot bumping my rim but not forcing yet.

He stayed there. Still. Letting me feel every inch. Every throb.

Then he moved.

Slow rolls. Deep thrusts. Controlled. Precise. Each one aimed to rub that spot, to build the fire slow and steady.

My cock leaked steadily now. Untouched. Dripping onto my stomach.

My hole gripped him, trying to keep him inside.

Pleasure coiled tight. Too much. Not enough.

Cassian's hand slid to my throat again, thumb pressing my pulse. Felt it race.

His other hand wrapped around my cock, first touch there. Firm. Slow strokes matching his thrusts.

I cried out, body jerking against the straps.

He sped up just enough. Thrusts deeper. Knot swelling bigger. Bumping harder. Threatening.

I shook my head. Tears streamed. "No... too much..."

Cassian leaned closer. His breath ghosted my lips.

For the first time, he spoke. Voice low. Rough. Barely a whisper.

"Mine."

One final deep thrust.

His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat flooded me again. Thick ropes of release filled what space was left. My belly swelled slightly. Overfull. Owned.

Cassian stayed buried. Knot pulsing. Hand still stroking my cock in slow pulls.

I shattered.

Orgasm hit hard. White-hot. Vision blurred. Body convulsing. Cum shot across my chest in weak spurts. Hole clenching around his knot. Milking him.

He did not move. Just held me through it. Hand on my throat. Eyes locked on mine.

Silent. Possessive. Complete.

When my tremors faded, he lowered his head. Pressed his forehead to mine.

Still inside. Still locked. Still owning.

Thorne's voice cut through the haze. Low. Satisfied.

"All three of us now. You're marked. Claimed."

Aurelius chuckled. "Welcome to the triad, little omega."

Cassian said nothing more.

He just stayed. Deep. Locked.

Letting me feel it. Letting me know.

There was no escape.

Cassian's knot stayed locked inside me the longest.

It throbbed slow and steady. Each pulse sent fresh heat through my core. My body trembled from the orgasm that had ripped through me. Cum cooled on my chest and stomach. My hole felt raw. Swollen. Stretched beyond what I thought possible.

I could not move. The straps held me open. Exposed.

I stared at the ceiling beams. Chains glinted in the firelight. My breath came in short, shaky pulls.

Cassian finally softened enough to pull out.

He did it gently. Slow withdrawal. Slick and cum followed in a thick rush. It spilled onto the leather and pooled under me. The emptiness hit hard. My walls fluttered, trying to close. I could not quite manage it yet.

He stood. Tucked himself away without a word. His amber eyes lingered on me one moment longer. Then he stepped back.

Thorne moved first.

He crouched beside the bench. Unfastened the ankle straps. Rough hands but careful enough not to tear skin. Aurelius did the wrists. Faster. Less patient.

When the last strap fell away I tried to sit up. Legs shook. Arms weak. I collapsed back down.

Aurelius caught me under the arms. Lifted me like I weighed nothing. Carried me to a pile of thick furs near the hearth. Laid me down on my side. The warmth of the fire licked my skin. Soothing. Almost kind.

I curled in on myself. Tried to hide the mess between my legs. The ache. The shame.

Thorne knelt in front of me.

He tilted my chin up. Forced eye contact.

"You took all three of us," he said, voice low. "No one has ever done that on their first night."

I swallowed. Throat dry. "I did not choose this."

"No," he agreed. "But your body did."

Aurelius dropped down behind me. Pressed against my back. His arm draped over my waist. Heavy. Possessive. His cock, soft now, nestled against my ass as a reminder.

Cassian sat cross-legged nearby. Watched. Silent as always. But his presence filled the space.

Thorne reached for a cloth from a nearby basin filled with warm water. He wiped my chest in slow strokes, cleaning his own cum, Aurelius's, and mine. Then lower. Between my thighs. Gentle pressure on my swollen rim. I hissed.

"Easy," he murmured. "You're going to be sore."

I glared. "Good."

Aurelius chuckled against my neck. Breath hot. "Defiant even now. Cute."

Thorne finished cleaning me. Tossed the cloth aside.

He leaned in. Lips brushed my ear.

"Here are the rules, little omega. Listen close."

I tensed.

"One: You stay in the den. No running. No hiding. We will always find you."

"Two: You eat when we say. Sleep when we say. Come when we say."

"Three: You belong to us. All of us. No favorites. No secrets."

He pulled back. Eyes hard. "Break any rule and there will be punishment. And trust me, you will not like our idea of punishment."

Aurelius nuzzled my neck. Teeth grazed skin. "Or maybe you will. Eventually."

Cassian finally spoke again, voice quiet.

"You are safe here."

I laughed. Bitter. Short. "Safe?"

He met my eyes. Steady.

"Safe from the world outside, not from us."

Thorne stood.

"Rest now. Tomorrow we start training you properly."

Training. The word landed like a stone in my gut.

Aurelius pulled a thick fur blanket over us. Tucked it around my body. His arm stayed locked around my waist. Thorne settled on my other side. Cassian stayed close. Watching.

I lay between them.

Three alphas.

Three claims burned into my skin. My hole. My soul.

Exhaustion pulled at me. Heavy. Relentless.

My eyes drifted shut despite everything.

In the dark behind my lids I saw it.

The raid. The chase. The bench. The knots.

And deeper still: the part of me that had clenched around each of them. That had moaned. That had come apart.

I hated that part.

But it was there.

Growing.

Sleep took me.

Dreams came fast: hot, wet, full of growls, hands, and knots locking tight.

When I woke hours later the fire had died to embers.

Thorne's arm was still around me. Aurelius snored softly behind. Cassian sat watch. Eyes open. Amber glow in the dim light.

I did not move.

Did not speak.

Just felt it.

The weight of them.

The ache inside me.

The slow, terrifying realization.

This was only the beginning.

Then I heard it.

A low, distant howl from outside the den. Not one of their pack. Not familiar.

It carried on the wind, sharp and challenging.

Thorne's arm tightened instantly. His body went rigid.

Aurelius woke with a growl. Cassian was already on his feet, blade in hand.

The howl came again. Closer this time.

Thorne's voice cut through the dark, low and lethal.

"They found us.