Author Belle 的作品

"Ahh... ahhh... slow down..." my helpless moans echoed softly, trembling in the tight space as Lysander’s massive length steadily drove in and out of my hole. Every single thrust was deep, unrelenting, and overwhelming, burning through my senses until I could barely think straight."F-fuck... slow down, will you?!" I almost screamed at him, but the panic hit me instantly. I slammed both of my hands over my mouth, suddenly remembering that we weren't alone in this building—there were still ordinary people walking around just outside our cubicle.I’m terrified they might hear us. Fuck!.How in the hell did I end up trapped in a fucked-up situation like this?!Just a little while ago, I was simply trying on the clothes they picked out for me in the fitting room. And now? Now I was completely trapped between these twin Alphas, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow.I knew what I was supposed to do. I should be pushing them away with all the strength I had left. I should be scream

"Klein, are you okay?" Gerald asked softly from beside me.I was sitting in silence inside a high-end clothing boutique while the twin Alphas and their two Betas browsed through rack after rack of designer outfits. Gerald took a seat right next to me, and I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, studying my expression."I’m really not in the mood to talk, Gerald," I warned him through clenched teeth, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. "If you don't want me to take out my frustration on you because of those bitches, you’d better move away from me."To distract myself, I pretended to be deeply invested in looking over the displays around us."I'm staying right here beside you," Gerald insisted stubbornly.I whipped my head around to glare at him in annoyance, but he merely offered me a sweet, unflappable smile."I'm already used to your attitude anyway, Klein, so it doesn't bother me as much anymore," he continued smoothly. "Just please... don't release your pheromones

"Darling, are you alright?".I snapped back to my senses when I heard Lysander’s voice calling out to me. I looked up at him, then over at Lucien – both of them were staring at me with intense, unblinking eyes that made me feel uneasy. I quickly looked away from them, not wanting to meet their gaze, and didn’t bother answering Lysander’s question. My mind was still racing with Keno’s plan, trying to figure out how to make it work."Will it work?" I asked Keno quietly inside my mind, my thoughts focused solely on the idea of pretending to change just to earn their trust.> "I don't know. The twins are too sharp and perceptive," Keno replied honestly, his voice serious and thoughtful. "But let's try – we don’t have any other options right now. Wait, much better if you act naturally, Klein." He added, and I furrowed my brow slightly as I looked down at my plate."What do you mean?". I asked him, still confused about how to approach this new plan.> "Just act like you usually do in front

—Klein's POV"Will you fucking stop following me?!" I snapped at Gerald, my patience completely worn thin. I quickened my pace, walking faster in the hope that he’d finally get the message and stop trailing after me. But he kept up easily, matching my steps with his own. Frustrated beyond measure, I came to a sudden stop and turned to face him directly – my hands on my hips as I glared at him."What do you fucking want?" I asked, my voice sharp and full of irritation. Gerald immediately bowed his head slightly, looking almost apologetic as he avoided my eyes."Sorry. I just wanted to follow you—"."Why? Are you my shadow? Are you my bodyguard or something, huh?!" I snapped again, my anger rising with every word. It was still early in the morning, but my head was already throbbing with frustration because of him. He’d been following me for hours – ever since I’d left the twins’ room to eat breakfast, all the way out here to the garden. He was everywhere I went, like an annoying fly

"Y-You..." Klein said, his voice trembling with fury as he stared down at the tattoo etched permanently into his chest. The black lines of the wolf’s head seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of everything he’d lost – his freedom, his autonomy, his right to make choices about his own body."Wait," Klein immediately lifted his head to look at the twins, his eyes wide with sudden realization as a new thought crossed his mind. "Where is Gerald? What did you do to him, huh?!". He demanded, his voice rising in volume and intensity as he looked from Lysander to Lucien and back again.The memory was still clear in his mind – Gerald’s terrified face, his body trembling as the Beta held him tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he’d stared at the syringe in horror. The sight had sent a sharp pang of pain through Klein’s heart, even though he’d told himself countless times that he didn’t care about Gerald after what he’d said. But seeing him so vulnerable had reminded him of Sandro,

——Third Person POVLucien gently lifted the unconscious Klein, carefully laying him down on an empty hospital bed – right next to where Gerald was already lying motionless on the adjacent bed. After setting him down, Lucien stood up straight and stepped back slightly from the bed, his eyes fixed on Klein’s pale face as the young Omega lay still against the pillows. "Start now," he commanded, his voice firm and clear – leaving no room for argument. At his words, the two scientists immediately moved forward, their movements practiced and efficient as they prepared to begin their work.The room fell silent as everyone watched intently as the scientists carefully made a small incision in Klein and Gerald’s left chests, just above their hearts. Blood immediately welled up from the cuts, trickling down their pale skin before being quickly wiped away by the scientists’ gloved hands. The procedure was precise, each movement calculated to avoid causing unnecessary damage to their bodies."W