Tracy’s POV
I held my breath and stood outside the window, shivering. If they found me, I would be dead meat. Even if I was not killed, I might become their sex slave just like Vicky.
I thought of a terrible thing. Were those missing girls also captured by them as sex slaves? Were they tortured like this? And what role did my brother play in this? He was the alpha in our bag, and our father died at the hands of rogues. Did he forget the blood feud between us and rogues? How could he collude with rogues?
When did he get in touch with these rogues? Why did he do that? How could he use the girls of our pack to trade with those rogues!
I quietly watched what happened inside, trying not to make a sound. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't move. Although I thought the gang rape inside was cruel, I couldn't take my eyes off the people inside.
After a while, most of these men went to the sofa next to rest. Only one man was still playing with Vicky.
That man went up and said a few words to Osborn, then Osborn pointed to the cabinet in the living room. The man went straight over. I was never allowed near that cabinet, and I didn't know what was in it. I looked at the man curiously. He forced open the door of the cabinet, and there were secret drawers. He opened several drawers and took out the contents. I found that they were all sex toys.
That man grabbed one big dildo and came back to Vicky. Then He flipped her and tied her arms to her back with one of his hands. She squirmed under his rough grip.
She said in a trembling tone, "What are you doing? Leave me."
"Have you ever fucked in your butt hole?" That man ignored Vicky’s words and squeezed her ass cheeks with his hands.
"Stop now! No!" Vicky struggled….
That man bent down to take a look, then he pushed his dick inside her ass hole. He laughed and said to Osborn, "It slipped easily! Look! Her hole takes my 9—inch dick easily! Without oil or preparation! What the fuck does that mean?! She was getting fucked by two dicks at the same time just now! Before we fucked her, her two holes had been fucked. You did that?" Then he continued, "Why do you wear a long face? Oh, my god! It seems that she has cuckolded you."
Osborn gritted his teeth and said, "I just fucked her pussy."
After hearing what they said, I was shocked. My God! Vicky always said that she loved my brother very much. I didn’t expect that she would cuckold my brother.
That man said, "Don’t be angry. I’ll help you punish her."
With that, he pushed the dildo inside Vicky’s butt hole.
Vicky moaned, "oh my god. It's too big." It was obvious that Vicky had begun to enjoy this rough sex after the gang rape just now.
That man sneered, "What a whore! It’s a punishment!" He pushed his dick with the dildo. Vicky was screaming painfully.
I knew that it hurt her.
"Stop please." Vicky begged.
But that man didn't give a shit to her pleading words. He fucked her and harder pushed all his dick inside her hole. Filling her. Then he pulled the dildo to only push it down to her pussy and fucked her ass by his dick at the same time as he was filling her pussy with the big dildo.
After a while, the man changed his position. He flipped Vicky on her back and pressed his hand to her neck, choking her a bit and pushed his dick inside her mouth.
He commanded her, "Suck it now."
Vicky obeyed and the tears were rolling down her cheeks, she said in between her breathing, "Let me have a rest." But to only get slapped by that man’s hand several times. He said, "you are our sex slave. You have to satisfy us in bed. It’s your duty."
Vicky inhaled and exhaled loudly, "please let me go."
That man smirked and shrugged his shoulders "Sure…" He grinned but he trailed off while pushing his dick to her throat, "Swallow all my cum to the last drop first." And Vicky did. There was no option for her. Because that man made sure to push all his dick into her throat.
Finally, that man pulled himself away from Vicky, throwing her with disgusting looks.
I looked at the scene inside, and my breath was coming in short bursts. My wet pussy was dripping vaginal fluid and my underwear was soaked.
I moved my fingers to my wet pussy and thrust them carefully in few times. But it was not enough for me.
Too fucking hot. I was sweating. My breathing became ragged, like I was gasping for breath but didn’t want to breathe too deeply or I’d get a mouthful of dry air, slowly killing me from the inside out.
So much pressure built in my chest that I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. I collapsed to my knees.
I smelled a temping scent which seemed to remind me of mint. I struggled to get up and looked into the living room. My eyes fixed on a person. Osborn! I knew that the seductive scent belonged to him.
My wolf jumped inside of me, wanting to be released. She had never wanted something so crazy. She wanted him. She wanted Osborn. She wanted him to fuck us. She wanted him to mark her.
I almost lost my mind. I wanted to rush in regardless. I knew, Osborn’s dick was big and he must be able to satisfy me.
Fighting down his scent was making me react I tried to calm myself, taking deep breathes only to regret the action instantly. It had only furthered my suddenly lustful mood.
I smelled his scent and imagined that Osborn was fingering me at the moment, bringing me happiness, and then I soon had an orgasm.
The gusty night wind brought chills and I suddely came to sense.
What should I do? Fingers couldn't satisfy me. I My wolf was still roaring. She was longing for Osborn. She was eager to be marked by Osborn. Why was that? A terrible guess suddenly came to my mind.
All kinds of details were connected, and the truth was right in front of me. Even though I had been avoiding, I could no longer cheat myself. My brother, Osborn, was my mate!
This was ridiculous! My brother, Osborn, was my mate. The only person I feared most was my mate. When I was a child, when I was in despair, I dreamed that I would find a mate to take me out of my pack in the future. Later, as I grew older, I was rarely allowed to go out of our house. I gradually gave up the idea of looking for a mate. I thought that I would never find a mate in my life, and I would be tortured by the heat every month until I dead.No wonder wetness pooled between my legs when I saw my brother having sex with Vicky. It was not because I was dissolute, but because my wolf smelled the scent of my mate. I went into heat when my mate was fucking another woman.Everyone knew that My brother, Osborn, had many lovers. His lovers talked about how big his dick was and how good his skills in bed in public. It was known that he was lecherous.I didn't expect such a terrible man to be my mate. Besides, he was my brother. I couldn't accept sleeping with my own brother. That was com
I went into heat! I felt I was burning. So hot! I took off my wet dress and moved my hand on my boobs and squeezed it. I imagined that my mate was squeezing my boobs now and I moaned loudly.Then I took off my bra slowly. I moved my fingers on my erect nipples and pinched them. But it couldn’t satisfy me.Then I took off my underpants and moved my finger to my wet pussy touching slowly from above my G-string carefully. I did it carefully because I didn’t want to lose my virginity. I moaned his name.Very soon, I had an orgasm. I just breathed a sigh of relief, but another wave of heat rose again in my body. I know that an orgasm couldn't satisfy me. This was the torture of the estrus. During this period, I smelled the scent of my mate, but I didn't have sex with him or be marked by him. It made me feel worse.I gritted my teeth and prepared to jump into the lake again. But when I looked up, I saw a familiar man standing under the tree not far away and looking at me quietly.I froze in
Osborn’s POVIn fact, I knew Tracy was back as soon as she got home, because I clearly smelled a sweet and sour scent which seemed to remind me of orange. I loved oranges. That was the scent my mate had.I was relieved to find Tracy was not at home when I brought Harrison and his men back. I didn't expect Tracy to come back at this time.I was extremely worried. Although Harrison and I had reached an agreement, these rogues were very cruel. They might eat their words and became my enemies at any time.I knew that cooperating with them was like asking a tiger for its skin. But now the situation in the pack was very critical. I had to cooperate with them. I wanted them to make trouble to hold Kincaid back and buy me more time. I couldn't ensure that I could get out of it unharmed. I was not sure I could protect Tracy in front of them. Therefore, I didn't want them to see Tracy. I just hoped Tracy could leave soon.Listening to Vicky's moans in the living room and looking at the scene of
I felt my eyes widening when I took in the state of her wolf in front of me, my heart aching out for her. This was the first time I had seen her in the wolf form. She was a pure white female wolf. In the moonlight, her white figure seemed to sparkle. But her fur was thin and matted, her wolf incrementally small and fragile and she looked like she had been starved for months.She was obviously unhealthy.Even so, when my wolf saw her, he couldn't help roaring inside me. He was excited. He couldn't wait to jump out of me. He wanted to comfort his mate who was in a panic at the moment, and mark her.But I couldn't help feeling sad. I asked her to stay at home and prohibited her from going out just to protect her. I had never maltreated her. Why was her health so bad?Recovering from the sadness, I saw that she had run far away. I suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood. Tracy was bleeding. Her physical condition was so poor. Frequent form shiftis wpild cause great harm to her body. She m
Seeing Calvin's attitude, I calmed down a little. Although I knew Tracy's wound was not fatal, she looked so weak that I couldn't help worrying.Calvin squatted down in front of me to diagnose Tracy. After examining Tracy, he said seriously, "Her trauma is not serious. It's just that her body is too weak, and it takes a lot of energy to shift into a wolf. Her body can't bear it, so her limbs bleed. What's more terrible is that she is in a state of depression for a long time, so her body is so weak. It will take a long time for her to recuperate, and she must keep a good mood."After listening to Calvin, I nodded.Calvin suddenly looked at me coldly and asked, "She's your mate, right?"Seeing that I didn't deny it, he became more angry, and then said, "I don't know what happened between you two. But as an Alpha, don't you know that abusing your mate is frowned upon by all werewolves? Even rogues, who are morally corrupt, won't do such a thing. I didn't expect you to be such a person! I
Patrick said coldly, "He won’t believe that."I laughed, "Whether Kincaid believes it or not, at least he can't turn against me because of this. Maybe this matter will cause a rift in his cooperation with Gover, and I can also take the opportunity to know some clues about those missing girls. "Speaking of those missing girls, I was worried and the smile on my face faded. I was not a competent Alpha. I didn't protect my people well. Now I didn't know where they were suffering. I just hoped that Vicky's disappearance could make Kincaid panic, so that I could get some clues about those missing girls and rescue them as soon as possible.Everyone was silent. Calvin coughed and changed the topic, "What about your mate? As you said, your pack is not peaceful. She needs to be taken care of. She needs to recover slowly in a more stable and peaceful environment."Patrick said, “Or let her stay in our pack!”The people Patrick brought this time were all his trusted subordinates, and I had noth
I slowly wrapped an arm around the back of her legs as I winced when I moved her; praying that she didn't wake up. Thankfully she didn't wake up as I laid us both down with her curled up against my side. I couldn't help the sigh of relief and pleasure; I wanted it to always be like this.I really wanted to tell her that she was not my biological sister, I was her mate, and I wanted her to be my Luna. But thinking of all kinds of misunderstandings between us, I was afraid that even if she knew these things, she woudl reject me. I was not that naive, and I didn't think she would forgive me after knowing everything. I just hoped she could give me a chance to pursue her at that time.Sighing I continued to stare at my mate as she pressed herself against me, our legs entwined and I hoped to god that she didn't feel just how much pleasure I was getting out of this position against her thigh. Her soft body pressed against mine. I was a male after all, a teenage hot—blooded male whose soul ma
Tracy’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange room. I didn't die! My memory still lingered at the moment when Osborn came to me angrily. Before I passed out, I seemed to see Osborn looking at me worried. Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing at myself. At this time, I still had expectations of him. He even shook hands and made peace with the rogues who killed our father. How could he let me go?Who saved me? I remembered that I ran southward in panic. So I ran to Patrick's territory. Did he save me? Probably not. It was said that he was a bigoted and cold man. He would not show mercy to any rogues who broke into his territory. After the warning, if the invaders did not leave, he would take his warriors to kill invaders. I remembered that I heard his warning roar before I passed out. I was going to die in his hands. But Osborn caught up with me before Patrick came.That should not be my illusion. So, what happened when I fainted? Why was I here?I looked at myself