The fireplace crackled, casting warm light over the spacious interior of the new hut that had been prepared for him.
The structure was large—far bigger than a normal homemade to accommodate a male and his mates. Thick fur pelts covered the wooden floor, and the air carried the faint scent of herbs, fresh earth, and something primal.
Leo exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he took in his surroundings.
This was his home now.
And the two wild, powerful females standing across from him?
They were his.
Zyra stood near the entrance, her blue eyes sharp, her muscular body taunt with tension.
Lira lounged lazily on a pile of furs, her nine tails flicking, a sultry smirk curving her lips.
It was the first time the three of them were alone together.
And the air between them was thick with something raw and electric.
Zyra folded her arms, her tail flicking behind her.
"I don't like this arrangement."
Lira sighed dramatically. "Oh, come now, Wolf Queen. Can't we share?" She rolled into her back, stretching her perfectly toned body lazily, letting her silken robes slip down her shoulder. "Leo doesn't seem to mind."
Zyra's jaw clenched. "He's my mate."
"And mine," Lira replied lazily.
Leo exhaled sharply. He had two dominant females, both territorial, both powerful, both looking at him like he was their prey.
And his body knew it.
The moment Lira marked him, something primal had awoken inside him—something that made his senses sharper, his instincts stronger, and his anger unbearable.
His blood ran hot just being near them.
He could feel it in his bones, his muscles, the way his pulse thundered in his ears.
He wasn't just a human among beasts anymore.
He was a male among Beast Queens.
And it was time to fully tame them both.
Leo moved.
Fast.
Before either beast woman could react, he was in front of Zyra, his hand gripping the back of her neck, forcing her to meet his gaze.
She let out a surprised gasp.
He could feel the tension in her muscles, the way her body trembled slightly—not in fear, but in anticipation.
"You don't like sharing?" he murmured, his voice low, commanding.
Zyra swallowed hard. "No."
Leo leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.
"Then I'll make sure you remember who you belong to."
Then, he kissed her.
Hard.
Zyra growled into his mouth, her claws digging into his shoulders, but she didn't pull away.
She fought him—but he fought back, dominating her completely, until she melted against him, her body arching, her breath ragged.
Lira watched from the furs, her golden eyes dark with amusement and hunger.
"Well, well," she murmured, licking her lips. "I like this side of you, Leo."
Leo broke the kiss with Zyra, his breath heavy, before turning to face Lira.
"You," he said, his eyes flashing with heat.
Lira's tails curled, and she smirked. "Yes, my dear?"
Leo didn't hesitate.
He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her beneath him.
Lira gasped, her sharp nails raking down his back as she arched into him, her lips parting in a breathy laugh.
"Sucha a beast," she whispered.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Leo said as he smirked.
And then—
He devoured her hard.
The night was a blur of pleasure, movements, tangled limbs, and raw passion.
Zyra and Lira were wild—untamed, fierce, demanding in their ways.
Zyra bit and clawed, her strength undeniable, her moans turning into low, possessive growls as she surrendered to him, her body pressing against his, desperate and begging for more.
Lira was a pure temptation, her soft gasps turning into teasing purrs, her tails wrapping around him, keeping him locked against her as she whispered wicked things in his ear.
The night stretched on, the hut filled with heat, sweat, gasps, and growls, until finally—
Leo had claimed them both.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
And when it was over, when the embers of the fire had burned low and their bodies were tangled together beneath the furs, Leo exhaled deeply, running his fingers through Zyra's messy hair, his other hand tracing the soft curve of Lira's bare back.
He had never felt stronger.
Never felt more alive.
Zyra stirred beside him, her claws tracing over his chest lazily.
"You're different," she murmured.
Leo smirked. "How so?"
Lira purred against his skin. "Males aren't supposed to be this.... dominant."
Leo chuckled. "Maybe I'm not like the others."
Zyra hummed. "No, you are not."
Leo felt the satisfied exhaustion settling into his bones, but even as sleep threatened to claim him, he knew one thing for certain.
This was only the beginning.
Because outside this hut, five more Queens were watching.
And sooner or later?
They'd come for him too.