Elita_Mozis

WARNING: R18+

Alpha Vesper: 
"Deal?!" Alpha Vesper proposed.

"Deal!' Elara accepted relief washed over her face and gratitude in her eyes. 

"You will be a slave to no other one but me, you will serve and listen to only me, and henceforth you are mine…only!" his voice hushed out darkly upon her face.

Even though his words had a heavy impact on her, she smiled and nodded. "Yes… I will be yours..."

Alpha Harlan:
"You are mine! You are not a slave to anyone... not even to me!" He declared, already up from the bed. His anger surfaced and his impulse was diving heavily like a beast that was just unbridled from its cage.

Elara was not concerned by his action, she lashed out, "I would rather be a slave to him than be your mate!"

Her words hit him like a heavy weight hitting an ice lake, it cracked and shattered his heart into a million pieces. 

"You are mine, Elara!" darkly and steadily he affirmed to her, "There is nothing you can do!"

Alpha Zephyr:
Inched from her face, he burrowed his gray eyes into her hazel eyes, her thoughts became visible to him. His hand caressed her hair down and stopped by her lips. 

"You might be my brother's Luna and the other one's slave, but to me, you are someone I will devour first."
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Caught in between hatred, lust, and love!
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A once Princess, sold as a slave, caught between Triplet Alpas who in turn become her haven, heaven, and also her hell!
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Tormented by her uncle and betrayed by her brother, Elara, the Third-generation Wolf Princess of King Draven, the Alpha King of Romic Moon Pack, whose kingdom was ambushed and destroyed by his brother, Gathrick.

Elara, having an inner wolf with two different colored eyes without a shifting ability, was assumed to be cursed. Right from the death of her parents, Elara was enslaved by her brother and uncle, tortured, tormented, and haunted until she was sold out of her Pack to the most powerful Pack.

Elara with the mind of vengeance was caught between two out of the rogue triplet Alphas who couldn't accept a slave as their mate but rather claimed her as their throne's pet.

Trapped in the domain of her mates, would Elara ever seek revenge and rise through the dust?

Sold To The Triplet Alphas

At the Mansion in the Artic Forest, Alpha Harlan was laid on the bed. There was a better improvement in him though his pulse was still weak.

A large map of the kingdom hung on one wall, and a small table held various bottles and scrolls.

The bed was simple but sturdy, covered with a thick blanket. The room had a single window, letting in a soft, golden light that cast a warm glow over everything. The First Alpha's travel bags were packed and ready, sitting neatly by the door.

Luna and the Second Alpha gently helped the First Alpha onto the bed. He lay back, breathing heavily, his face pale and drawn. Luna sat beside him, holding his hand, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

"We need to get you to the mansion in the forest," the Second Alpha said softly. "It's the safest place right now."

114. Dungeon [II]