Chapter 9

• Katherine’s POV
• “Who do you belong to, baby?’’ He murmurs, cupping my breasts.
• “Yours,’’ I murmured, keeping my eyes shut. My skin tingles everywhere they touch, I gasp every time one of them presses into my naked form. Every nerve is alive, begging for attention, for something I don’t fully understand but can’t resist.
• “Ours,” They all murmur.
• Before I can process the word, warm hands slide down my arms, igniting trails of heat wherever they touch. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I’m pulled close. A hard chest presses against me, the heat from his body wrapping around me.
• “Do you feel that?” another voice asks.
• “Yes,” I whisper, though I’m not sure who I’m answering—or if I care.
• Suddenly, my legs are lifted. Lips press against my neck, trailing down my collarbone with slow, deliberate intent. My breath hitches, my fingers curling instinctively into the muscled arms holding me in place.
• “Look at me,” a commanding voice growls, brimming with possessive intensity.
• I obey, opening my eyes to find Jason’s gaze locked on mine. His red hair glints in the soft light, his jaw set as his hands grip my hips, pinning me against him. My heart skips, my body trembling under his dominance.
• “You’re ours,” he growls, his voice sending shivers through me.
• Before I can respond, another pair of hands cups my face, tilting it gently to the side. Michael’s dark eyes meet mine, burning with something primal. He brushes his thumb across my cheek like I’m a treasure he’s finally allowed to hold.
• “Relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs in that warm, velvety voice. “We’ll take care of you.”
• He kisses me hard, drawing a moan from my throat.
• Behind me, James lleans in.
• “Don’t forget about me,” he teases, his hands sliding down my sides, pulling me closer into their embrace.
• I’m surrounded, completely at their mercy. Jason’s lips crash against mine next. His hands explore every inch of me. Michael presses kisses along my jaw and neck, his touch soothing where Jason’s is fiery. And James’s hands roam lower, teasing, making me gasp as he chuckles darkly.
• “You’re perfect,” James whispers, “And you’re ours. Only ours!’’
• My body arches instinctively, eager to get fucked. I pressed myself further into Jason, hoping, praying that he can drive me over the edge.
• “Oh Goddess! Please…’’
• “Please what baby?’’ Jason chuckles.
• “Please f..fuck me! All of you. Please claim me. I’m -yours.” I manage to choke out, my words breaking on a gasp as the heat builds, threatening to consume me.
• “Good girl,” Michael praises, playing with my hair.
• “Hold on baby!’’
• He’s just about to stick it in when light feels my eyes.
• I wake up.
• My eyes fly open, and I jump straight up in bed, my heart racing furiously.
• The space is somewhat dark, with the only source of light coming from shine of the moon from outside. I place a hand on my chest, attempting to calm my breath while the dream haunts me.
• *What on earth was that?*
• I look around the room, somewhat anticipating to find my mates there. However, I am alone. The feelings of their hands, their lips, their voices—it all seems so vivid. My skin still quivered where they touched me and kissed me.
• I toss the blankets aside and leap out of bed, gasping for air. My legs feel feeble. I remove my nightgown and make my way to the shower.
• Cold water pours down on me. Yet no matter how much I attempt, I can’t help but think about them: my mates. Jason’s touched me like he owned me, Michael was gentle and respectful, and James’s was passionate and full of mischief. Each of them was different yet still drove me crazy.
• I rest against the wall, closing my eyes while the water runs over my body. I yearn to be touched, to truly feel their hands on me and not in some dream.
• *What’s wrong with me?*
• Why can’t I think about anything else? Why do I feel so needy? With Wendal, I’ve never had that dying need. Our kisses were empty, our touches routine, our connection shallow. But with my mates…
• Kissing Michael. Seeing Jason naked. Talking to James. They’ve left chaos in their wake.
• Three years of terrible sex and sexual frustration have led me here. The Moon Goddess gave me three mates just to torture me—to haunt my dreams and leave me a dripping mess when I wake up.
• I slam my hand against the shower wall, frustration bubbling in my chest.
• They’re going to ruin me.
• I wrap a towel around under my arms while I get out of the shower.
• I had barely made it to my bed when I noticed movement by the nightstand. A small figure bent over, arranging dishes on a tray. The smell of roasted chicken and fresh bread filled the room. Startled, I froze.
• “Oh!” The maid jumped, nearly knocking over a glass of water. She quickly straightened and bowed her head. “Forgive me, Princess. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
• “Princess?” I stared back in disbelief. The word felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else. “No, please, you’re not disturbing me. And please, there’s no need to bow.”
• The maid hesitated, her head still lowered. She wore a simple uniform, her hands fidgeting nervously in front of her.
• “I mean it,” I said gently. “Look at me.”
• Slowly, she lifted her eyes, revealing a kind but nervous face. “Thank you, Princess,” she murmured.
• “Please, don’t call me that,” I said, taking a step closer. “My name is Katherine. Just Katherine. My father isn’t an Alpha or royalty. I’m not…” I gestured vaguely, searching for the right words. “I’m not a princess.”
• The maid’s lips twitched into a small smile. “But you are, Miss Katherine. By right, you’ve become a princess because you are mated to Alphas.”
• I blinked, the weight of her words sinking in. “By right?”
• “Yes,” she said, her voice growing steadier. “It’s tradition. The mate of Alphas holds a royal title within the pack.”
• I sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching the towel around me. “Does anyone else know about this…tradition?”
• The maid nodded. “There have been guests arriving since the news spread.”
• “Guests?” I repeated, my brows furrowing.
• “Wolves from other packs,” she explained. “They’ve come to see the magical high priestess.”
• I stared at her, my heart pounding. “The magical high priestess?” I raised a brow.
• The maid met my gaze directly for the first time, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s you. You’re the high priestess.”