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

Warning: This Chapter Is Yet To Edit

Alpha Harlan carried Elara out of his secret room. She was unconscious in his arms, her face pale. At the entrance stood Alpha Vesper, his expression unreadable. Alpha Harlan ignored him.

His focus slipped down to her cheek. She gently squeezed his hand, reassuring him that she was there, that she understood.

Elara shook her head, stepping closer to wrap her arms around him. He leaned into her embrace, drawing strength from her support.

"You don't have to hide from me," she said softly. "We'll face this together." Her words gave him a sense of hope, a belief that perhaps he didn't have to battle his nature alone. He nodded, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, steady and reassuring.

111. Dragon War [IV]