Chapter 1: Five fated Alphas (18+)

"Uhng"

"Ugh... No!"

Moon Astra pulled the red hair of the man in front of him, whose eyes were burning red. Two fluffy wolf ears perked up with excitement, his fluffy tail continuously giving Moon’s back a hellish tickle.

Moon gasped as the man sucked on his nipple.

Another clawed hand dangerously holding his lifeline, the man’s hard, broad chest was rubbing Moon’s back, burning his skin, his hard, big cock was stuck against his tailbone.

He could not utter another word as a silver-haired man loomed over him, grabbed his chin, tilting his face to kiss him deeply. He sucked his tongue in his mouth.

"Ummm..."

Moon tried to protest with his weak hand. But two other hands grabbed him, guided him to hold two thick, hot touches, which made Moon blush furiously. He could hear a low, impatient growl.

To his horror, a finger was going in and out, stretching him open impatiently. The slickness on the spot was beyond Moon’s comprehension. Luckily, that was the only hand without a big nail, or he would be dead.

But he was not dead, he was alive, alive enough to feel the cold water covering all of their half bodies, waving in the moonlight, glistening, and splashing around with their movement.

Moon tried to close his leg but was forced to open it wider.

"Open up," a hoarse voice snapped at him.

"Relax, baby," another voice whispered, gentler than before.

The red-haired man stopped sucking on his nipple and lifted his mouth, leaving a long string of saliva. The man pinched Moon’s lower abdomen; his passionate, aggressive gaze gave Moon a chill.

He trembled as the man lifted his thigh higher, guiding his hard, hot arousal in Moon’s soft entrance, pressing inside him in one hard thrust.

For a moment, all six wolfmen gasped as Moon’s grip tightened, he bit down on the invading tongue, and his hip jerked backward.

The red-haired man chuckled as he kept pushing inside. Withdraw slowly until his tip remains, then thrusting hard inside him. The sounds of squelching slick echoed in the water with the rhythm of going in and out.

Moon’s blood boiled with every thrust. As he rocked in the water, he felt his every pore open, and an inferno raced through his veins, forcing his meridians to expand.

Deep inside him, the five barren cores, the ones the world had mocked as worthless and dead, suddenly throbbed with a violent, unexpected heat. His abdomen burned with a fierce flame he never knew he possessed, greedily absorbing the blazing fire essence flooding inside him.

As the thrust grew faster and faster, the men around him were going uncontrolled and crazy, even without entering, they all tried to hug him in their arms and stuck their bodies close, rubbing, groping.

The man inside him became harder and faster.

His low growl became more animalistic than human.

He gave a few hard, fast final thrusts and buried deep inside him.

His length suddenly swelled at the tip, locking deep within Moon’s innermost depths and filling him with hot fluid, filling his empty core.

At the same time in ecstatic pleasure, Moon felt a tingling pain in the crook of his neck; a sharp, canine tooth was breaking his skin, going deep. Crispy frost mixed with a sweet jasmine scent clashed with an Ashen Oud’s smoky scent.

Moon’s entire being shaken, trapped, bound in a tie he could never break.

His mind had gone blank; all he could feel was endless pleasure as he was shaking violently in their arms. He didn’t let go; he hugged the man back and rocked his hip on his own a few times to take every drop inside him.

The warm, slick feeling gave him an illusion of being melted.

"Ah! More... umm."

Totally oblivious of the surrounding men had been frozen by his action; he moaned, parting his lips. All the man’s breath hitched, their ears were all twitching, hearing his moaning.

When he finally got back to his senses, what he saw was five pairs of deep, dark eyes looking at his swaying hips and parted lips.

’Shit! I am in trouble,’ Moon snapped out of his trance, but his hips never stopped.

A low husky voice chuckled in his ear, "Feeling good, baby? Don’t worry; the night is long, there are four more to go."

"N-No way! It’s misun..."

Before he could finish, his mouth was sealed.

Moon cried in his heart, "Moon Goddess, save me. I can’t take care of five men!"

’How could I end up like this?’

’How could I tackle this now?’

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Ten hours ago....

In a world beyond the werewolf kingdom.

A celestial magical world where mages and warriors rule the world.

In a huge tower, a golden bell rang continuously at an alarming rate.

"Dong... DIng... Dong... DIng..."

A sign of an attack in the city. Hundreds of warriors rushed past the square as the runners ran on different sides of the city.

Moon Astra, an outcast boy of eighteen, was about to finish his chores and get back to his quarters when the steward summoned him.

Despite being born as the son of a master mage, he was just a chore boy in his clan. He wasn’t allowed inside to practice or cultivate because he was not qualified. His five elemental cores were deemed to be worthless, stuck at apprentice level forever.

As he passed the corridor to the main hall, his eyelid twitched. He had heard the bell; it was an ominous sign of the attack, a sign of a treacherous beast tide. The beast tide he only heard, never saw.

When he gathered inside the hall, there were around 30 more outcast chore boys like him.

Either they are orphans, or they have multiple cores.

"No time to waste! Head to the city wall right now and hold them back. Our elite team will step in once you cannot hold on," The steward ordered hurriedly.

"Nooo..." A collective gasp filled the air. But nobody was there to mind them.

"Right now." The steward’s harsh voice echoed in the hall.

Moon was pushed with others to the front door. His stomach dropped with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He could see his stepbrother’s mocking eyes on the high podium beside the steward, beside his father.

’The elite team’

They were the elite team who would get time to prepare and fight the beast tide later on.

Bringing glory to the clan.

But by the time they would go to fight, would these outcast chore boys survive?

Moon tried to get close to his father, wanting to ask why he must send him to certain death. He shouted out his agony in a panic, "Pa! Why..."

His voice choked halfway. "Pa... I will be dead for sure."

As if remembering something, his father glanced at him, but that was all. He frowned and waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up, it’s not time for drama."

"Mooney, we have serious matters at hand, don’t distract Father."

The fake concern of his elite brothers pleased his father. He patted their heads and turned back.

Moon felt a lump in his throat.

He cast a glance at his busy father and at his elite brothers, then was swept away by the crowd of worthless people, who were all going to be sacrificed to give the elite some time. These were the rules of this world. Becoming an outcast meant you could be slaughtered.

Moon’s legs felt heavy with each step as he felt his imminent death. He had been suffering since his mother’s death, but never did he think he would be pushed into the front line to take the first attack.

Deep in his heart, he always hoped his father would give him a chance someday, give him a chance to practice and stand out, and he would come forward to keep Moon’s behind as he promised to Moon’s mother.

But the day had never come.

Moon didn’t dare to speak out. He didn’t qualify. He was just an outcast, a worthless one. In this world, only strength and power had an opinion.

When he stood on the front line as a human shield, his hand clenched hard on his crescent-shaped necklace, a last wish of his mother, a last protection she left for him. His eyes focused on the far dense, dark forest, where dust was slowly filling the air, blurring his vision, while a deep rumbling sound shook the ground.

In just a moment, a cloud of dust packed with massive beasts reached the entire city wall. Cries and shouts filled the air with the shining light of cast spells.

Moon gathered his measly spiritual energy in his hand, casting a spell he thought was his best, only to be deflated easily, only to be thrown away instantly. The hideous-looking flying serpent hissed at him with amusement. Its long, black, venomous tongue swept past his arm.

Moon’s stomach dropped.

He crawled back until he collided with a big one-eyed rhino. Even the air felt cold for a moment; all things around him, all this brawling, fighting for life, seemed to stop there.

Moon’s entire eighteen years flashed in his eyes as the rhino’s enormous leg slowly pressed on his chest.

And in that exact moment, before the leg could touch his skin, Moon crushed his necklace, shouting in his mind.