Fated to the Cursed Alphas

Mackenzie's Point of View

If there was any way that I could go back to Cold Bay, Alaska, I would do so without a second's hesitation. On the other hand, the nasty family that took care of me forced me to go back to London since I had no other option.

They did not imprison me in a dungeon or a tower until my death, but it might as well have happened that way because I was more than willing to give up my life rather than conform to what they desired for me to become or do. They did not lock me in a dungeon or a tower until my death, but it might as well have happened that way. Even though they did not put me in jail, it was almost as if that was the outcome of the situation.

Declan approached me as I stood by the entrance to the house. I immediately ducked my head and froze like a scared kitten. Even though his eyes were captivating, I made sure to keep them cast downward so that he wouldn't perceive it as a challenge.

When I looked up, I noticed that he was smiling to himself. He issued the command, "Come with me..." I decided to go with him as he walked away.

He showed me the enormous study room on the second floor. The decor was warm and inviting, and the combination of three distinct aromas struck me as particularly interesting. It had a frantic and yearning quality. There were two new males when I set my eyes down on the couch there. I spotted them. Both of their faces are exactly the same. They are obviously brothers.

A woman was observed standing behind the couch in the room. Her aura revealed to me where she stood in the hierarchy of their pack. She represents Luna.

The Luna remarked, "I'm glad you could make it..." She smirked at me. "Starting today, you are accountable to all of us."

While he was looking alluringly at me, one of the guys licked the corner of his bottom lip. "You are just smoking hot. I want to bind you up and then devour you "he was making threats, but to me, it seemed like a thrilling adventure.

But my body shuddered. I was petrified of every one of them. Those dudes took their time to look at me as if they had already stripped me naked before their eyes.

"What do you say? Is it possible for us to use her as a sex doll? "Another inquired about it. He was animated by the thoughts that were racing through his head, and the very thought of reading them through his eyes gave me chills.

"Mackenzie, you understand them correctly. They are my boys, and they desire you. You are well aware of your responsibilities within this home. And it is so that I can make my sons very happy "remarked the Luna. "Have you made it clear that you will cooperate with anything they decide to do with you? Because this is the work that is expected of slaves by their owners."

It caused me to cry.

In the course of my life, I was never forced to labor like a slave in the home I was raised in. There are none in our possession.

After the deaths of my parents and the other members of my pack, along with the rest of the people, I would now be forced to serve as a slave for the people who were responsible for their killings. Everything that we did was accomplished via cooperative effort. To simplify a lengthy and difficult story into a short one, they intended to use me as both a slave and as a whore for their boys. This was the simplest explanation they could come up with.

They are devoid of any sense of responsibility! How in the name of all that is holy can they act in such a way?

My entire existence was rumbling with the rumblings of a Kingston, and it required a lot of willpower on my part to keep my wolf from going completely berserk and losing control of himself.

I was able to keep my temper in check and refrain from lashing out in wrath, but the fact that I was terrified for my life was the most important thing. Even though I had never even been kissed by a guy, they wanted to take away the one thing I had left, which was my dignity and my innocence. They wanted to take that away from me.

I needed to have it spelled out to me very specifically what it was that they anticipated from me in terms of performance. It was frightening and upsetting beyond anything you could ever fathom in any way.

Why did they not murder me together with the rest of my pack and everyone else as they did to everyone else like they did to everyone else?

As their ability to move deteriorated further and farther, I felt an overwhelming impulse to scream, pull out their hearts, and eat them while they were still alive. After I had torn them into pieces, the next thing I intended to do was to burn what was left of them.

I was vastly outmatched in terms of both firepower and personnel, and despite my best efforts, I was unable to evade capture or flee the scene.

My parents had a far greater capacity than I had to recover from setbacks and go on with their lives. It was impossible for me to be a werewolf due to the fact that I could not move quickly enough and was not vicious enough.

And despite the fact that I held a huge power edge over humans, I was well aware that I would not stand a chance of surviving a fight with any of them.

My gaze was directed downward the entire duration of that time; nevertheless, in my mind, I had already been successful in killing them a million times, losing them a thousand times, and dying a hundred times.

Every time Luna Martha spoke to me and yelled orders at me, I squeezed my fists tighter and tighter until they were nearly closed. As time went on, I saw that the pressure in my fists was causing me to lose blood through my hands.

They were all capable of identifying that distinct odor. It was obvious because their gaze kept wandering to my closed fists while they were concentrating on anything else.

Despite this, Declan's glare was the one that lingered with me the most as the blood streamed down my face. He was the one that made me feel the most helpless. Even though I just caught a glimpse of it in his eyes for a split second, as he licked the inside of his lower lip, I could tell that he was starving.

He turned his torso so that it was facing forward and put his elbows on his knees prior to taking a series of quiet, deliberate breaths. He then began the sequence of breaths. It appeared as though he was attempting to catch a whiff of the smell of my blood, but this was really an illusion.

"Were you present when that took place?" "Have you seen that?" Even the smell of the two of us together makes him happy. Kingston abruptly said.

And yet again, I made the decision to disregard the wolf that lives deep inside of me. It was neither the right time nor the right place to discuss Declan's smell in that context, thus I was unable to do so.

Declan put his hand on my elbow when I was fired, and I was so outraged that I wrenched my arm out of his grasp without even recognizing what I was doing. At the time, I didn't even realize that Declan had his hand on my elbow.

As a result of the way he looked at me, I took a step back in panic, and for a fraction of a second, I was sure that he was going to hit me across the face.

As soon as Declan recognized the voice of the alpha, Nathan, his terror returned. He questioned you and your sibling, saying, "Why don't you and your brother break her today?"

In response, he offered, "Perhaps, but I'd like to ensure that she's running at maximum capacity." After grasping my wrist and hauling me out of his parents' study room, he said, "Between now and then..." without pausing to finish the thought he had started before adding it.

"I'd like to make sure that you understand one thing, Mackenzie. You are now under our control. There were a total of three of us present. You need to pay attention to our advice if you want everything to go off without a hitch." Declan made this assertion in the conversation.

After that, he grabbed my hand and licked the dried blood that was on my wrist. After that, he left. He appeared to be very intent on what he saw in my eyes. It was clear that lust was taking over all of his senses. You won't do this again or I'll break you in front of an audience or behind closed doors, do you understand?" He issued a severe warning.

I did it as swiftly as I could while still dropping my head. I nodded at him.

We persevered and made it to the next room. It had a chilly atmosphere and appeared to be an ordinary room. After that, he confined me inside. I had the impression that it was the new location for me to occupy.

I was standing there, completely astonished, holding the wrist that he had just licked.

At the very least, he did not continue to chain me up and use wolfsbane on me, but those people deserve to be torched to death in hell a billion times over and over and over again!

I was unable to remain seated and found myself wandering around the room while simultaneously conceiving numerous incoherent strategies.

I was so irritated that I marched all the way to the window with my foot stomping. I opened the window by turning the handle slowly and then pushing it open more so that it could be reached.

As soon as it opened, I had a fleeting moment of success, but my elation was short-lived because I discovered that a number of their troops were defending every escape route I could uncover. This brought my mood down considerably.

I seem to recall that they were a sizable pack with a significant number of fierce fighters. Because of this, even if I were to win convincing victories against the people below me, I would only achieve a small amount of progress.

"Shit!"

I threw myself on my bed and couldn't stop thinking about the potential outcomes and the things that might go wrong. Even though I had never met any of these people before, I was aware that every single one of them was cruel and insane.

They were the only ones who were allowed to continue living, despite the fact that they had not earned the right to do so.

After that, my thoughts went to my mom and dad for some reason. I don't remember exactly when I first started crying, but it was probably the night when they went away, or possibly even before.

"You folks are the absolute lowest of the low!" In a fit of rage, I let out a scream into my pillow.

It didn't seem fair to me that my parents would go through something so awful in their final days. I recognized that they had given up on me even if they maintained that they had not.

It didn't seem right to me that I should have been made to become a slave without my will and that I should no longer have a place to call home.

I thought it was unjust that I was as frail as I was, and I also thought it was unfair that this was the life I was experiencing at this point in time.

My rib cage began to constrict, which led to me heaving and crying even more than I had already been doing. Even though I was having difficulties breathing normally, I didn't let it upset me.

I lost track of time as I cried for hours, and I didn't care that my eyes were red or that my face was puffy when I woke up the next morning. If they expected me to have a flawless appearance when their only intention was to use me as their slave, then damn them all.

If they did not like how I seemed to them, then they need to put a stop to my suffering so that we can go on to the next victim.

Absolutely each and every one!

The experience I went through lasted for a significant number of hours. In spite of the fact that I wanted to keep crying, I have no more tears in me.

When I eventually gave in to exhaustion, I clutched my pillow as hard as I could until I fell asleep, as if doing so would give me the strength to face whatever was going to happen in the following moments.