Knotted By The Three Feral Alphas Chapter 5: Blood And Teeth

I woke to the scrape of claws on stone.

The massive bed felt too big, too empty. Darius lay beside on his back, chest rising and falling in short, ragged bursts. His hands had shifted halfway; thick black claws punched through the mattress, shredding the wool stuffing. Sweat glead on his forehead. His lips pulled back from teeth that had grown longer overnight.

Kane and Rylan were already awake, kneeling on either side of him. Kane had one scarred hand locked around Darius’s wrist, pinning it to the bed. Rylan gripped the other shoulder, muscles corded, amber eyes narrowed.

"Easy," Kane muttered, voice low and rough like gravel under boots. "You’re fighting it again."

Darius’s head snapped toward . Ice-blue eyes glowed feral in the dim morning light. For one frozen second I thought the wolf had won. His free hand shot out, claws stopping an inch from my throat. The bond flared hot between us, a live wire that made my pulse jump and my thighs clench at the sa ti.

I didn’t flinch. Sothing older than fear rose in my chest; the latent alpha blood my father had tried to beat out of . It uncoiled like a second spine. I leaned forward instead, pressed my bare chest against his, and caught his face between my palms. His skin burned.

"I’m here," I whispered against his mouth. "Stay with . Don’t let it take you."

His claws trembled. A low growl rattled in his throat, not quite human. Kane and Rylan tensed, ready to drag him off if the wolf surged again.

I kissed him. Hard. No softness, no plea. I bit his lower lip until I tasted blood. The tallic tang hit the bond like fuel on a fire. Darius shuddered. The claws retracted with a wet click. His hands ca up human again and gripped my hips hard enough to bruise.

He flipped under him in one move. The furs bunched around us. His weight pinned to the mattress, heavy and real. Kane and Rylan didn’t move away. They stayed close, hands still on Darius like they could anchor him through if they had to.

"You pulled back," Darius said against my throat. His voice cracked on the words. "The curse just lost another month. Maybe two."

My breath ca short. The bond humd steady now, a low satisfied thrum that settled deep in my bones. I could feel the difference in him: the wolf no longer clawing at the edges of his mind. But the relief didn’t last.

Rylan’s hand slid up my thigh, rough palm scraping over the bite marks he’d left the night before. "Don’t get comfortable. The curse doesn’t die easy. It’ll test us harder now that it knows you can fight it."

Kane stood and crossed to the window. Snow still fell outside, thick and silent. "We ride to the eastern border today. Shadowpine scouts were spotted near the ridge last night. Your old pack is poking the wound to see if we bleed."

I pushed myself up on my elbows. My body still ached from the claiming: raw between my legs, bruises blooming across my ribs and thighs. But the pain felt different now. Like fuel. "Then I’m coming with you."

Darius’s eyes narrowed. "You’re still healing."

"I bit a man’s ear off in a moving wagon with silver cuffs on my wrists. I can ride." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. The room tilted for a second, but I locked my knees and stared him down. "You three dragged into this. You don’t get to wrap in furs and pretend I’m fragile now."

Rylan laughed, the sound low and approving. He tossed the gray dress from the night before. "She’s got fire. I like it when she bites back."

We dressed in silence after that. I laced the boots tight, ignoring the pull in my cracked ribs. Kane handed a short knife made of plain steel. "Keep it on you. Don’t hesitate to use it if the need arises."

Breakfast was quick. Bread torn by hand, strips of dried venison, water from a skin. The brothers ate like n who expected to fight before noon. I matched their pace. The bond fed strength I didn’t know I had.

By mid-morning we were mounted and riding out. My gray mare horse snorted steam into the cold air. I rode between Darius and Kane, Rylan scouting ahead on a big black stallion that looked an enough to match its rider. The Frostfang pack watched us leave from the walls. So faces curious, so hostile. One beta muttered sothing about "human weakness" loud enough for to hear. I t his eyes until he looked away.

The trail climbed into the rocky hills. Snow gave way to patches of black stone and twisted pines. Wind cut through my cloak like knives. Every jolt of the horse sent fresh aches through my body, but I kept my spine straight. The brothers didn’t baby . They rode hard, eyes on the horizon.

Rylan circled back after an hour. "Tracks. Fresh. Six wolves, Shadowpine scent. They crossed the border line at dawn."

Darius’s jaw tightened. "They want to see if the curse has already turned us."

Kane’s hand rested on the hilt of the long knife at his belt. "Then we show them what happens when you test feral kings."

We found the first body two hours later. A Frostfang scout, throat torn out, left in the snow like garbage. My stomach turned, but I forced myself to look. The man’s eyes were still open, frozen in surprise.

I slid off my horse and crouched beside the corpse. The wound was ragged and appeared to be made by claws, not a blade. "This wasn’t a fair fight. They ambushed him."

Darius dismounted beside . His boot nudged the body. "Your father’s work. He’s sending at to test our strength while he sits safe behind his walls."

My fingers curled around the knife Kane had given . The latent alpha in my blood surged again, hotter this ti. I could almost feel claws itching under my own nails. "Then let’s send him a ssage back."

We tracked the raiders through the afternoon. The trail led into a narrow ravine where the wind howled between sheer rock walls. Rylan went first on foot, knife out. Kane took the left flank. Darius stayed with , one hand on my reins like he could protect from the whole mountain if he had to.

The attack ca without warning. Six Shadowpine wolves burst from the shadows half-shifted, claws and fangs gleaming. One slamd into Rylan before he could dodge. They went down in a snarling heap. Kane t two at once, knives flashing. Darius shoved behind him and shifted in a blur of black fur and bone-cracking sound.

I didn’t hide.

The nearest raider broke past Darius and charged straight for . Big man, face twisted in a partial muzzle. He swung a clawed hand at my head.

I moved without thinking. I dropped low, knife slashing up under his ribs the way I’d seen the brothers spar in the yard. Steel sank deep. Hot blood poured over my hand and wrist. The man howled, staggered. I twisted the blade and yanked it free. He dropped to his knees, clutching the wound.

The bond in exploded with raw pride from all three alphas at once. It hit like lightning. Darius’s cold satisfaction, Kane’s quiet approval, Rylan’s wild joy. My own blood sang back. For the first ti the human girl from Shadowpine felt like she belonged to sothing sharper than fear.

I killed him with a second thrust to the throat. Clean this ti. His body hit the snow with a soft thud.

The fight ended fast after that. Darius tore one raider apart with his jaws. Kane left two bleeding out from precise cuts across arteries. Rylan finished the last with a laugh that echoed off the rocks, claws buried in the man’s chest.

When the ravine went quiet again, I stood in the middle of it all, chest heaving, blood up to my elbows. The knife felt warm in my grip. My dress was torn at the shoulder, fresh scratches stinging on my arm, but I was alive. More than alive.

Darius shifted back to human form, naked and streaked with red. He crossed to in three strides and caught my face in both hands. His kiss was brutal, all teeth and hunger. "You killed like one of us."

Kane wiped his blades on a dead man’s cloak and looked at with new eyes: storm-gray and steady. "The curse felt that. It’s quieter now."

Rylan sauntered over, still grinning, fangs still sharp at the edges. He licked a spot of blood from my cheek. "Told you she had teeth."

We made camp in the ravine as the light died and built a fire from scavenged wood. The bodies were dragged to the side as a ssage for anyone else who ca looking. I sat on a flat rock, cleaning the knife with snow. My hands shook a little, but not from fear. From the rush.

The brothers joined around the fire. Darius passed a skin of water. Kane cut strips of at from a pack and roasted them on a stick. Rylan kept watch, but his eyes kept drifting back to .

Night settled cold and heavy. The bond pulled us closer. I ate slowly, tasting blood and smoke on every bite. When the at was gone Darius pulled into his lap. His hands road under my cloak, rough and possessive. Kane moved behind , mouth on the back of my neck. Rylan knelt in front, amber eyes bright.

They took there on the cold ground beside the fire. Slow at first, then harder. Darius inside while Kane bit marks into my shoulders and Rylan kissed until I couldn’t breathe. The knot swelled deep, locking to Darius while the other two stroked and teased and marked every inch they could reach. I ca with a cry that echoed off the rocks, body shaking, the bond burning brighter than the flas.

Afterward we stayed tangled together under cloaks and furs. I lay between them, heart still racing, the taste of victory and sex thick on my tongue.

But as the fire burned low, a new sound drifted down from the ridges above. Another howl. Distant. Mocking. Shadowpine voices calling my na like a curse.

I sat up slowly, knife already back in my hand. The brothers tensed around .

The war had just sent its first real reply.