Bloodbound To My Four Archenemies.

July 14 2026, 1:32am.

Azriel pressed the heel of his palm against her clit as he rode her over and over to ecstasy.

For a moment, the only sounds that echoed through the car were the sound of his fingers slamming in and out of her, that is until a gasping moan broke free. She bucked against his hand, forcing him deeper...

Until—

"Welcome home, Alphas!" The very familiar sound of one of their bodyguards slipped into the tension and cracked it open as the car door was suddenly pulled open and the night’s breeze slammed fiercely into their faces.

Matthias, who was the guard, felt his heart lurch into his chest as soon as he was confronted with the scene happening inside the limousine.

In blind panic, he immediately spun around when he saw a half-naked Luna Nyx’ara sprawled out in front of Alpha Azriel. She looked like she had been run through and he could not blame her seeing as Alpha Azriel’s fingers were still buried somewhere between the bunched-up clothes around her legs.

A blush crept up his face and he lowered his head, his voice hoarse as he murmured; "You’re home, Alphas."

In other words: take this up to your room and save me this thorough embarrassment.

The atmosphere shifted. The brothers froze in their tracks... but Nyx’ara— Nyx’ara, who was still lost in a haze of pleasure, continued to ride his hand shamelessly, gripping onto Azriel’s shirt as she came over and over again on his fingers.

—

They stepped out of the limousine moments later like they were in a commercial for one of the weirdest, most shameful companies in the whole wide world. Their heads were lowered slightly as they avoided the gazes of the few bodyguards hanging around as they made their way to the main house.

Kieran carried Nyx’ara bridal style as he walked behind his brothers, his expression twisted into a mask of stoicism as he breathed down against the strain in his pants and the images flying across his head.

He could still remember the way Nyx’ara had moaned so loudly, it made the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. He could still smell her arousal as she came over and over again on Azriel’s fingers.

Even now, he could still smell it...

His grip on her body tightened as he carried her into the main house, and upon their arrival at the living room, he gently placed her into one of the larger sofas before taking a tentative step back. Kieran couldn’t help but watch her sleepy flushed face for a moment too long. He couldn’t help but feel his chest constricting with a desire that even he himself could not curb.

However, as soon as he moved away from her, her hand shot up and her fingers dug into the hem of his shirt. She cried; "D-don’t go, y-yet."

But he didn’t wish to go either. If anything, he wanted to be here for all of eternity.

He wanted to hold her close and kiss her, and do all the dark twisted things he’s thought about in the past hour.

SHE KILLED YOUR SISTER.

That sudden thought made his body recoil instantly. His hand held her wrist tightly then he shoved her away with enough force that she groaned.

He turned away to look at Draven, his eyes darkening as he hissed; "We need to get to the root of this matter. We need to find who did this to her... to us."

Draven took one glance at Nyx’ara then turned away. He lifted his phone slowly— almost carelessly— and hissed; "I am already on it."

His swift response made the other three turn to look at him because truthfully, at the moment, they thought they all cared more about Nyx’ara’s moaning and less about the reason she was like this in the first place.

Just as they pondered over this, the sound of heels clicking in the distance caught their ears.

Azriel was the first to turn towards it and from his glazed eyes, he saw the silhouette of a sexy woman walking over. She was clad in barely anything and had dark wavy strands cascading over her shoulders and back like a waterfall.

Her steps seemed calculated. Elegant. And he couldn’t help but be momentarily mesmerized as she walked over, clipped a finger under his chin, and drawled;

"Alpha..."

The voice sounded familiar. Hell, even the scent was familiar too but something about it... Something about the pheromones blasting from this woman, coupled with the spiked drink still rushing through his veins, made him react in a way that would make him ashamed for the rest of his life.

His cock strained so badly, it was almost painful and his body simmered with heat— enough heat that his veins felt like they were about to pop out of his skin.

He curled his fingers around the woman’s arm, willing her to stop walking around him, as if that could help the spinning of his vision. She stopped, but his vision still swam.

She drawled; "Do you need some help?"

She sounded smooth. Like a seductress. Heavens, her body was that of a seductress as well but clearly, she did not set his blood ablaze like the knocked-out vixen sleeping two couches away.

For a moment, he let his eyes drag over the almost spilling boobs right at his face. He let his fingers skim over the succulent mounds of flesh. His head dropped to rest against that soft sweetness... only for a moment.

This was not the woman he wanted.

This was not the woman who plagued his dreams.

He staggeringly let go of her and walked away, watching as she cast a lingering look at him once before moving on to his brother, Kieran, then Draven... then Rhys.

Rhys, who seemed less affected by her pheromones and spent the least time hanging around her, caught the girl’s wrist in his hand the moment she tried to touch his face.

He took a step away from her as if wanting to create as much distance as he could between them, and then he snarled; "What the fuck are you trying to do, Seraphina?"

Seraphina?

The girl gasped, shocked that she had been found out by this rutting man despite his condition, and lowered her head. "Alpha..."

"Stay away from me, you psychopath!" He hissed into her face, but just as he said that, she palmed her hand over his straining cock and sneered;

"You need me."

"No, I don’t!" Rhys answered coldly. Angrily. "I do not need you. I do not know how you managed to leave the party earlier than the rest of us. I do not know how you’re aware that we have a rut problem right now, hence your desperate attempt to get into our bed. But if I find out that you’re behind this..." he let his voice trail away as his eyes caught on Nyx’ara’s sleeping form, "...then I’ll kill you, Seraphina. You’ve been getting on my nerves for so long and this... this is just the height of it."

His direct words made her so stunned that she staggered backwards then fell.

Her eyes darted over to Nyx’ara and from the familiar stench emanating from the girl, she instantly began to deduce what this was about...

"The stupid girl...!" She swore under her breath, "...and her even more stupid sister!"