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Lars knew that his shock was showing plainly on his face, but how could he hide it?

Phoenix smiled and walked over to the desk. He sat down in the wooden rolling chair and placed the pendant inside a locked drawer. "Why don't you tell him, Brother? Inform our guest."

Griffin was like a statue, his arms still folded across his broad chest. "The Atlas Clans have always been in the service of Xyletia. The prime minister was tapped by the Emperor years ago and he personally assisted in opening routes for our troops into your country. In short, the men you seek have long been locked away or wiped from existence."

"I-impossible," Lars said.

"I have to give Ekdol credit, though," said Phoenix. "The fact that they were able to conceal your existence is remarkable. An Omega prince, unknown to the rest of the world. We knew thatsomeoneimportant would be making their way across the border tonight, but a prince?" He laughed. "You were lucky that we were the ones to intercept you."

"Why? You're going to kill me anyway, aren't you?"

"No, little Omega. We're not going to kill you." A smile curled on his lips that Lars couldn't interpret. All he felt was a shiver that moved through his entire body, so strong that it made his shoulders shake. But it wasn't something triggered by fear.

Focus, he thought.Please, focus. You have to focus.

"Then... if you won't, your emperor will. Just like he did to my family."

"The Emperor doesn't need to know who you are. We can keep your identity secret."

"Why would you do that?" Lars asked.

"Because. We want you." Phoenix's eyes flashed. "You will be ours. Our mate."

"What?" Lars stammered. "I don't... No! I refuse!"

Griffin approached and Lars jerked back, trying to push farther across the bed. He stretched against his ties, and they cut painfully into his wrists. His heart was hammering and his head swam from the wash of conflicting feelings pouring over him. He couldn't believe how he was reacting to this. He could feel the tingling warmth of arousal building up inside of him, bringing heat and wetness to his entrance. He felt all the binds of control breaking free, no matter how hard he struggled to cling to them.

"You'll be in heat soon," Griffin said. "You can't hide. Not here. Every Alpha in this complex will know, and every single one of them will want to fuck you. No one will be able to protect you. You'll be filled so many times that it'll be impossible to know which cock was responsible for putting a baby inside of you."

Lars squeezed his eyes shut. This wasn't supposed to happen.Concentrate. Please, just concentrate.

"We will make you our mate," Phoenix said, and Lars felt his scent draw near. He gasped and opened his eyes. The man was kneeling in front of him again, his face just inches away. He should've been repelled but it was the opposite. He felt drawn in. Phoenix smiled, his lips pulling back just enough to reveal his canines, which slowly became his deadly wolf fangs. His body responded immediately to them being bared, sending a charge of arousal to his cock. He squeezed his thighs together in a futile attempt to stop himself from becoming hard.

"None will dare touch you if you're ours," Phoenix murmured. His voice reverberated inside of Lars's head, and it made his body weak and loose. He was slipping so fast now. He was tumbling down towards a deep pit of sin and depravity that he'd never knew could be possible. No amount of training, or coddling, or protection could've prepared him for this. This feeling had always been inside of him, a tiny flame that was now turning into a bonfire. These two Alpha brothers were like gasoline.

His eyelids fluttered dreamily as Phoenix's words continued to echo inside of his mind.

If you're ours...

He felt the Alpha's hand press against his cheek, taking his face into his palm. He reacted by moaning. He couldn't stop it from escaping. Goosebumps spread across his flesh. Phoenix's grin widened, and he dragged his thumb down Lars's lips. He could've bitten the Alpha. Shifted out his fangs and ripped his damn thumb from his hand. But instead...

Instead he kissed him. He tasted Phoenix's skin, allowed him to push his thumb into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across it, sucked on it, did things he'd never imagined himself ever doing...

Phoenix's hand gripped Lars's head, pulling him closer. The humming vibration deep inside of his belly was singing now, sending ripples of energy through every part of his body, readying him for what would come. His cock throbbed painfully, wanting to be free of the constraints of his underwear. His entrance was slick and hot as a furnace, aching for a knot. His skin prickled with ultra-sensitivity, so that the slightest touch from an Alpha could send him into fits of pleasure.

"We can smell your heat, Omega," Phoenix growled.

"Don't call me that," Lars replied. He was sweating, his breathing shallow. "My... My name is Lars... Prince Lars Lyandri of Ek—"

"We'll call you whatever we desire," Griffin said, interrupting him. He sat next to Lars and his massive body made the mattress bend. His hands explored up Lars's thigh. He was powerless to resist. The restraints cut deeper into his flesh as he writhed, his mind slipping further and further away into the depths, succumbing to the two Alphas.

Phoenix's lips pressed against his. He responded by kissing him back with everything he had. The desire to be taken was just too strong. He needed them, as badly as a drowning man needed air. Griffin's hands moved higher, reaching the band of Lars's pants. He hooked his fingers underneath and yanked, tearing the seam. Lars screamed in both shock and arousal.

Phoenix thrust his hand down the front of Lars's underwear and took his cock into his fist. Lars’s eyes rolled back as a tremor of pleasure shot through his body. He bucked his hips, wanting more. They gave it to him. Griffin tore away his underwear, then took a knife from his belt and in one quick motion cut the ties from Lars’s wrists.

Now unrestrained, Lars didn't try to fight the two Alphas away. Protesting wasn't in the cards. The voice of reason that'd been calling out to stay in control was confined to a corner of his mind. Its shouts were muffled by everything else.

Griffin ripped away what was left of his shirt, tossing the tattered and bloodied rags onto the floor. Lars was naked now, sitting on his knees between the two brothers. Phoenix pushed a hand against his neck, throwing Lars back against Griffin's chest. He pushed his face into Lars's neck, tasting him.