Magnus's life takes a nightmarish turn as he's abducted by human traffickers. After enduring five grueling months of captivity, his fate worsens when he's sold to a sadistic alpha. Over twelve relentless years, Magnus endures the cruel tendencies of...
In life, there are moments shrouded in darkness and laden with fear.
You may be afraid or sink into despair.
Yet, resist succumbing to the weight of it all.
Seek out that singular glimmer of light, forged in our courage,
fortified by our strength,
and sustained by our hope.
Magnus - 12 years earlier
Magnus was consumed by a searing heat, a relentless inferno raging within him. It was unbearable, this scorching desire that refused to relent. He tossed and turned restlessly on the bed, finding it far too small, far too narrow to accommodate his needs. He rearranged the sheets, the pillows, and his clothes, but nothing brought solace. There had been hours of this torment. While it wasn't his first time experiencing a heat, this one was unlike any before. It was a relentless blaze, an insatiable craving for an alpha's touch, his alpha's touch-a desire to be taken by him.
"Alpha," he called out, his voice trembling. "Please. I need you." He sounded desperate, but he didn't care. Where was Alec? He could scent him, feel him, tantalizingly close yet agonizingly distant. Magnus rolled over again, the sheet chafing against his heated skin, causing discomfort.
In frustration, he tore off the covers and began to construct a nest on the floor. He should have done it hours ago. As he lay down in it, a brief sense of contentment washed over him, his wolf momentarily appeased. But the contentment was short-lived.
"Alpha, please," Magnus cried out, his hand moving swiftly over his hard erection. A drawn-out moan escaped his lips, loud and desperate. With frenzied urgency, he sought release once again, losing count of how many times he had already came over the last few hours. None of it had offered any relief or the deep satisfaction he craved-only an alpha, an alpha with an alpha knot, could provide that.
His hand quickened its pace, almost uncomfortably so. Yet, he persisted. Magnus raised himself onto his knees, arching his back, his rear exposed. With his free hand, he pushed three fingers inside himself, wet with his omega's slick. Another moan, this one laced with longing, reverberated through the room. His fingers felt good, but not enough. He needed more. He needed Alec. He needed an alpha.
"Alpha. I need you," he pleaded, his voice desperate, each word a cry for relief. But there was no response, no sign of Alec.
Magnus sobbed his omega in anguish. Why hadn't Alec come to him? Where was his alpha? He turned his head, lips slightly parted, breath coming in uneven gasps. The burning ember inside him intensified, an urgent heat pooling in his lap. Magnus ran his thumb over his hypersensitive glans while simultaneously thrusting his fingers into himself with fervour. He was so wet from his omega slick that they slid effortlessly inside. On the next slide in, he found his prostate. It was the last bit he needed to come. Another guttural moan tore from his throat.
His hips jerked uncontrollably, his release sudden and intense. He moistened the bedspread beneath him with his release. Warm slickness trailed down the insides and backs of his thighs. He shuddered as the orgasm coursed through him, intense and forceful- a fleeting sense of relief. His wolf purred contentedly, but he knew his heat was far from over. The fire still simmered beneath his skin.
Magnus collapsed onto his side, uncaring that he lay amidst his own fluids. Exhaustion washed over him, his body weary and drained. He closed his eyes, and within moments, sleep claimed him.
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