Sold to The Alpha King, Submitted to His Three Son

"Tell me I am your King," he grunted, pulling my hips hard against his groin. "You are my King," I sobbed. He thrust harder. His cock slipped deep inside my wet pussy, hitting my cervix with a dull, heavy ache. The sheer friction was overwhelming. My body betrayed my mind. A dark, humiliating wave of physical pleasure started to build in my clit, fed by the ruthless pounding. I hated it. I hated him. Alaric let out a loud, guttural groan. His body jerked. He spilled his hot, thick seed deep inside my core. I lay perfectly still on the cold, black altar. Opening my eyes, I saw a pair of grey eyes between the door. Alpha's son--Valerian. -------------------------------- To buy medicine for my mother, I sold myself to a dying, crippled Alpha King. He locked me in a cage and spoiled me rotten—all because I'm different. I have no wolf. No scent. Nothing. The old Alpha decided I was something rare and precious. His. Only his! But his three sons want me now, too. The proud, cold heir—the eldest prince. The cruel, mad warrior—the second prince. The innocent, warm student—the youngest prince. Trapped between all these dangerous Alphas—how am I supposed to choose?!