Forbidden Never Felt This Good I

Aurora

The whispers started the moment I walked through the gates of Blackthorn Academy.

"Look, it’s her."

"That’s the rejected omega."

"Pathetic. Her own fated mate didn’t even want her."

I kept my head down, clutching the strap of my bag tighter as I walked through the crowded hallway. My uniform skirt felt too short, my blouse too tight. Every pair of eyes seemed to burn into me. This was supposed to be a fresh start. Mom had mated with Alpha Harlan two months ago, bringing us into one of the most powerful packs in the region. I thought people would leave me alone.

I was wrong.

By lunch, the entire school knew my story. How my fated mate, Elias, had rejected me publicly during the mating ceremony in my old pack. How he called me a "broken omega" with a weak wolf that would only drag him down. The humiliation still replayed in my head every night.

I ate alone in the corner of the cafeteria, trying to disappear. It didn’t work.

Three seniors found me after the final bell. The walk home became a nightmare.

"Hey, omega trash!" a tall guy with a shaved head shouted. "Heard you can’t even shift properly. Let’s see that pathetic wolf of yours!"

I walked faster, my heart hammering. Two guys and one girl trailed behind me, laughing and throwing small stones that bounced off my legs.

"Come on, shift!" the girl yelled. "We want to see why your mate rejected your worthless ass!"

Another rock hit my shoulder. I stumbled but kept going, tears stinging my eyes. The pack house was just ahead. If I could just make it through the gates…

They caught up.

One of the guys grabbed my arm and spun me around. "You think you’re hot shit just because your mom fucked the Alpha? You’re still just a rejected slut."

I tried to pull away, but he shoved me hard. I fell to the ground, scraping my palms. The girl laughed and kicked dirt at me.

"Shift, bitch. Or we’ll make you."

Fear choked me. My wolf was weak. Submissive. I hadn’t shifted in front of anyone since the rejection. I couldn’t do it now.

That’s when I heard the growls.

Three massive wolves burst out of the trees like shadows come to life.

The first was pitch black with silver streaks — huge, powerful, radiating pure dominance. The second was dark gray, scarred and terrifying. The third was midnight black with piercing blue eyes, moving with lethal grace.

They attacked without hesitation.

The black wolf slammed into the guy holding me, teeth sinking into his shoulder. The gray one took down the other male in one brutal leap. The blue-eyed wolf chased the girl, who screamed and ran like a peepsqueak. 

I watched in frozen horror as my bullies were torn apart. Not killed, but badly injured — deep bites, blood soaking their clothes. They shifted in panic and fled, whimpering like beaten dogs.

The three wolves turned toward me.

My breath caught.

They were beautiful. Terrifying. Majestic. Slowly, they began to shift.

First, the oldest — Draven. 27 years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and cold gray eyes. His black hair was messy from the shift. Blood streaked his bare chest.

Then Thorne — 25, brooding and intense, dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a body covered in old scars. He looked like violence barely contained.

Finally, Riven — 22, the youngest. Cocky smirk, messy dark hair, and bright blue eyes that seemed to strip me naked even now.

All three were completely naked, their bodies glistening with sweat and a little blood. My eyes betrayed me, dropping lower for just a second before I forced them back up. Heat flooded my face.

Draven stepped forward first. His presence was overwhelming.

"Are you hurt?" His voice was deep, almost gentle, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

I shook my head, still on the ground. "I… I’m fine."

Thorne moved closer, his nostrils flaring as he scented the air around me. His eyes darkened. "She’s bleeding."

Riven crouched in front of me, completely unashamed of his nudity. His cock hung heavy between his legs, and I had to fight not to look. "Little sister got herself into trouble on her first day, huh?"

Draven offered me his hand. When I took it, he pulled me up effortlessly. The moment our skin touched, something electric shot through me. My omega scent spiked without warning — sweet, submissive, needy.

All three brothers noticed.

Draven’s jaw tightened. Thorne’s eyes flashed. Riven let out a low, hungry sound.

"Come inside," Draven ordered.

They walked me into the pack house. The moment the door closed, the tension became suffocating. I could feel their eyes on me like physical touches.

Draven led me to the large living room and made me sit on the couch. He disappeared for a moment and returned with a first aid kit. Thorne and Riven stood nearby, watching silently.

Draven knelt in front of me. He gently took my scraped hands and began cleaning them. His touch was surprisingly careful for such a powerful man.

"You shouldn’t have to deal with that filth," he said quietly.

"I’m used to it," I whispered.

Thorne stepped closer, his massive frame casting a shadow over us. "Not anymore."

Riven dropped onto the couch beside me, so close our thighs touched. "Those assholes won’t bother you again. We made sure of that."

My heart was racing. Being this close to them — three naked, incredibly attractive alpha stepbrothers covered in the blood of my enemies — was doing dangerous things to my body. My pussy was getting wet. I could smell my own arousal mixing with their strong alpha scents.

Draven noticed.

His thumb brushed slowly over my lower lip, wiping away a small speck of dirt. His gray eyes locked onto mine.

"Your scent is getting stronger, little omega," he murmured. "You liked watching us protect you?"

I bit my lip, ashamed. "I… I don’t know."

Riven leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Liar. Your little cunt is dripping right now, isn’t it?"

Thorne growled softly from behind the couch, his hand sliding into my hair and tilting my head back gently but firmly.

"You’ve been driving us crazy since you moved in," he admitted, his voice rough. "That sweet, submissive omega scent filling our house every day. We tried to stay away. But after today…"

Draven’s hand moved from my lip down to my neck, feeling my racing pulse.

"No one else gets to break you, Aurora," he said, voice low and possessive. "No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to hurt you."

He leaned closer, his lips barely an inch from mine.

"Only we can."