Bride to the Cursed Triplet Alphas

Desdemona’s POV

This one was blonde.

“Oh! Oh yes!” the woman with the perfect hair purred with an exaggerated moan. Really? Can’t anyone tell that the girl is extremely dramatic just for the sake of something this inane?

But Three doesn’t care.

He is a rather selfish fellow, that I have noticed. He let’s One and Two do most of the heavy lifting and then he steps in and does something so damn scandalous that you would be aflush with shame. But I wasn’t ashamed at all. Rather I looked carefully at what he was doing. He was doing pretty good, if the woman’s moans and breathy pants were to be believed.

It is not really that scandalous. I mean, he is just fucking her…not even making love. He is going to cum in her after eighteen strokes. Hard ones though, chasing his own release and she is fake moaning like she is going to win the Oscar for this performance.

At times like this I would really feel that cheese caramel popcorn would be the best snack. I mean what could be better than live porn being played before you, after all?

Where the hell do they find these kind of bimbos I wanted to ask them? But I could not ask them, now could I?

Because I was dreaming them. Rather, I was locked in a dream like this every single night since I had turned nineteen to see the three of them.

Every single night.

A different girl. The three of them sharing. No names. Nothing.

So I had to name them. One, Two and Three sounded the best. But now I am waiting to see if I can get more than just the dreams, you know?

Because three weeks of these dreams every single night have kept me perpetually horny and I could not bear this any longer. But enough about me!

Anyway, Three gets his end and moves aside for Two to take the stage. Two likes the nipples and the breasts. He always works the nipples and that is when her moans would get even raspier. But if were with them then I would not let them set this pace ever.

After all, this was the closest that I would ever get to having sex while being locked in this house.

Suddenly I felt someone hitting me. I nodded and tried to get back to my dream of those sexy bastards but no, this time the kick was harder.

“Get up, bitch! How can you be sleeping after being hit so hard?” the shout roused me from whatever sleep had laced my eyes. The scent of copper hit my nose and the back of my throat which only meant that I was bleeding once again. In my sleep, that idiot who was my brother was beating me again.

I opened my eyes and looked at him straight.

He was staring at me with unabashed naked lust in his eyes and the hunger that I had rarely found in normal human beings. But then again he wasn’t a human being. He was a stupid fucking werewolf like my father and his stupid new mate, unlike my mother.

Frustrating as hell.

“What do you want, Damien?” I ask him as I wipe the blood away trickling from the corner of my lips.

“It is already five, bitch. Get up and make breakfast for the pack. Everyone now!” he snarled as he leered at my breasts again.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” I taunted him with a sweet smile as I pulled back the covers from my legs and let him see my bare thighs. And then I stood up as the pants fell down to my knees and said,” Too bad that you can’t touch your own sister, isn’t it?”

Damien snarled again and he slapped me so hard that I fell back on the ground with a thud as I tasted blood again. I spat the blood on the floor and looked back at him with a bloodstained smile.

“Yeah yeah you can keep on hitting me all you want, you still won’t be able to do what you want. Isn’t that right brother?” I taunted him as I got up. My head spun from the pain that my body had endured and I wanted to double over but I was really a bitch, wasn’t I? I would not give him the satisfaction that he was actually hurting me so bad that I could almost pass out from the pain.

Yeah, I was the freak of the pack. The only one who could not shift, the only daughter of the Alpha by his first Luna who had given birth to a dud.

Damien slammed the door on his way out and I curled down on the floor in foetal position waiting for the shock of the pain to pass.

“You are only goading him to hurt you more. Why do you do that? I have never seen a masochist like you before!” said Cosmos from the high window up in the dungeons’ room as I looked up at him. Yeah, I was the one who could hear and talk to animals but no one in the pack was aware of that. I knew that I was a freak and was treated as such and if they knew I was freakier, things would definitely be more difficult for me.

I ignored him and dressed myself to go out and make breakfast for the whole pack like I had been trained to do since I was fifteen. I had thought that once I turned eighteen I would finally shift and things would change. But with my luck, never.

As I entered the kitchen I found the Luna of the pack and my stepmother sitting at the table in gym clothes that were moulded to her skin like second layer. Lycra, possibly that was what the material was…

“Finally there she is! The princess of this realm…oh God I have been dying to get my shake, Mona! How long does it take you to wake up?” she shouted at me.

“Did you send Damien to wake me up, Marissa?” I asked her as I started putting in the ingredients of the shake in the blender. Along with that I put something else, but she would never know since for the last five years I had been nothing but an indentured servant in this house and for this pack.

But from today, everything was gonna change.

Starting with this bitch who had made my life a living hell.