Amaya POV

I ran before I could even think of anything.My feet slam against hallway floors, not caring who sees me, not caring about the stares or the whispers that follow. My chest is tight, too tight, like someone's wrapped iron bands around my ribs and they're squeezing tighter with every breath.

Mate.

That word. That single word echoing in my skull in a voice that wasn't quite human.

I didn't survive six months of hell just to be claimed by three alphas who think I belong to them because of some biological accident. I'm not anyone's mate. I'm not anyone's anything I'm just me...

I burst through a door, my assigned room, the one Principal Thorne showed me this morning when I woke up. I slam it shut, twist the lock, and immediately start pulling open drawers. There's not much, a few uniforms, basic toiletries, nothing that's actually mine because I don't have anything anymore.

My hands are shaking so badly I can barely grip the bag I find in the closet. I shove clothes inside, not folding, not caring. Just need to move. Getting out of here is the next big thing.

Heat. It slams into my abdomen like a fist, sudden and vicious. I double over, gasping, the bag falling from my fingers.

No. Not now. Not yet. It's too soon.

But I know this feeling. The facility made sure I knew it intimately, the artificial heats they triggered with their injections, over and over, studying how my body responded, how far they could push before I broke.

This is worse. This is real.

My skin is on fire, crazy and intense. Every nerve ends screaming. The room spins and I stumble to the desk, yanking open the drawer where I hid the suppressant I stole from the facility's medical wing during my escape. Three syringes left. My hands shake as I grab one.

Tears blur my vision. I can barely see the needle as I pull off the cap with my teeth, can barely find the vein in my arm. The first jab misses. The second..

The needle slides in. I press the plunger, sobbing as the cold liquid burns through my bloodstream.

"Please work," I whisper, pressing my forehead against the desk. "If you don't,I'm totally in a big and crazy mess."

For a moment, the heat reduces. Just a moment. Then it roars back twice as strong.

I screamed, biting down on my arm to muffle the sound. My body is betraying me again, just like it did on that table, and I can't, I can't do this again.. The door explodes inward. Wood splinters. The lock tears free. Three bodies fill the doorway, massive, powerful, eyes glowing that inhuman gold.

Alvaro in the center, the dark-haired one from the roof. Javier to his left, blonde and brutal-looking. Luciano on the right, black hair, silver eyes that are currently fixed on me like I'm prey.

"Get out," I rasp, backing against the wall. "Get out,I said get out.."

Alvaro nostrils flare. His eyes lock on the syringe still dangling from my arm. His face twists, rage and something else, something that looks almost like pain.

"What did you inject?" His voice is rough, barely controlled.

"Suppressant." I rip the needle out, throw it at him. It bounces off his chest. "To stop this. To stop you."

Javier moves faster than I can track, suddenly right in front of me, gripping my chin and tilting my head back. His touch burns. Everything burns.

"You're hurting yourself," he growls. "We can smell the chemicals in your blood. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking I don't want to be claimed!" I shove at his chest but he doesn't budge. "I don't want this bond. I don't want any of you. Just, reject me. Please. Say you reject me and let me go in peace,I promise I won't fight you all."

"No." Alvaro voice cuts through the room like a blade.

"Mates are sacred," Luciano adds, his voice quieter but no less intense. "We don't reject our mate."

"Then I reject you!" The words tear out of my throat, desperate. "I, Amaya, reject..."

Pain explodes through my chest. Not physical pain, something deeper, something that feels like my soul is being ripped apart. I collapse, and Javier catches me before I hit the floor.

"Stop," he orders, lowering me onto the bed. "You're killing yourself. The bond won't allow rejection. Not this strong. Not this fast."

"I don't care." I'm crying now, full sobs that shake my whole body. "I can't do this. I can't be owned again. I can't.."

The heat surges again, vicious and uncontrollable. My back arches off the bed. A sound rips from my throat, half scream, half something else, something needy that I hate.

All three of them go rigid. The air in the room thickens, charged with tension so heavy I can barely breathe through it.

"Out," Alvaro snaps at the other two. "Both of you, out now."

"Like hell," Javier growls, but there's strain in his voice. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, shaking with the effort of not moving.

I can't think. Unable focus. My body is moving on instinct, reaching for the closest one, Luciano . My fingers dig into his shirt, clawing at fabric and the muscle beneath. He catches my wrists, holding them away from him, but I'm already leaning in, pressing my face against his throat, breathing in his scent. Pine and night air and something dark that makes my wolf howl inside my skull.

"Amaya." My name on his lips sounds like a prayer and a warning. "You need to stop."

But I can't. I'm kissing his throat, his jaw, tasting salt and smoke. He makes a sound low in his chest, half growl, half groan.

Alvaro is there suddenly, pulling me back, pinning my arms against my sides. "You're not in control. This isn't you."

"I know!" I thrash against his hold but he's too strong. They're all too strong. "I know this isn't me. The facility, they did something to me. Broke something. I can't control the heats, they come too fast, too strong.."

I break off, gasping, as another wave hits. My entire body trembles violently. I'm burning from the inside out and the only thing that would help, the only thing my instincts are screaming for, is them.

"Please," I beg, but I don't know what I'm begging for anymore. For them to leave? For them to stay? For this to stop? For it to never stop?

Javier kneels in front of me, his hand cupping my face with surprising gentleness. "Tell us what they did to you."

"Experiments." The word is barely a whisper. "Heat experiments. Breeding program. They wanted perfect hybrids. Needed, females who could.."

I can't finish. Can't say it out loud. But they understand. I can see it in their faces, the fury, the horror, the murderous rage that makes their eyes glow brighter.

"We're going to kill them," Alvaro says quietly. "Every single one of them."

"I don't want revenge." My voice cracks. "I just want this to stop. I don't want to want you. I don't want this bond. I don't want.."

But my body betrays me again, pressing back against Alvaro chest, seeking his warmth, his scent, his touch. My wolf is clawing at the inside of my skull, snarling one word over and over.

Claim them. Claim them. Claim them.

"I don't want this," I sob, even as my body trembles violently, even as heat coils tighter in my abdomen, even as every instinct I have screams the opposite. "Please..."

But deep inside, underneath the fear and the trauma and the desperation, my wolf whispers with absolute certainty:

Claim them.

Alvaro POV

She's dying in my arms. Not literally, but close enough. Her body is burning up, shaking so violently I can feel it through my shirt. The scent of her heat is driving my wolf insane, clawing at my insides, demanding I do something, fix this, claim what's mine.

But she doesn't want to be claimed. She made that clear to us.

"We need to move her," Luciano says, his voice tight. He's standing by the window, deliberately not looking at us. Smart. One wrong move and we'll all lose control.

"Where?" Javier eyes are pure gold now, his wolf too close to the surface. "Where the hell can we take her that's safe?"

"The cabin." I shift Amaya in my arms, trying to ignore how perfectly she fits against my chest. "It's private. Warded. No one can get in so easily and that is the safest place for her, at least for now.."

She makes a small sound against my neck, half whimper, half purr. Then her lips press against my throat, hot and soft, and my entire body goes rigid.

"Alvaro," she breathes, and I nearly drop her.

"Don't," I grit out, forcing myself to move toward the door. "Don't talk. Don't, just don't."

But she's not listening. Her fingers are tangled in my shirt, her face buried in the crook of my neck, breathing me in like I'm oxygen and she's drowning..

We make it three steps into the hallway before I smell them, other males. At least a dozen, drawn by her heat like moths to a flame. They round the corner ahead of us. Eyes glowing. Postures aggressive.

"That's the new girl," one of them says, nostrils flaring. "She's in heat. Unmated."

"Back off," Javier snarls, stepping in front of me. His body is already shifting, claws extending, canines lengthening. "She's ours and ours alone. We don't share."

"You haven't marked her yet." Another male steps forward, older, probably a senior. "That means she's fair game for everyone here."

Fair game. Like she's prey. Like she's something to be hunted. The rage that explodes through me is unlike anything I've ever felt. My wolf surges forward and I let him, still holding Amaya against my chest with one arm while my other hand extends, claws ripping through skin.

"Touch her and I'll rip your throat out and make you watch."

My voice isn't human anymore. It's all wolf, all alpha, all murderous intent. The males hesitate. They can feel my power, we're Alpha Heirs for a reason. Our bloodlines are ancient, our wolves stronger than most.

But her scent is strong too. Intoxicating. They're weighing their options, deciding if claiming her is worth dying for or not.

Luciano doesn't give them time to choose. He moves like liquid, slamming the first male against the wall hard enough to crack stone. "She Is Ours, touch her and you are no more than dead meat."

That breaks the standoff. Two more lunge forward. Javier meets them mid-charge, all fang and fury.

I can't help. Can't put Amaya down. Can't risk someone grabbing her while I'm distracted. So I run, cradling her against my chest, taking the back stairwell two steps at a time while my brothers handle the fight behind me.

She's kissing my neck again, little desperate sounds escaping her throat that are making it impossible to think straight.

"Stop," I beg, kicking open the exit door. "Amaya, please stop."

"Can't," she whimpers. "Hurts. Everything hurts."

The cabin is across the courtyard, tucked into the tree line where the school grounds end and wild forest begins. It's ours, a sanctuary we claimed years ago when the dorms became too suffocating, too full of politics and posturing.

I cover the distance in seconds, shouldering through the door just as Javier and Luciano catch up. Luciano's knuckles are bloody. Javier has a cut across his cheek that's already healing.

"Lock it," I order, carrying Amaya toward the back bedroom. "Ward it. No one gets in."

The bedroom is dark, cool, the bed bigger than necessary because we're all too large for normal furniture. I lay her down as gently as I can, but she won't let go of my shirt.

"Don't leave," she gasps, pupils blown wide. "Please don't.."

"I have to." I pry her fingers loose, hating myself for it. "You asked us not to claim you. So we won't. But that means we can't stay in here with you, not while you're like this."

"Alvaro.."

I'm out the door before she can finish, closing it between us. My hands are shaking as I turn the lock. Javier and Luciano stand in the main room, both looking as wrecked as I feel.

"This is insane," Javier mutters, running both hands through his hair. "She's our mate and we just locked her in a room alone during her heat."

"She doesn't want us." Luciano voice is flat, but I can hear the pain underneath. "She asked us to reject her."

"She's scared." I lean against the door, trying to slow my racing heart. "Whatever they did to her in that facility, it broke something. She's terrified of being owned, of being used."

"We wouldn't.." Javier starts.

"She doesn't know that." I close my eyes, but that's a mistake because all I can see is her face, her eyes, the way she looked at us like we were the monsters.

Maybe we are..

A sound comes through the door, soft at first. A whimper. Then another. Then a cry that makes my wolf howl in response to the sound,this is really awkward..

"Alvaro," she calls, voice breaking. "Please..."

My hands curl into fists. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to go to her, to comfort her, to give her what her body needs. But she said no.

"We should mark her," Javier says quietly. "It would help. The bond would ease her heat, make it controllable."

"She doesn't want the bond," Luciano counters. "Doing anything now would be going against her wishes. I want her to like us not see us as people who took advantage of her "

"She doesn't want to suffer either." Thorn's eyes are desperate. "Listen to her. She's in fucking pain. Only the Moon knows how many agony she is in."

The cries are getting louder now. Desperate. My chest feels like it's being ripped apart.

"We can't," I force out. "Not without her consent. Not when she's not in her right mind. That would make us no better than the bastards who hurt her."

"So we just let her suffer?" Javier voice rises. "That's our mate in there, Alvaro. Our mate. And she's.."

He cuts off as the crying suddenly stops. The silence is worse than the noise. My heart stops. Literally stops for a beat before slamming back to life double-time.

"Amaya?" I call through the door.

Nothing. Nothing at all.

"Amaya!"

Still nothing. My hand is on the lock before I can think. Javier grabs my arm.

"Don't. She could be sleeping. The suppressant might have.."

"She's not sleeping." I can feel it through the bond, that thin thread connecting us. Something's wrong. "Move aside."

I twist the lock and throw open the door. Immediately a blurry figure tackles me before I can react. One second I'm standing, the next I'm on my back with Amaya straddling my hips. And she is...naked. Completely, devastatingly naked. Her skin glowing with heat, eyes wild and gold, her scent so strong it's choking me.

"Please," she breathes, hands pressed against my chest, trembling. "I can't fight it anymore. I tried. I tried so hard but it hurts and you're right here and I need.."

Her voice breaks. A tear slides down her cheek. She leans down, her hair falling around us like a curtain, blocking out everything else. Her lips hover over mine, so close I can feel her breath, hot and desperate. Our hearts are racing, beating in sync.

"I need you," she whispers. "All of you. Please."

Her mouth brushes mine, the barest touch..

Amaya's POV

My lips crashed against Alvaro first, the alpha heir's mouth claiming mine with a growl that vibrated through my chest. The secret cabin's dim firelight flickered over us, casting shadows on the worn wooden walls and the pile of blankets we'd thrown down in haste. We'd barely spoken since discovering the mate bond hours ago-just stunned stares and this burning pull that made my body ache like fire. As a runaway breeding experiment, I'd known heat before, but this? It was feral, amplified by three alphas, my students turned mates, their scents wrapping around me like chains.

Alvaro's tongue plunged deep, dominating the kiss, his large hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I moaned into him, my pussy already throbbing, slickness soaking my thighs from the bond's relentless surge. He broke away, eyes dark with possession. "You're ours now, Amaya. No running this time."

I spun toward Javier next, a mischievous grin flashing before his lips met mine-eager, teasing, his tongue flicking like he was tasting forbidden fruit. His hands roamed freely, one sliding up my shirt to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it peaked. Enthusiasm poured from him, his body pressing close, cock hard against my hip through his jeans. "Fuck, you kiss like you need this bad," he murmured against my mouth, nipping my lower lip. "Bet that pussy's dripping for us already."

The words ignited me, my core clenching with need. I pulled back, breathless, and turned to Luciano, the shy one hovering at the edge. His inexperienced eyes widened as I grabbed his collar, yanking him in. Our kiss started tentative-his lips soft, hesitant-but the bond surged, and he responded with a quiet whimper, tongue shyly meeting mine. His hands trembled on my arms, but he deepened it, sucking gently on my tongue like he was afraid I'd vanish. "Ma-ma'am... I don't know..." he breathed, face flushing, but his erection strained against me, betraying his hunger.

I jumped between them again, a whirlwind of mouths and hands-Alvaro's commanding pull on my hair to drag me back for another bruising kiss, Javier playful bites along my jaw while he ground against my ass, Luciano soft explorations of my neck, his breath hot and uneven. Emotions tangled in my chest: confusion at how these boys-my fellows students-had become my everything in hours, fear from my past experiments where bodies were tools, and this wild joy at the bond's promise of more than breeding. But talking? Impossible. The heat demanded action, my skin feverish, pussy pulsing with empty need.

Alvaro took charge, his voice a low rumble. "Enough teasing. Strip her. She's burning up for us." Javier laughed, a wicked sound, and tugged my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts-heavy, nipples aching from the bond's fire. Luciano hesitated but followed, his fingers fumbling with my pants, sliding them down with my panties in one go. Naked before them, I shivered, not from cold but the intensity of their gazes devouring me.

They shed their clothes fast-Alvaro muscled chest rippling as he kicked off his jeans, his thick cock springing free, veined and ready; Javier leaner frame, his dick curving up with eager promise; Luciano slimmer build, his length flushed and twitching from nerves. I dropped to my knees on the blankets, the cabin's pine scent mixing with their musky arousal. "Please," I whispered, voice hoarse, the heat making me bold. "I need you inside me. All of you."

Alvaro stepped forward first, fisting his cock at my lips. "Open wide, mate. Suck me, show me how needy the bond's turning you into." I obeyed, mouth stretching around his girth, tongue swirling the salty tip before taking him deep. He groaned, hand in my hair guiding my head, thrusting shallowly. Javier knelt beside me, offering his cock to my hand-I stroked him firmly, feeling him throb, while he reached down to pinch my nipple. "That's it, princess. Jerk me while you choke on my brother's dick. You're gonna milk us dry."

Luciano watched, biting his lip, until I pulled off Alvaro with a pop and turned to him. "Your turn," I said softly, but with the heat's edge. He nodded, inching closer, and I took him in-gentler, sucking with hollowed cheeks, his shy moan music to my ears. "Oh god, this... feels so good," he gasped, hips jerking involuntarily. Alvaro and Javier stripped the rest, their hands everywhere-Alvaro's fingers dipping between my legs, finding my soaked pussy. "Fuck, she's drenched. This cunt's begging for it."

He pushed me back onto the blankets, spreading my thighs wide. Javier and Luciano flanked me, cocks in hand as Alvaro positioned himself, rubbing his tip through my folds. "Gonna fuck you first, claim this tight hole," he growled, slamming in deep with one thrust. I cried out, walls clenching around his thickness, the stretch burning sweet from the bond. He pounded hard, dominant rhythm shaking my body, balls slapping my ass.

Javier leaned in, capturing my mouth in a messy kiss while his hand rubbed my clit in fast circles. "Ride his cock, baby. Show us how bad you want to be bred by your alphas." The word hit hard-echoes of my past-but here, it felt right, the heat twisting pain into pleasure. Luciano, gaining courage, sucked on my breast, tongue laving the nipple as he stroked himself.

Alvaro pulled out abruptly, leaving me whining, and flipped me onto all fours. "Javier, take her mouth. Luciano, her ass-finger it, get her ready." Javier grinned, kneeling before me, feeding his cock past my lips-I sucked greedily, tasting myself on him from earlier teases. Luciano's tentative fingers circled my back entrance, slick with my arousal, pressing one in slowly. "Like this?" he asked, voice shaky, but the intrusion made me moan around Javier, pushing back.

"Deeper, Lucy," Alvaro commanded from behind, his cock nudging my pussy again before thrusting in. The double penetration-his dick filling my cunt, Luciano's finger in my ass-sent sparks exploding. Javier fucked my face, hands in my hair. "Swallow me, Amaya. Gonna cum down your throat while Alvaro breeds that pussy."

Emotions swirled-overwhelm at their dominance, tenderness for Luciano care, thrill from Javier playfulness, Alvaro unyielding control. No words for the bond's magic or my scars; just this raw union. I came hard, pussy spasming around Alvaro, muffled screams on Javier's cock. He followed, hot spurts flooding my mouth-"Swallow every drop, mate"-as I did, greedy for it.

Alvaro kept thrusting through my orgasm, then pulled out, slick cock pressing against my ass. "My turn here." With Luciano finger withdrawn, he eased in slowly, the burn intense but welcome. Javier slid beneath me, guiding my pussy onto his dick in one smooth motion. Filled in both holes, I gasped, the fullness overwhelming. Luciano knelt close, and I reached for his cock, stroking him as he watched, eyes wide.

They moved in tandem-Alvaro's deep ass thrusts, Javier upward pussy pounds-dirty talk raining down. "Feel that? Two cocks stretching you wide," Alvaro grunted. "Our little teacher's turning into a perfect fucktoy." Javier chuckled, hips snapping. "Gonna fill you up. Make you ours forever."

Luciano's shyness cracked; he leaned in, kissing me softly amid the chaos, his cock twitching in my hand. "I... I want to cum with you," he whispered. The bond pulled him closer, and he positioned at my breasts, rubbing his tip against my skin until he spilled, ropes of cum painting my chest.

The sight pushed me over again, walls milking Javier and Alvaro. They roared, Alvaro flooding my ass, Javier my pussy-hot, claiming seed that quenched the heat just enough. We collapsed in a tangle, bodies slick, breaths ragged. The cabin spun with complicated afterglow: mates, but strangers still. Yet the bond whispered promises, even without words.