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Claimed by the Alpha Part 2 (Bred by the Beasts Trilogy)by Adriana Rossi
In this 6,225 word story, Emily is forced by the pack yet again as Damon struggles to control them. Faced with a lack of females, the pack is desperate to mount her. The alpha asserts his dominance and Emily is forced through a 'marriage' ceremony with the alpha, after which she is
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This is the second part to Adriana Rossi's "Bred by the Beasts" trilogy.
In this 6,225 word story, Emily is forced by the pack yet again as Damon struggles to control them. Faced with a lack of females, the pack is desperate to mount her. The alpha asserts his dominance and Emily is forced through a 'marriage' ceremony with the alpha, after which she is fucked and bred. After a frightening encounter with another pack, Emily discovers the reason why females are disappearing.
My eyes widened. “You’re leaving me here? Alone?” I was sure that without the alpha wolf, the rest of them wouldn’t hesitate to mount me. I glanced at a man to my right, who stared at me as the stick in his hand crumbled to pieces. He didn’t seem to notice what he was doing.
Damon frowned and barked at a few wolves. “Guard her while I’m gone,” he ordered them, jabbing two wolves in their chests. “No penetration!”
“Yes, uh, packmaster.”
“Damon!” I yelled as his back began to shake in transformation. “I don’t think—”
It was too late. He rolled in the dirt as fur sprouted from his skin, shaking his head side to side in agony as his snout elongated. His legs kicked fruitlessly, and others around him began to shift as well. They dropped on their knees and allowed the transformation to consume them. Then Damon rose to his legs and shook himself from head to tail, dirt flying off his fur. The others bounded upwards, tails wagging excitedly as he led them into the forest wordlessly.
I clutched the cloth to my body, frightened by the eyes of the men who had stayed behind. Several of them started forward. A hand grasped my forearm and I shrieked in surprise.
“You should get inside.” The werewolf who had grabbed me was one of the men Damon had ordered to guard me.
He was long legged and tanned, like all of them, but my cheeks burned when I noticed how aroused he was. I looked away and nodded. The two werewolves ushered me into the canvas tent. I sat down on the chair miserably, my stomach growling in hunger, and wished I was anywhere but here.
“I said back, Peter!”
The murmured voices outside the tent had risen sharply in volume. Scared, I gripped the arms of my chair, my face fixed on the flap. There was arguing and shouting coming from outside the tent. I stood up and paced around the room, certain about what they must be arguing about.
“It’s hard for me, too, but she is Damon’s! You will get a female in time.”
“That’s never going to happen, and you know it.”
My guards were now shouting at the men outside. I scurried to the back of the tent, hoping I could lift the bottom and sneak out. It was fastened securely to the ground, and I couldn’t budge it. I was hopelessly trapped in here.
They’re all going to break in here, like before, and have their way with me.
As if it was on cue, I heard the unmistakable sound of flesh being struck along with muffled growls and yells.
I cowered in the corner and waited. Why had Damon left the camp? Surely he knew that without his presence, the wolves had no discipline?
A grey wolf darted inside the tent, his nose bent to the floor as he sought me out. I screamed, but no one came to my rescue. He found me huddled on the floor and sat down, his hackles raised and his lips pulled back. His jaws snapped at my feet and I yelped, springing to my feet. I grasped one of the weapons that adorned the tent, a long spear, and cracked the wood over the wolf’s nose.
A high-pitched yelp escaped his throat and the wolf was momentarily stunned. I took the opportunity to hit him again between the eyes. He slumped to the floor, unconscious. Yet another wolf darted inside, and I swung the spear at him, but the wolf caught it in his jaws, growling. We had a brief tug-of-war fight, which the wolf inevitably won. By that time, more men had entered the tent, their eyes blazing as they saw me.
I screamed, kicked, and bit as their hands tore the cloth from my body. I collapsed to the floor as they bore on me, their hands groping my breasts and hair.
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