Uneasiness flickers through the room. I wonder how the council will try to sidestep this order and of course, they have to. If I fully Claim Iliana, then everyone will see that Sean is hers. Let's be real, that Mark isn't going anywhere and Georgie-poo can suck a dick... not my brother's dick, but ya know....

I stride onto the center floor, heading straight for Iliana. Carmichael and Trey and practically attack Sean, locking his ass into chains usually reserved for the criminally insane. As I near Ili, I whip off my shirt to wipe her tears. My stomach hurts from the rage of my wolf. Our mate was crying and we weren't there to comfort her.

"Hey, Brax," she whispers tremulously.

"Hi, Gorgeous," I murmur back.

"The first step will be the Marks and mating," Conner announces to the room. "Sean's Mark will fade if my Beta fully Claims my brother."

One of the elders, Jorgensen, if I'm not mistaken, smirks with smug glee, "it may not fade," he says. His wiry grey eyebrows move up and down with every word he speaks. "We will start with Beta Thomas's new Claim, then move onto Georgina and young Tremaine."

His dick. Georgina can suck this old geezer's pencil-dick. It's possible that she already has.

Iliana's Mark on Sean won't fade, but the council already knows that. They know she and Sean are truemates. Will this test also show the connection between Georgina and Sean? Are they hoping that Georgina's Mark can chase away Iliana's?

I take my female's hands in my own. They're like blocks of ice. She looks dazed and haunted. My wolf snarls in response. This isn't fair to her. None of this should be happening.

"Babydoll, look at me."

Soulful eyes peer into mine. I hold her gaze for a moment before kneeling and tipping my head to the side, presenting my neck to my female. The sharp scent of mating venom fills the air. How would she be able to have venom if I wasn't already hers? What could these dumbasses possibly be thinking?

It's fast. She sinks her canines into my neck and withdraws way too fast for my liking. I can feel her body tremble against mine, her hands clutching my shoulders tightly. Her bite feels fucking amazing and, luckily, it doesn't drain my energy as the first one did. Instead, I go hard as stone. My dick's so hard, in fact, that I have to stand up real fucking carefully.

Iliana tilts her head for me. She doesn't kneel. She doesn't have to, I'm almost a full foot taller than she is. Gently I move her hair out of my way before carefully lining up my fangs with my Mark. I hold my bite until she lets out a tiny sigh, relaxing in my arms. When I finally pull away, my blood is smeared on her lips and I taste her blood on mine.

Sean has fallen to his knees, head bowed, body shaking. In a rage, not in pain. He hates the violation of our privacy, the eyes burning into our skulls, the avarice, the pity, the hatred being flung at Iliana and me. Georgie, that blond fucking bitch, is crying more openly as Trey wrenches his head to one side and pokes the Mark.

"It is not fading. No signs of redness or inflammation," the faux-alpha of the RedMoon says.

"The Claim must be completed!" Pencil-dick squalls from behind me.

I curse foully enough that Iliana's eyes widen on me. I fucking hate that this is happening right now. Especially with all these witnesses. At least my parents aren't here. Iliana's parents are, though.

Oh fucking well. I gather her close and pick her up. My fingers busily fall between us, to gather up the pretty lavender skirt she wore today, and unzip my dark slacks.

I spring out, a hard salute for my sweet female. She's shaking, cold, scared. Even that can't wilt my erection. Not when we already smell of each other, and, yeah, I may be a little bit of an exhibitionist. What male wolf isn't?

I kiss her softly. "Ili-doll, shh," I murmur, kissing her cheek, the skin next to her ear. "I'm sorry, babydoll. Wrap your legs around my waist. That's it, beautiful. Shh, don't cry," I say softly enough that no one else can hear.

I hear a rustling motion nearby and my wolf snarls at the interlopers. I slide an inch into my doll before turning to glare at the onlookers.

Carmichael, Trey, and two elders are standing mere feet away, eyes fixed to the place where I'm struggling to join our bodies. Carmichael must have made the noise, deliberately, to let us know we were being watched so closely. Ili turns to look, her body going stiff.

"Eyes on me, Ili-doll," I whisper. Obediently she turns back to me. "Good girl," I croon, hips rocking, sinking deeper and deeper. It's a struggle, she's soft and pliant, but not wet enough to take my size easily. I'm not experienced, either, a fact that makes me want to punch something, or someone. Sean would be a good target.

When I'm halfway seated, I lift my head and snarl at the onlookers, "it's done. Get the fuck away from us."

"Consummation requires male ejaculation," pencil-dick smirks.

"Fuck off," I snarl back. My wolf rears his head, snapping and frothing at the mouth. My cock slips out of my doll, just an inch, as my claws swipe outward to scratch at pencil-dick, hovering just a smidge too close.

Blood blooms across his chest as he stumbles backward in shock. The shouting of the council is so loud that my wolf's ears twitch from pain.

"Don't antagonize a male who is fucking his mate, sí?" Carmichael scoffs. "You need to remember the old ways." He takes a packet of beef jerky out of his leather jacket pocket and starts to open it.

I spare him a quick growl. I'm thankful for his interference as the council settles back down, but I'm not happy at the reminder that he screwed Auntie Cass and Uncle Mattie in front of his entire pack in 'the old ways.' Or so the rumors say.

A slim, cool hand cups my cheek. My eyes, and my wolf's, snap back to the muted grey's swimming with desire and worry. I stare into her and thrust. Ili squirms, trying to get closer so she can hide from all the eyes staring at us.

She feels so vulnerable, here in the center of this fucking courtroom. The bond flickers with her rapid thoughts, darting around like a mouse avoiding a cat. She feels like a circus freak and is terrified that the council will see that Sean isn't really in any pain and will rip us both away from her.

In an abrupt motion that makes her squeal in surprise, I start to walk backward with Ili still in my arms and on my dick, ignoring the protests of the elders. Turning, I press Ili's back against a wall covered in old stains from all of the past criminals. Sean's scent fills the air. Ili looks sharply to her left to see Sean, his eyes dark, just a foot away.

"How do you like this, Beta?" I sneer at Sean. To the court, it must seem like I'm taunting the broken male on his knees, but I see the lust in Sean's eyes. Hell, I can smell his arousal mixing with his scent of rage.

"Sean," Ili whispers. The male surges to his feet, muttering, "angel" under his breath.

Ili responds to the proximity of her males. Her body becomes pliant in my arms. I flex my ass and slide deeper into her. A moan of pleasure slips free of her pretty pink lips. "Hear that?" I mutter to Sean as I slap Ili's bottom lightly, "she loves my fat cock in her sweet, tight pussy."

Sean licks his lips, eyes fastened to her body. A wet sound fills the air. Our female is starting to drip as we shut the world out for her. It's just our beautiful mate and her two horny-as-fuck males.

"You wish this was you, feral fucker?" I keep mocking Sean. "Smells good? I'm gonna fuck you right out of her."

Sean struggles against the chains, growling and snarling. It's a good show, but the reality is he wants to touch Ili, not break this up. His body is partially turned away from the crowd behind us, hiding the obscene tent in his pants and I spare a moment to feel disappointed that he can't spring his dick free.

He lunges forward, stopped just inches away from us by the heavy, silver-infused chains manacling his wrists and ankles to the thick ring in the floor.

"Fuck her harder," Sean growls lowly, snapping his canines in our faces. "Make her drip all over this fucking floor."

I hear a scuffle behind me. Carmichael's voice, cursing about dropping his jerky. Trey and my brother... close... too close. Ili jerks in my arms, her lust-filled haze momentarily broken by the wailing of her so-called sister to get away from 'her mate.'

I sink my fangs into the Mark on her neck and slap my hips upward three times in rapid succession. Ili whimpers, helpless, and the sound of her soaked pussy taking my cock brings her back to us.

I release her neck. "You like that, doll?" I murmur. "Remember how good it felt when Sean licked your clit and my dick? Poor fucker is all by himself over there," I say as if Sean isn't less than a foot away, snarling and straining to get closer to us.

Lust punches through her, through me. My own, Ili's, probably Sean's... I pull out to the tip, then slowly slide back in, hilting myself. Ili whimpers and squirms, but she can't do anything, pinned in place while I slowly torture her.

"We want to see her tits," Sean mutters, licking his lips again. He shreds his clothing and takes his dick in his hand, stroking himself as the court erupts in confusion.

I slow down and Ili wordlessly protests, grey eyes flashing with fire. Smirking at her, I rip her silky, flimsy shirt, revealing her bra. That's shredded a moment later. Ili's perfect tits pop free. Sean moans, dark eyes caressing her skin like a brand.

"Suck them for us," he demands hoarsely.

I start to bend my head, wanting a mouthful, but Ili cries out in panic. I immediately respond by gathering her closer.

"Get them away from him!" Georgie shrieks from what sounds like only feet away.

Tears spring into Ili's eyes. "She's going to take him from me," she babbles.

"Never. Never, mate," Sean gasps out. "We are yours. We promised. We love you."

Pain is eclipsing the pleasure Ili was feeling. She's being forced to fuck one of her males right in front of so many eyes. Strangers, her fucking family, and not a single ClearHowl pack member except my brother. This isn't the 'old way.' This is a farce, a moment to belittle the female Beta and cement her 'place' as less than her males. This is wrong. Wrong for Ili.

I shake off the sense of doom, the knowledge that Ili is suffering and sacrificing for a greater good. The greater good that she is willingly hurting herself for. To save ClearHowl and possibly the entire wolf world from mad scientists who will ruin our fate and in the process reveal our existence to an unforgiving world.

"Braxton, Sean," Ili sobs.

"Bring her closer," Sean snarls harshly.

A hand touches my shoulder. My wolf turns and snaps, biting into flesh that isn't either of my mates. Georgina screams in pain. I spit the foul taste out, but it lingers in my mouth. Roaring in anger, I shove Ili into Sean's chained arms while still locked deep in her body.

"Angel, Angel," Sean croons. He layers kisses all over her cheek, her neck, every part of her that he can reach with his limited mobility.

The entire courtroom falls silent except for the gasps and pained moans of wolves who were fighting to separate us from Sean moments ago.

I expect Carmichael to step up and say something sarcastic, but instead, it's Trey who steps forward. "Sean, let her go." He doesn't bother to sound angry, just makes it seem like he's fulfilling his role as Sean's new 'alpha.'

Sean's wordless snarl is all of the response that Trey gets. Ili stiffens in my arms, and I feel pressure as Sean seeks to plunge himself into our mate. "Hey, easy now," I murmur as I feel him pressing against my cock. "She's new to this shit."

"Can you take us both, Angel?" Sean purrs into her ear. He scrapes his teeth against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Stretch your tiny body around us?"

"Oh, my goddess," Ili trembles, then falls right back into a lust-filled daze. Her own biology works against her, making her want to please the males she's Claimed as her own. "Yes," she breathes.

Sean presses harder. I withdraw a bit, my eyes sliding closed as I concentrate on not hurting our precious female. We barely make it inside of her, but Ili wants it, her desire trembling through the bond.

Georgie is screaming behind us, so I nip Ili's ear, whispering as Sean does the same to her other side. "You feel unbelievable, Ili-doll," I husk out. "Spread out over both our cocks. Ours. Our beautiful doll."

On her other side, Sean is softly whispering dirty shit, too, "so tight, so perfect. An angel taking two dirty, filthy cocks."

"You want more, doll? You need to ride your cocks, baby?" I croon.

"I need more," she parrots, then... "Sean, Mark me," she mumbles, completely out-of-the-blue, nearly incoherent with desire.

Sean and I freeze, our dicks locked together in their delicious prison. "Yeah, doll?" I husk out. Fuck the plan. Screw hurting Ili and making her sacrifice and potentially lose one of her males. Uncle Alex will just have to work with what he's got, yeah?

"Are you sure, Angel?" Sean's voice is trembling, sounding uncertain, but I can attest to how hard his dick is.

"Yes," Ili breathes. Her head lolls to one side, her face peaceful.

Sean presses his mouth to her neck, trembling. The world is a blur, the screaming and shouting muffled, the sounds of wolves renewing their battles just background noise.

"Tell him again, Doll," I whisper. "Tell him you want his Mark."

"I do," she breathes into my shoulder. "Want it all."

Sean sinks his teeth in. Everything fades to the two wolves in my arms. Nothing else matters as Ili shakes and moans, her body trembling.

She comes apart with a cry and goes limp as her pussy contracts around us endlessly. "Fuck," I grunt, holding her tightly because Sean looks about ready to collapse, too.

"Sean, you need to come," I snap out. His dark eyes focus on me and narrow in understanding, but he's swaying, exhausted. Reaching down under Ili's spread thighs, I cup his balls and squeeze. With a howl, Sean explodes. I feel jets of his warm cum, dripping down my length, coating my thighs, hitting the floor. I growl happily and release him, thrusting hard into my female as he slips out and starts to sink to the floor. I follow, using Sean's relaxed body as a pillow as I fuck our female until my own balls tighten up.

"Look, babydoll," I whisper. Ili's eyes flicker open. "Look at the pretty mess," I grunt as I come inside her. She obediently looks down at my cum-slicked dick, covered in all three of us as I gently withdraw. "It's beautiful," I grin. "I love you."

Her pretty lips part to respond when that fucker who took my auntie and uncle away opens his fat mouth. "Can't Severe now. The bond is complete with all three of them. As tight as mi sobrino said his little mate's pussy is."

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I rub Sean's thigh soothingly as my male rumbles dangerously under me. We're sitting in the criminal's box, Sean leaning against the wall with me tucked securely in his lap. He's getting hit with all of me. My memories, my thoughts, my feelings, and I can feel how upset he is.

He won't let anyone unchain him. Braxton or I could do it, but I'm so exhausted I can barely move and Braxton is busy arguing with the council.

I think we may be in deep shit. A very public three-way Claim is chaotic in the best of situations, but this was awful even if right now I feel... wonderful. Disturbed, but whole, if that makes sense.

"Shh, Angel. Don't worry. The Brat has this," Sean murmurs.

Braxton does seem to have everything in hand. He's energized, naked, and cursing up a blue streak.

"We're all Claimed completely," Braxton snaps out. "Like Alpha Carm said, it's fucking too late."

Georgina is sobbing hysterically. I feel a twinge of guilt every time I look over, so I keep pretending I don't see her. The council wolves and Georgina's crew of supporters are all displaying varying levels of shock and fury. Alpha Carmichael looks amused. My parents are nowhere in sight, thank the goddess. Conner looks enraged, but I'm fairly certain that's because the council keeps undermining his authority. After all, ClearHowl still isn't recognized as a 'real' pack. Jerks.

"Death can Severe the bond!" one of the council's wolves, bleeding from wounds on his chest and his nose, screams over the top of all the other shouting.

Pin-drop silence falls before Braxton leaps at the dumb male. Conner catches him and a wrestling match ensues. During the fracas, another wolf approaches us, frowning.

"Sean," he urges, "you can have all three as mates." His words catch the attention of Alpha Carmichael and a few others. "There's no reason why either of your females needs to suffer." More wolves turn their heads his way. The onlookers turn their heads, listening to this wolf's quiet urging. "You can Mark Georgina today and if neither female loses their Mark then we can proceed," he says with hope.

Georgina overhears him and gasps, "can we try? Please Sean? I love you."

The urge to vomit is nearly overwhelming. Maybe it's unfair of me. After all, I already took advantage of my two-for-one deal, but I can't share my life with my sister. I want nothing to do with her. Sean grasps my head and turns my face to his chest. He growls at the crowd, one word, "no."

"Sean-"

"Who the fuck are you?" Braxton comes back to us, scowling at the wolf.

The stranger looks at Braxton calmly, "I'm Sean's cousin."

"He's never seen you before," I say quietly, my voice slightly muffled in Sean's pectoral. "He doesn't know you at all."

The male wolf ignores me, which my males don't react well to. Conner steps forward. "This is ridiculous. No male would allow a female's Mark to stick if that female was Claimed by another male unless that female was his truemate. This is the proof," he waves a hand toward Sean and me, "that Iliana is Sean's truemate."

"Georgina is his truemate!" one of the council wolves yowls in the background. Noise ebbs and swells, until a new voice cuts through the sound.

"Then a test is required, yeah?"

We all turn to see a monster in the doorway.