AN ALPHA IN HEAT: KNOTTED BY THREE POSSESSIVE ALPHAS
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Rhett’s voice cut through the quiet, low and absolute.
“You’ve been shifting in that chair for twenty minutes, Beau. Stand up.”
Beau’s jaw flexed. “I’m fine.”
Seth leaned forward. “Don’t lie to us. We can smell how wet you are from here.”
Dean’s tone was quieter, but the heat beneath it was unmistakable. “The suppressants are still failing, aren’t they? Show us.”
Beau’s throat worked. Then he stood, the scrape of the chair loud in the room.
Rhett stepped behind him first. “Good boy.” The praise was soft, dangerous. “Seth. Check how ready he is.”
Seth’s hand slid between Beau’s thighs. “Christ. He’s dripping. Look at that. You need us that bad already?”
Beau’s voice came out strained. “Don’t—ah—don’t say it like that—”
Dean moved closer, “We’ll say it however we want. You’re ours when these doors close. Spread wider.”
I am the boss of the Southside Syndicate, and I have spent my life hiding a biological condition that would ruin me.
I present as a dominant Alpha to the criminal underworld, but my body violently forces me into submissive heats.
I survive by taking dangerous suppressants to hide my physical cravings from the men who would overthrow me.
However, a violent territory dispute forces me to negotiate a merger with the Northside Triad, requiring me to live inside their secured estate.
Rhett, Seth, and Dean are the most lethal Alphas in the city, and they immediately notice my medication failing.
When my suppressants completely stop working during an attack, my greatest fear is realized.
I expect them to destroy me when they find me begging for release.
Instead, the three men decide to claim me, forcing me to balance my public role as a ruthless boss with my private reality as their submissive partner.
“You’ve been shifting in that chair for twenty minutes, Beau. Stand up.”
Beau’s jaw flexed. “I’m fine.”
Seth leaned forward. “Don’t lie to us. We can smell how wet you are from here.”
Dean’s tone was quieter, but the heat beneath it was unmistakable. “The suppressants are still failing, aren’t they? Show us.”
Beau’s throat worked. Then he stood, the scrape of the chair loud in the room.
Rhett stepped behind him first. “Good boy.” The praise was soft, dangerous. “Seth. Check how ready he is.”
Seth’s hand slid between Beau’s thighs. “Christ. He’s dripping. Look at that. You need us that bad already?”
Beau’s voice came out strained. “Don’t—ah—don’t say it like that—”
Dean moved closer, “We’ll say it however we want. You’re ours when these doors close. Spread wider.”
I am the boss of the Southside Syndicate, and I have spent my life hiding a biological condition that would ruin me.
I present as a dominant Alpha to the criminal underworld, but my body violently forces me into submissive heats.
I survive by taking dangerous suppressants to hide my physical cravings from the men who would overthrow me.
However, a violent territory dispute forces me to negotiate a merger with the Northside Triad, requiring me to live inside their secured estate.
Rhett, Seth, and Dean are the most lethal Alphas in the city, and they immediately notice my medication failing.
When my suppressants completely stop working during an attack, my greatest fear is realized.
I expect them to destroy me when they find me begging for release.
Instead, the three men decide to claim me, forcing me to balance my public role as a ruthless boss with my private reality as their submissive partner.
















































