Mated To My Sister's Boyfriend

Gabriel Volkov

She ducked behind a thicket to keep those dangerous wolves from seeing her nude, but the man dragged her from her hiding spot. She attempted to cover her intimate areas from his intent gaze out of embarrassment.

The three other rogues moved with them. She was terrified and confused as she scanned each of them as they preyed on her from a distance. She shivered in terror as they began to touch her, putting their hands all over her body.

Their fingers pounded rapidly in her p***y as they sucked her n*****s and licked her neck.

She then overheard them discussing a woman who had paid them to complete a task. They had to attack her and not let her die. All of this was done to frighten her and keep her away. Her parents and her pack cross her mind. She believed that everyone in the pack loved her and that she had no enemies. Her parents had no cause to harm her in this way and would never do it.

Kristine was the only one that sprang to mind. Her blood sister Kristine.

With all of her being, she detested her. She was willing to do anything to avoid losing her mate and Luna status. She had already displayed a glimpse of her cruel side to her in the car, and she was not inclined to make amends or discuss what was bothering her at the time. It was quite obvious that she didn't care what happened to her in the process; her only motive was revenge. Not that she did anything to her at the first place.

Rosalie cried out in terror, clinging to the tree behind her to prevent herself from falling to the ground and screaming for hell. She implored the men to spare her, tears streaming down her face. However, they ignored her cries and lustfully stared at her

While the two of them pumped their hard shaft in preparation for their repulsive scheme. The third was squatting between her knees, sucking and licking while his tongue was buried deep into her core, between her thighs. Using his hands, the fourth man moistened his hard member with saliva and inserted it between her breasts and began to move back and forth.

Crying in fear, she was overcome with a sensation of defeat.

And she heard a thunderous growl just as she believed that bad luck had hit her life. They all froze instantly, eyes wide open, glued to the ground, listening to what was coming their way. They heard the thunderous growl again.

She activated her alpha aura using the authority still-invisible Lycan held over the men, causing the men to cease their actions. The four criminals were more affected by her Alpha genes at the moment, even though the unknown Lycan had more authority than her. She decided to take the chance because it was her only chance to get away from her attackers.

"Help! Who's there? Please help me. These men are abusing me. Please help." She gave a high-pitched cry. A third, louder, more terrifying roar erupted when one of the men attempted to cover her mouth, and his strength compelled the criminals to lower their heads and fall to their knees.

She could only run a few feet before her legs gave out under her as she went toward the sound. She felt warm fur buffering her fall before she ever reached the hard ground. She smelt her saviour's scent and cuddled up to his furry chest, tears of relief welling up in her eyes.

That was one formidable, powerful Lycan, and one not to be trifled with.

Shrouded deeper in his fur, she muttered, "Thank you so much." He comforted her by licking her face.

Once her breathing calmed, he laid her softly and slowly on the ground, treating her like a priceless object. She shut her eyes, putting off the terrible truth. She then heard piercing cries of anguish, fear, and broken bones. A cry dwindled to a gasp for breath till the criminal met his demise. She ignored everything around her and kept her eyes tightly closed. She was lifted and pressed against a warm chest a few minutes later.

A deep male voice murmured in her ears, "You are safe now, little Lykae. Do not be frightened I'll take you to my packhouse, where I'll take care of you." Lying against his chest, she nodded.

For several minutes, her saviour carried her in bridal style before getting into a car, s holding her close to his chest. This time, like a scared little bird, she hid her face in his neck and placed her hands on his shoulders.

She heard him order someone, "Get me a blanket."

She felt the car pull up shortly after he covered her in the clothes. She was too tired to ask questions now about their destination, about what he had planned for her. She felt thankful that those evil creatures were no longer in control of her. There was nothing that could compare to the viscious plans they had for her.

About fifteen minutes later, the car came to a stop, and he still held her in his arms. "We're here. I'll show you to my room, where you'll be given a warm bath by the maids. I'll be over to see you in about thirty minutes, and food will be brought to you." He told her, "Then we can talk. Sound good to you?" She gave a nod of approval.

She took in his lingering scent as he entered the packhouse and tried to make out where she was precisely. She noticed more people were surrounding them as he carried her into a room.

"Now now, little lykae, open your eyes." He whispered, "We need to get to know each other and we can't do that with your eyes closed." She inhaled deeply before cautiously opening her eyes. In front of her stood a manly and devilishly handsome Lycan god with long black hair that flowed to his shoulders. He had dimples too. His blue eyes with golden depths gazed warmly at her. He looked perfect.

"I am Gabriel Volkov, the only son and heir of the Lycan King and I welcome you to the Golden Iris pack. We will speak after you have recovered your strength. Let the maids continue to look after you for now. After placing her on a chair and removing a few hair strands from her face, he left the room.