Chapter 3

Amber Whyte.

That ugly moment marked my entry into the Thunderstorm Pack. It was the last time I laid my eyes on my father and grandmother.

Not like they cared. They were glad the cursed child they harbored was gone.

And just like that, I became Delilah's personal slave– her favourite punching bag, her toy for starvation, abuse, unending suffering, and punishment.

After every bruise, every slap, every torture, she didn't fail to remind me of my place in this Pack. In her words, "permanently beneath my feet for the rest of your pathetic life."

Days dragged into weeks, each slower than the last. My spirit frayed. My soul was worn out. My body was plastered with exhaustion. Bone-deep exhaustion.

I didn't know how much of this torture I could take. I wake up every day hoping it will be my last.

Still, I was here. In the Thunderstorm Pack. Still within the reach of my twin sister and her mate, Alpha Elion.

My pussy clenched hard at the mention of his name. Elion.

Even in his absence, he made my clit throb shamelessly.

My mouth watered as I pictured him towering above me like he does. Silent. Those icy blue eyes were watching, stalking, undressing me until there was nothing left. His head spiraled with thoughts I wish I could get a hint of. His hands balled in fists by his sides as his claws seeped through his flesh.

One time, I spotted a trail of blood on his lips and fist after he stared at me too much while I was not looking.

Other days, it was his scent, his shadow, his eyes that followed me while I was engrossed in my daily chores. Before I could turn back to look, his presence was gone, as if he had never been there.

But the smell of fresh pine remained with me. Confirming my doubts. He was always there gawking quietly– in the dark, in broad daylight, in the rain, in the shadows, across the private garden, from above; second-floor balcony, during breakfast, when I served dinner.

Those dark carnal eyes never left me.

That was when I realized.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Maybe he was fighting hard to keep his hands to himself after our last encounter.

Too bad...he was already mated to my sister and they just concluded the ceremony a few hours ago.

Delilah had been introduced to the Pack and Elders as the Luna of Thunderstorm Pack.

There was no fucking way in hell I would be entangled with him.

My words may be firm, but my body betrayed me.

I want him. All of him to myself.

My soaked kitty was ready for him, to stretch until it accommodated his massive length.

My lips bled daily from being clenched too hard whenever we were close to each other.

My body was on fire and only his ginormous cock could quench it.

He was the key to ending this insatiable hunger that clawed my pussy mercilessly.

But he was not mine. Not mine to touch. Not mine to fuck.

I would be a liar if I claimed I was fine with him being my sister's mate.

For the first time, I wanted what my sister owned. I envied what she adored.

I was exhausted. Not from Delilah's torment. From Elion.

My pussy grew angry each day it was deprived of his sugar-coated cock.

My body plunged into madness without his touch.

I was in hell. But I was helpless.

He was my twin sister's mate. Elion.

He was off-limits.

He was the forbidden fruit I was taught not to eye.

He was my daily obsession.

The thought made me sick. Yet, I craved him like a drug.

Hissing tiredly as I adjusted the cleaning supplies in my hands, I stopped briefly before two staircases.

My eyes dropped in confusion.

One would lead me to the store where supplies are being kept, but I wasn't sure where the other would lead me.

Since I was pretty new, I had not mastered every nook and cranny in this gigantic Packhouse. Penelope, a friendly maid, was yet to take me on a tour and show me where to avoid and the restricted areas.

My eyes returned to the flight of stairs again as I tried to recall Penelope's instructions.

I couldn't.

Fuck!

I groaned, anger and fatigue seeping into my chest.

Delilah's introduction ceremony left me weak as jelly. For a week, she made sure I set out the necessary arrangements, including scrubbing and decorating the large banquet hall. The worst of all, prepping her ball gowns.

It was one of her humiliations to rub the happiness that I craved on my face.

Here I was exhausted to the bones, trying to navigate my way to avoid being lost.

I settled on the first staircase that took me to the second floor, struggling with the heavy supplies.

Blinking back the sleepiness that clouded my eyes, I forced them open to avoid falling and creating unnecessary noise, especially when it was midnight.

Ten steps into the second floor and something struck me.

A sound. Weird ones. Familiar ones.

Like the continuous slapping of bare flesh against flesh. Deafening. Angry.

Accompanied by a cry. Loud. Feminine.

It was a blend of pain, pleasure, and struggle.

Then panting. Hard and fast. Animalistic.

I should have turned back and taken to my heels. But driven by curiosity, I strode deeper until the sounds were deafening and haunting.

As if possessed, I dropped the supplies on the floor as quietly as I could, following the sound until it led me behind a door.

It was slightly ajar.

"Please, it hurts...don't stop..." Delilah's cries penetrated the silence of the night.

That was when I understood.

That was when I saw the moment I peeked closer and watched through the space.

Delilah was wet from sweat, from arousal, from tears. Spread on the massive bed, naked, like an offering. Her hands cuffed to the sides of the bed, giving her no room for comfort.

Elion was above her, naked in all his glory. His hands were glued to her narrow waist, keeping it firmly in place.

His hips rotated in a circular motion. With speed, agility, with the rhythm of their sharp breaths.

His muscles flexed with every thrust, every push into her womb.

I swallowed, leaning closer as my eyes sparked with desire. With lust. With want. My thighs pressed hard against each other as he plunged deeply into her raining hole.

My lustful eyes dropped.

That was when I saw. His ginormous cock. It was the biggest. Wildest. Out of my imagination. More monstrous than Nathan's. Nothing came close. Not even the side of my forearm.

I caught myself drooling over the impossible length as they burrowed furiously into Delilah's stretched pussy, causing her to break into tears so hard, her thighs shivered with pain.

But he wasn't done.

And I wasn't done watching.

My body wiggled slowly and my core tightened with each thrust. His cock was now shimmering with Delilah's fluid.

My teeth sank into my lips and my fingers slowly grazed over my pussy through the soft fabric.

I was dripping. Leaking over the spot I curled up in, wiggling with pleasure.

Fuck!

It should be me he was slamming into.

His massive cock in my wet hole.

My hands bound in a cuff. My body beneath his.

Stifling a moan, I clasped my hand over my mouth, clenching my pussy hard as I began to rock myself slowly. Steadily.

Without warning, he turned.

I gasped. My breath was caught in my throat. Caught off-balance, I dropped to the floor noisily. My heart pounded against my ribs.

"Who's there?!"

Chapter 4

Amber Whyte.

My heart dropped to my stomach. Fear clawed at my chest.

It was at that moment I realized what I had done.

I was a fucking pervert. A freak.

Gawking in the shadows, peeking lustfully as my twin sister's marriage was consummated.

This was sick. I was sick.

Gathering my weak body, I rose from the floor, dashed out faster than the speed of light.

I didn't answer the calls. I didn't dare look back.

Fuck!

I dropped my supplies there.

Delilah would have my head on a silver platter if she finds out what I did.

That I touched myself inappropriately while she was fucked senseless by her mate, my obsession. That my pussy ached for his cock. That I was leaking uncontrollably for him. For Elion.

That I was losing my mind rapidly.

I didn't stop running until I found myself in my room.

The shabby place Delilah ordered me to stay. It was similar to the attic– far from reach, freezing, dilapidated.

At least I was safe. For now.

Slamming the door and bolting it immediately, my back hit the wall as pants erupted from my parted lips.

I couldn't breathe. The air in my lungs was heavy. My face was contorted with fright, like I had seen a ghost.

My heart thundered violently in my chest, like it was about to jump out, and my body vibrated as if it was being charged with a high-voltage electrical current.

I was shivering. I was trembling. I was terrified.

Not from Delilah's threats and possible punishments.

But from what I saw.

The heavy-duty, monstrous cock, positioned like a loaded machine gun built for destruction. It was fleshy. It was thick. Angry bulging veins scattered around it like lightning.

Each time it rammed furiously into Delilah, it nodded like it understood its primary assignment– that it was built to wreck. To ruin. To destroy. To split open. Without mercy.

My hands found my face, covering my eyes. I forced my brain to shut itself down. Maybe I will be calm. Maybe this burning ache would go.

But it replayed, brighter in my head this time. It didn't matter whether my eyes were shut or open.

I saw it. All of his ginormous cock disappeared as it split Delilah open from within. As it reappeared with her juices coating the cap midway. It didn't let her recover from the aggressive thrust before sinking into her expanded hole again.

I screamed, blocking my ears as I dropped to the cold floor.

But the echoes of her moans resounded in my ears. It was louder this time. Haunting. Unforgiving. Mocking. Her cries. Her screams. Her struggles.

But it only grew worse.

I almost lost it as the squishy sound of her weeping vagina filled every inch of my head. It squelched every time the massive rod found her opening and rammed into it like a savage beast. Because he was.

"Make it stop!" I cried, pulling my hair in agony. In hunger. In desperation.

Jamming my hands against my ears

Instead, it replayed. In high-definition.

Deafening moans. Flash slapping against flesh. Elion.

It wouldn't leave. It was alive in me. Eating me up from within.

Leaving me soaking my panties.

Driving me nuts.

Elion.

He was the first to turn.

Did he see me?

Did he notice me at the entrance?

Fuck. What was I thinking? Salivating as my sister got fucked. Wishing it were me.

The hunger in my pussy roared, sending heat to every inch of my skin.

My body shuddered in need.

I remained on the bed, pressing the pillow against my face as I tried to sleep, hoping it would help to calm me.

I forced myself. Hard. I tried several techniques. But sleep failed me. It felt like my body deliberately mocked me.

My pussy was mad that it was being ignored. That it was denied what it craved.

I got up with a start, heading to the shower.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I slipped into the tiny bathroom, towel wrapped around my naked body.

I didn't bother to shut the door behind me. I couldn't think straight. Elion consumed me.

I turned the shower on. It was scalding enough to melt my desire. The steam wrapped around me like a secret as I hung my towel and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to rain down on me heavily.

My hard nipples tingled. My body quivered. My clit was swollen with need.

My arousal smeared between my thighs like syrup.

I let the water take over me. Cleanse me. Soak me. Take away this ache that drove me insane.

But it didn't help.

Switching to a cold shower was useless. My desires only multiplied.

Until...

My fingers dropped to my sides.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I began to imagine him. Elion. My obsession.

Icy blue eyes pinned on me. Lips sucking my nipples hard. Large fingers gripping my neck hard.

His voice. Deep. Commanding. Like silk. Like a dagger. Whisper into my ears.

"Already wet for me, little dove."

I almost dropped to my knees as my legs nearly gave way.

The heat that radiated in-between my pussy was palpable.

String of fluid lined up my pussy, staining my thighs, leaving me flushed with need.

Without warning, my fingers rested on my swollen clit, gliding softly.

I gasped. Almost choking on my tears as my folds were mad sensitive.

My fingers circled my clitoris gently at first. Then harder. Faster. Furiously.

My eyes rolled back to my sockets as waves of pleasure descended on me.

My breath turned into short pants.

My moans grew loud. The water roared.

My legs gave out, causing me to fall to the wet ground, but I didn't stop.

My fingers worked faster. Angrier.

They were coated with my juices now.

Fuck! Elion!

I cried, his image plastered in my mind.

I fucked myself hard. My fingers were circling my clit as my fluid got sticky.

Messy, oozing out of me uncontrollably.

"You like touching yourself for me, little dove? Next time, it will be my cock hitting your cervix. You'll bleed. But I won't stop."

Chapter 5

Amber Whyte.

I woke up to my sheets soaked with my cum.

My slick thighs trembled. All ten fingers wrapped around my pussy folds twitched nonstop.

The night was long. Unforgiving. Torturing.

I barely slept. Barely shut my tired eyes.

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't concentrate.

Not after what I saw last night.

Not after knowing how wild he would still be plunging into my sister's hole.

Not after their groans still stuck to my head, replaying as if on a fucking loop.

Not after I lost count of how many times I touched myself after my episode in the shower.

Still, it was not enough. Not enough to quell this mad hunger lodged between my legs. Not enough to satisfy my dark desires.

And still... I dreamt of him.

Elion.

His monstrous cock stuffed into my pussy, filling every inch until it expanded to accommodate only half his length.

I exploded for him. Multiple times.

When I thought my pussy was dry from how excessive my orgasms descended, it poured out again, like a fountain.

Elion not only infiltrated my dream. He invaded my thoughts.

I swore I talked to him dirty in my dreams.

By the Moon goddess, I called him Daddy.

Not Elion. Not Alpha. Just Daddy.

And he responded with a dark, carnal smirk enough to make my knees wobble.

I swore I could still hear his filthy talk from my dream. His promises. His threats. His desires. They echoed in my head on replay.

"Be a good girl for Daddy and choke on this dick."

"Good. Touch yourself. Fuck yourself hard because next time, I'll show you what real pleasure is. I will stretch that dirty cunt until there is nothing left."

A soft moan escaped from my cracked throat as warm liquid ran freely from my vagina, staining the sheets.

I heaved a sigh, swallowing hard as my eyes swept across the mess I created.

Nowhere was spared. My body was soaked in my cum. It ran from the hair of my head to the heel of my feet.

It was messy. But I remained fused to the bed, reminiscing over last night.

I wasn't ashamed. And by chance it happens? I would gladly do it again. Fuck myself again. Think about him again. Moan his name during my orgasm again. Dream about him again.

I rose up, peeling my sticky clothes from my body and discarding them into the laundry. I did the same to the sheets.

I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my figure, and walked over to the only tiny window that ventilated the room to open it.

I wish I didn't. Because he was standing downstairs.

Elion.

In his glory.

Dominating force. Clad in his signature outfit– black shirt, black pants, black leather jacket. Black boots. Eyes like fire. Lips like poison. Muscles flexed in unison as he barked commands at his Beta.

His face glowed brightly under the warmth of the morning sun. His black jet finger brushed hair to the side, swaying in the wind.

Damn! He was so fine. I could watch him forever.

But the moment his voice rang in my ears. I felt something charge up my clit.

Gently at first, like a tingle, but it vibrated with full force, forcing me to collapse on my knees.

Shamelessly, I parted my thighs wide, guiding my fingers on my glistened thighs before rubbing my clitoris.

My eyes remained fixed on him as I screamed from pleasure. From how sensitive my clit was.

I licked my lips greedily, throwing my head back as beads of tears trickled down my eyes.

I didn't stop. I couldn't. Every circling was met with a more aggressive one that left me shuddering in excitement.

My stomach formed multiple knots the more my fingers worked tirelessly, sinking in and out of my pussy.

A knock on my door jolted me from cloud nine.

But I didn't stop.

Not until I've gotten rid of this ache.

It didn't take long before my orgasm shot out of me, leaving me convulsing with pleasure.

My eyes darted to Elion once more. The man who made me cum without touching me. All he had to do was just breathe, exist.

That was how much power he had over me.

Finally, I took a shower, changed into the old casual clothes that Penelope handed to me because there was a delay in sewing my uniform.

Hours later, I got busy scrubbing the dirt off the wall in another building a few yards from the Pack house.

Although my work was only restricted to the Pack house, Delilah insisted I scrub the walls and the floors until my fingers bled. She wanted them spotlessly clean until her reflection stared back at her from the wall.

It was impossible.

But who am I to turn down her request?

When I was done, I found myself in the Pack stable, tending to horses and cleaning the environment. It was a few distance away from the Packhouse, stationed behind it.

Delilah had instructed that my lunch break should be used to tend to the horses and my siesta should be canceled.

My stomach gnawed in hunger and my bones cracked in exhaustion.

Tears burned at the back of my eyes as the image of Delilah plastering my breakfast on my head replayed in my head.

A day never crosses without her public humiliation. Yet I endured.

I concluded that if she refused to let me have dinner, I would sneak into the kitchen and steal some. It's been days since I've eaten.

"Amber! There you are."

I turned to look behind me as I was startled by the noise.

Before me was Penelope. She was also a maid in the Packhouse and an Omega too.

Her friendliness drew me close to her.

"I've been searching for you everywhere," she resumed, drawing closer to me.

"I stopped by your room in the morning. I knocked several times but got no response. I didn't want you to oversleep because I sensed that you were extremely tired from yesterday's workload."

She was already beside me. Her hands wrapped my finger and it made my insides sparkle with warmth, with love.

At least someone cared about me.

"Guess I overslept," I lied, forcing a smile to conceal it.

So it was her knocking while I fucked myself?

"You look exhausted. Did you even sleep?" She asked, her voice was laced with concern and care as her fingers spread on my face, examining the circles below my eyes.

"You look like something is draining you. Is it your sister? Did she punish you again?" Her voice dropped. This time, it was filled with a blend of anger and pity.

"No." I shook my head, taking a step from her as heat began to radiate my body.

How could I tell her I was attracted to my twin sister's mate? And I wanted to fuck him?

Lost in the trail of thoughts, her words didn't make it into my ears.

I was alone...until I wasn't.

I felt him.

His aura.

His scent.

His power.

Right outside the stable, mounting on a fucking horse. Riding it with vigor. With a stance. With steeze and composure.

He was smoking hot. Drop-dead gorgeous as he maneuvered the horse gently by the reins.

I swallowed hard, fixing my gaze on him as my mind centered on him.

At that moment, I grew dangerously jealous of the horse. I wish it was me he was riding. Mounting.

My nipples hardened and I felt a tingle in my kitty.

Not now.

Not beside Penelope.

"Hello?!" A voice yelled, causing me to jerk in shock.

"Amber? You are lost. What is wrong with you? You are acting weird."

I quickly shifted my gaze to avoid her noticing that I was checking Elion out. But it was too late.

One push away from the window to conceal ourselves.

Her eyes widened in a mix of shock and fear, leaving me perplexed.

"You were checking out the Alpha, weren't you?" Her tone was slow, soft, and accusing.

I couldn't deny. She caught me. Red-handed.

"He is off-limits," her whispers made me shrug sadly.

"I know. He is my sister's mate."

"No," she paused, her hand dropped on my shoulder in concern.

Like something terrified her. I started to get scared. Confused.

"The Alpha is not who you think he is. He destroys everyone and everything in his path. He will destroy you. Don't mess with him, I beg you. Stay away as far as possible."

Her warnings lingered in the air, thickening the atmosphere with fear.

I swore a chill ran down my spine.

"The curse will swallow you before you even realize it..."

She gasped, freezing in place as terror flooded her eyes. She remained rooted to the spot, shivering like she had been called into a trance.

Soon, she recovered herself, dusted the hay that clung to her body, and resumed work.

We never spoke about it. And when I asked, she was too terrified to answer.

I glanced outside the stable through the window, but Elion wasn't there.

I felt empty.

Hours later, I was alone, half done with my work.

But my mind pounded heavily on her words.

I couldn't get it off my mind.

The curse would swallow me?

What curse?

Why would it swallow me?

Suddenly, the air thickened as a powerful presence surrounded me.

Without turning, I knew it was he who stared.

Elion.

Jumping in fear as my eyes got locked with his dark ones, my heart skipped two beats as he drew dangerously close to me.

"It was you, wasn't it?" His deep voice echoed, almost forcing me into heat.

I almost choked on my words as his scent assaulted my nose, leaving me shivering breathlessly.

"Me?" My voice came out cracked, in a whisper, shaky. Betraying me. My breath grew erratic.

"It was you, last night. Rooted in the shadow behind the door watching how I fucked your sister senseless. How she moaned against my cock. You stood there wishing it was you. Waiting for your turn."

My breath hitched. My stomach dropped.

He fucking knew.

"You stood there dripping for me. Fingers grazing your cunt, waiting for your turn to be ruined by Daddy's cock."

I couldn't breathe.

"You want to be presented to my altar like a sacrifice. You want to be devoured until there is nothing left. You want me to ride you the way I rode that horse. You can't get enough of me..."

"You talk filthy in your sleep. Dream about me. Wake up in the middle of the night to change your soaked sheets because your little cunt can't stop exploding."

He leaned dangerously close and I almost collapsed in ecstasy.

"And now. You are soaked for me. Hungry and ready for Daddy's cock. Right here. Right now."