The Scorned Luna-Chapter 123: Out Of Control

​Every nerve in Sofia’s body felt like it was being electrocuted. Alaric and Damien moved in a tight, synchronized grind, their heavy groans vibrating against her skin as they bottomed out inside her at the same time. The sound of their bodies slamming against hers—wet, rhythmic, and primal—echoed off the luxury walls of the apartment.

​"Yes! Harder!" Sofia screamed, her head thrashing. Her internal walls were clamped so tightly around both of them that the men were gasping for air, their eyes glowing with a feral light.

​Suddenly, Sofia’s body went rigid. A blinding, silvery light exploded behind her eyes. The heat didn’t just burn anymore—it transformed. Her human mind, clouded by pain and pleasure, finally snapped, and the White Wolf surged forward with a roar that was felt rather than heard.

​With a strength that shouldn’t have been possible, Sofia’s hands shot out, grabbing Alaric’s and Damien’s shoulders. She gave a violent, powerful shove, sending both massive Alphas flying backward onto the pillows.

They scrambled to sit up, stunned and panting, but Sofia didn’t give them a chance to recover.

​She crawled over them like a predator, her eyes no longer blue but a piercing, luminous silver. She looked down at them, her lips pulled back in a silent, hungry snarl. The shy, frightened girl was gone.

​"My turn," the White Wolf purred through Sofia’s lips, her voice vibrating with a dual-toned power.

​She grabbed Alaric by his throat—not to hurt him, but to pin him down—and straddled his hips, slamming herself down onto his length with a force that made him cry out. At the same time, she reached back, her hand wrapping around Damien’s thick cock, dragging him forward until he was right behind her and inserted his cock inside her from behind.

​"Move," she commanded, her voice a low, honeyed growl.

​Driven by her intoxicating scent and the sheer power of her presence, the two men obeyed instantly. Sofia set the pace, her hips rolling in a wild, chaotic circle that ground against both of them. She leaned forward, her hair falling over Alaric’s face as she slammed her lips into his, while her back arched so she could feel Damien’s chest slamming against her spine.

​Alaric let out a guttural roar as he began to thrust upward, his hips slamming into Sofia with every ounce of his Alpha strength. Behind her, Damien was relentless, his hands gripping her waist as he drove into her from the back. Sofia’s head thrashed, her silver eyes rolling back as she was caught between the two powerful men.

​"Yes! Right there!" Sofia moaned, her voice breaking.

​She twisted her body, turning her head to find Damien’s lips. She kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling in a frantic, messy rhythm, while Alaric leaned up and captured her nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, sending fresh jolts of electricity through her.

​The sensation was insane. Her body felt like it was being stretched and filled by pure fire. The rhythm became faster, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room as all three reached their limit. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

​"Sofia! I’m—" Damien choked out, his muscles locking up.

​"I’m there," Alaric growled against her skin.

​At the exact same moment, both Alphas gave one final, bone-deep thrust. They let out loud, primal howls as they shot their seeds deep inside her, filling her completely. Sofia’s body went rigid, a final explosion of silver light bursting from her as she hit a soul-shattering climax.

​As the waves of pleasure slowed down, Sofia’s strength vanished. The silver light in her eyes faded, and she collapsed forward onto Alaric’s sweat-soaked chest. He immediately wrapped his massive arms around her, hugging her tightly to his heart. Damien slumped against her back, his forehead resting on her shoulder as all three of them panted, their hearts beating in a wild, frantic unison.

​The room was silent except for their heavy breathing.

​After a few minutes, Damien slowly pulled out and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, wiping sweat from his brow. Alaric went to shift Sofia so he could hold her more comfortably, but his brow furrowed when she didn’t move. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

​"Sofia?" Alaric whispered, his voice soft and worried.

​He gently lifted her chin, but her eyes remained closed and her body was limp in his arms. She was breathing, but she was completely still.

​"Damien," Alaric said, his voice turning sharp with fear. "Something is wrong. She’s lost consciousness."

​Damien turned around quickly, his face pale. "Is it the heat? Or the shift?"

​Alaric tucked her head under his chin, his eyes flashing with a protective rage. "I don’t know. But her heart rate is slowing down too much. The transition of her wolf might have been too much for her human heart to take."

​Damien’s hands trembled as he helped Alaric lay Sofia’s limp body back against the pillows. His heart was still racing from the intensity of the bond, but the sight of her so pale and still made his stomach churn with guilt and worry.

​Gently, they pulled the heavy silk blanket up to her chin, covering her sweat-slicked frame. Damien sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, his eyes never leaving her face.

​"Alaric, we have to do something," Damien whispered, his voice cracking. "What if she doesn’t wake up? We pushed her too hard. Her wolf... her human side... it might have been too much."

​Alaric placed a heavy hand on Damien’s shoulder. His own face was drawn with exhaustion, but his emerald eyes remained steady. "She is fine, Damien. Look at her chest—her breathing is deep and rhythmic now."

​He leaned over and brushed a stray lock of hair from Sofia’s damp forehead. "Her body just went through more than most wolves experience in a lifetime. Her first shift into her wolf, her first heat, and taking two Alphas at once... she isn’t dying. She is resting. Her soul is adjusting to the power she now carries."

​Damien watched her for a long moment, finally seeing the truth in Alaric’s words. The silver glow was gone, replaced by a healthy, soft flush on her cheeks. He leaned down and placed a tender, lingering kiss on her forehead, his scent of pine and lightning mixing with the lingering roses in the room.

​"She’s incredible," Damien murmured.

​Alaric let out a long, tired breath and stood up, reaching for his discarded trousers. The room was still thick with the aftermath of their union, but the air between the two men had shifted. The raw, violent rivalry was still there, but it was now buried under a heavy, complicated layer of shared responsibility.

​Damien stood up as well, his expression turning serious as he looked his uncle in the eye. The silence in the apartment was heavy, filled with all the things they had ignored in the heat of the moment.

​"Alaric," Damien said, his voice firm and cold. "We have to talk."