Claimed and Owned by the Alphas Novel – Every year they came. Every year they tormented. Every year they stared from dark eyes and huge bodies at the offerings of the village. This year was my year.
Turning eighteen was meant to be some amazing experience that the village deemed as an honor because of them. Like being a chew toy for a bunch of asshole alphas for the night was something to celebrate. Like saving my v****a to be ripped to shreds by them meant I should be forever grateful to their big hairy balls.
Yeah, right. The village was usually quiet, but not tonight. Tonight was the blood moon. The night of the offerings. It was alive with music and the roar of a bonfire as the village prepared. I looked over at the white dress my mother had laid out and sneered.
I had contemplated forgoing the whole thing by ruining my “purity” with the baker’s son in the men’s village, but last time they had been offered a nonvirgin, the alphas had lost their s**t and burned almost every hut to the ground, ravaging the offender like a w***e in front of the flames. I shuddered at the memory of her splayed limbs getting f****d for the entire village to see.
The worst part was, she had enjoyed it. They were that good with their wolf d***s. The girl thought she was some sacrifice to them, giving her body willingly, letting them take her in every hole in the dirt and mud, screaming in pleasure for hours. I shuddered and sank below the water of the tub I was in.