Desired by Two Alphas

the vase. She should have not welcomed Ansel at midnight,

roat. She must endure the pain; she is Cal's property. She

has never been her

Cal's mercy, and she deserved this. All of this. She should have

says "I told you we can never be together." She watched as Ansel's fingers curle

l was laughing devilishly, relishing the tightness

cover up the silent weep she just released, she faked a moan, as if she was enjoying Cal's monstrosity. "Ahh..." a

r head lower, his palm was the size of her face. She f

devil in a wolf's clothing. "Sasha wi

ore he could make a step forward. Cal returned his attent

hat, even if Giro's voice was just above a whisper. Cal seized her hair and tu

sha's throat bobbed and realized why there are times like this where she cannot move or run. It's as if s

s fingers parted them and she ended up m

. The Alpha wrapped his hands around her neck and hoisted her a bit. Sasha's neck almost cr

d his claw and it wounded Sasha's stomach. T

is sadistic, but

s time, Cal threw her to the floor and positioned her body like a wheelbar

king with her grazed palm. "Did my

There is none much evil

at. Giro barreled his arms between the two but Cal was stronger, fierc

ha." The way he mockingly uttered Cal's title sent his smile more lethal. "You

nt Ansel tumbling to the groun

here the scent of Sasha's blood flooded his senses. G

realized this second that Ca

a of the Fire Moon Pack's claws tore her th

im to the carpeted floor the moment he climb

rs combed her rumpled hair, the other circling the firm shape of her bosom. "But I am not that wicked to take away Sasha from you, too. Decapitating your fa

droom where numerous Alphas have found their solace in this place. "Especially when we are in the place where we spend most of our time." A bedroom is also an extension of an Alpha's office. Not just an office,

y not be that loud, but it was enoug

ith the level of wickedness in your heart, you can sit on the blazing hell's throne and it can look like as if Satan was an amateur." She burst into a c

woman, a Slave. Yet she's being treated as a toy and animal remorselessly by Cal. Giro, too, curled his finge

le finger. "That's the only way you can prove your dominant, bu

of her neck and shoved

al's juice still dripping from her

throat before he realized what Sasha has done, a huge ga

as Cal stared at the half of his organ, s