Three Alpha Mates
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For three months, Coralina has been tormented by erotic dreams of three faceless Alphas who worship her body in ways that leave her burning with shame and guilt-how can she desire strangers when she's days away from marrying Elijah, the prince she's loved since she was fifteen? But when Elijah finally arrives at her pack for their wedding preparations, he's distant and distracted, barely meeting her eyes while her younger sister Gwendolyn clings to his side. Worse still, he's brought two devastatingly handsome twin Alphas as his companions-Lords Nathan and Luca-and the moment Luca's hand brushes Coralina's, electricity shoots through her entire body exactly like in her dreams. As her perfect fairy-tale wedding begins to crumble around her and the pull toward these mysterious twins intensifies, Coralina realizes her dreams might not be fantasies at all-they might be prophecies of a fate far more complicated and dangerous than the dutiful marriage she's been raised to accept.
Chapter 1
Nov 27, 2025
POV Coralina
My wrists are pinned above my head, trapping me in place as the man behind me grinds against me, the friction deliciously unbearable. The sensation of his hard body pressing against me sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.
The mouth on my breasts shifts, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and I cry out, my hips lifting involuntarily. The third man between my legs chuckles, his breath hot against my soaked core, and I tremble with anticipation.
One finger trails through my folds, gathering the wetness there before slipping inside me, stretching me deliciously. Another finger joins the first, pumping in and out, curling just right to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
The man behind me bites down on my shoulder, a sharp sting that sends a flood of warmth through me. I gasp, my body convulsing as pleasure rips through me, and I’m so, so close…
I jerk awake, gasping, my skin slick with sweat and my body humming with a pleasure that makes shame crawl up my throat like bile. The dream clings to me—phantom touches that feel more real than the silk sheets tangled around my legs.
Three sets of hands. Three mouths. Three bodies worshipping mine in ways that make the heat pool low in my belly even now.
Even as guilt twists through my chest like a blade.
I press my palms against my eyes, trying to banish the images, but they are already fading. They always fade.
I can never remember their faces, just the sensations. The way they move together, how they touch me with a reverence that leaves me trembling and wanting and so deeply ashamed I can barely breathe.
How can I desire three other men when I already have Elijah?
My Elijah. My beloved Lycan Prince. The man I loved since I was fifteen years old, when he visited our pack and smiled at me across the training grounds. That smile stole my breath then, and it still does now.
When my father managed to arrange our marriage two years later, I was overjoyed. Finally, duty and desire aligned. Finally, I could fulfill my role as the older daughter of a High Pack's Alpha and marry the man who haunted my waking thoughts.
But for months now, my dreams belonged to three faceless strangers, and the guilt is eating me alive.
A knock shatters my spiraling thoughts, followed immediately by my door bursting open. My sister Gwendolyn practically dances into my room, her blonde curls bouncing, blue eyes bright with excitement.
"He's here! Coralina, Prince Elijah's arrived early! I saw his carriage just came through the gates."
She flops onto my bed with zero regard for the fact that I am still in my nightgown, still flushed from dreams I can't quite forget.
"You should see him. He looks absolutely divine. I swear he gets more handsome every time I see him."
Something in her tone makes my wolf stir uneasily, but I push the feeling down. Gwendolyn has always been like this.
"Help me dress," I say, climbing out of bed on shaky legs. "I need to look presentable."
"Oh, you'll need more than presentable." She eyes me critically. "You look exhausted. Are you sleeping poorly? You can't have bags under your eyes when you see your future husband."
The concern warms my heart. I smile and move to my dressing table, letting her fuss over me while my heart races with anticipation.
Elijah is here. Finally.
After six months of separation due to royal matters, I'll see him again. Maybe these dreams will finally stop once we are together.
Gwendolyn and I come down to eat after getting myself together. Breakfast turns out to be a special kind of torture. As always, in fact.
"Coralina, sit up straighter," my mother says, her tone sharp enough to cut. "You're slouching like a common omega."
I straighten my spine, keeping my eyes on my plate while my father discusses wedding preparations as if I weren't sitting right there. Gwendolyn, of course, receives nothing but praise—for her dress, her hair, her contribution to the decorations.
"At least Gwendolyn knows how to present herself properly," my mother continues, and I feel the familiar ache of being found wanting to settle into my bones. "You'd think the prince’s bride would take more care with her appearance."
"I'm sorry, Mother."
The words come automatically, worn smooth by years of use.
My father finally looks at me, his expression unreadable. "The prince's party will arrive tonight for the formal greeting. Do try to look like you deserve this match, Coralina. This marriage elevates our entire pack."
I nod dutifully, because that's what I do. That's who I am—the responsible eldest daughter, the one who understands duty, who never causes problems.
Gwendolyn reaches over and squeezes my hand, and when I look at her, her smile seems almost pitying.
"Don't worry, sister. I'm sure Elijah will be thrilled to see you."
* * *
When we sit at the great hall with goblets full of wine and lips full of pleasantries, I keep my eyes on Elijah. Only on Elijah.
"The journey was long, but rewarding," he says, gesturing animatedly. Not to me. To Gwendolyn, who leans forward like she's drinking in every word. "The Shadowmoon territory is unlike anything I've seen."
"How fascinating," Gwendolyn breathes. "Tell me more."
I wait for him to turn to me. To include me in the conversation. But his gaze slides past me like I'm not even here.
"Prince Elijah," I try, forcing brightness into my voice. "I'd love to hear about—"
"The northern mountains are spectacular this time of year," he continues, still looking at my sister.
Father clears his throat. "My lord, perhaps you could tell us about your companions?"
The two men Father means sit across from me—Lords Nathan and Luca, identical twins, Alphas of the Shadowmoon Pack.
I caught only a glimpse when Elijah introduced them earlier. Tall, lean, dark auburn hair. That's all I let myself see before fixing my attention back on my betrothed. But even looking at Elijah, I feel them.
Their presence pulls at something deep in my chest, like a hook beneath my ribs.
"They've been invaluable allies," Elijah says absently. “My older brother’s friends.”
"Lady Coralina," one of them says, his voice low and rough. "It's an honor."
I don't look up. "Likewise, my lord."
Something shifts in the air. My wolf stirs restlessly, which makes no sense. I force myself to smile at Elijah, who's already turned back to Gwendolyn.
"More wine, my lady?"
Before I can respond, someone moves around the table. One of the twins—Luca, I think—lifts the decanter.
His hand brushes mine as he passes the goblet and the world seems to stop.
Lightning tears through me—electricity shooting from that single point of contact straight to my core, igniting every nerve ending. My breath catches. The goblet tilts, wine sloshing over the rim onto the white tablecloth.
"My apologies, my lady," he murmurs.
I finally looked up. Green eyes. Sharp features. An intensity that makes my chest constrict with something between fear and recognition.
Exactly like… in my dreams.
No. No, that's not possible. "I…" My voice comes out strangled. "Excuse me."
"Coralina?" Mother's tone carries a warning.
"I'm not feeling well." I stand so abruptly my chair scrapes against stone. "Please forgive me."
"Darling, sit down," Father says, but I'm already moving.
Elijah finally looked my way. "Gwendolyn was just telling me about the spring festival..."
I flee the hall, my mother's sharp voice calling after me, but I can't stay. Can't sit there while Elijah ignores me. Can't be in the same room as those two men who make my skin burn with a touch that shouldn't mean anything.
I make it to my chambers and lock the door, pressing my back against it. My hand still tingles. My wolf paces frantically, agitated in a way she's never been.
What the hell was that?
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