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Bleeding Red : A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Fairy Tale Retelling (Twisted Tales Book 1), page 1
Bleeding Red
Twisted Tales Book 1
D.E. Chapman
Bleeding Red
(Twisted Tales Book 1)
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Copyright © 2021 by D.E. Chapman
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Cover design by Devil’s Designs
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Since my dedications are usually boring and ordinary, I thought I’d things switch up.
(Did you see what I did there?)
I know my joke is lame, but just lie and say it was fucking hilarious alright? It’ll make me feel better.
Bleeding Red
A pitiful past makes for a wicked witch.
Blanchette Red isn't the sweet little witch with the red cloak she’s fooled everyone into thinking she is. The wolf looks tame compared to her vengeance, and she’s out to make them all pay.
Together with her three mates, she crosses the first name off her list: dear ol’ Granny. There’s nothing quite like homemade poisoned cookies to wish her a fast recovery straight to Hell.
This Little Red Riding Hood isn’t playing games; she’s out for blood, and no amount of magic will get in her way. An omega on the war path isn’t one to cross, but throw in her lovers, and her enemies will beg for death.
Warning: This story is intended for mature audiences. It includes foul language, sexual scenes, and graphic violence. This twisted Little Red Riding Hood retelling isn’t for the faint of heart. Be advised this is a reverse harem novel where the main character ends up with more than one mate by the end of the book. And while this story can be read as a standalone and comes with its own HFN, it's recommended you read the books in order to fully enjoy the series since old characters like to pop back up every now and then.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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Prologue
Red
It’s hard when the people who should love you the most, the people who should put you above themselves, don’t. You’re left with this emptiness inside you that threatens to swallow you whole if you lower your guard and let someone in. So you keep up those walls, fortifying them with steel just to keep yourself from drowning before you’ve even had a chance to live the way you were supposed to. No longer are you capable of becoming that sweet and innocent girl you could have been. Now you’re a bitter woman who snarls at the thought of weakness.
You’re hardened. You’re callous. You’re cruel.
But worst of all... you’re dangerous.
I’m dangerous.
Witches need covens. We need the support of our brothers and sisters to enhance our magic. We learn from the teachings of our elders, and we practice under their watchful eyes. I went to the Academy thinking I’d earn my freedom once I held that useless paper at the end of my four years there. Once I had my degree, I could steal back my life and live it the way I wanted to. I had planned to disappear, leave behind my coven and what remained of my family for a shot at happiness.
I never anticipated meeting them. I never anticipated falling in love with three men who turned my world upside down. I never anticipated embracing the darkness inside my soul.
It wasn’t long before they became my everything—my loves, my teachers, my confidants. And so it stands to reason that I’d lose my precious grip on reality when faced with their loss. The agony I felt that day blackened my soul and shattered my heart into millions of pieces I’ll never be able put together again.
I threatened to burn this fucking world to the ground and take all my enemies down with me. I swore to never let anyone in ever again because the pain was too much. I became a creature to be feared.
It was all too easy to embrace that chilling darkness and call it my own, and I don’t regret a damned thing.
Chapter 1
Wolf
I slouch further into my chair until I’m nearly sliding off. That’s the beer’s fault. I’ve only been at the bar for two hours or so, but I didn’t waste any time getting hammered.
Drink away your woes, or some shit—I think that’s how the saying goes.
For most, the slouched posture would look uncouth and sloppy. I manage to pull it off, though; I’m a man of elegance, even when I’m inebriated. The beast within me affords me that natural flow and grace only seen in wild animals.
Predators. Wolves, to be exact. And how apt that my name is Wolf.
So when a woman looks my way, even now, there’s a glazed look in her eyes, one of ardent desire. Even when I don’t prey on them, they seek me out like bitches in heat. But I don’t blame them; they can’t help it. Besides, I can hardly complain when it gives me a nice hot cunt to slip into and a soft bed to lay my head on every night.
“A wanderer for life” is my motto.
I snort. That thought sounds far stupider and more inane that I had anticipated. But even that noise from my nose draws the attention of two women tucked away in the corner on my left. Not that their attention wasn’t already fixated on me, but the noise seems to somehow bolster their courage to approach because finally, after half an hour of intense ogling, they’re ready to make their move.
They saunter over, a sway to both of their hips. One is a petite brunette with hazel eyes dulled with lust. She has luscious curves hidden beneath the baggy top she no doubt thinks is flattering to her figure. It’s truly not, but far be it for me to look a gift horse in the mouth.
The other woman is a statuesque blonde beauty with blue eyes and curves for days. And while her body is plush and perfect for fucking, the makeup caked on her face is a bit nauseating. One doesn’t try hard enough with her appearance and the other is trying far too much. Theirs seems like an odd friendship from the looks of it.
When they reach me, the brunette slips her hair behind her ear with a shy smile that screams fake. She bats her eyes at me once before flicking them to her blonde bestie. The blonde doesn’t bother with the flirtatious games as she drapes herself over my arms, breasts squeezed between us.
I give them both a nasty smirk, one they no doubt think is sexy as hell. It’s my go-to smile, one half a grimace that no woman has been able to decode.
“I’m Marybelle, and my friend here is Sage.” The blonde doesn’t ask my name, but there’s no need. They only ever offer theirs so that the men they string along become enamored and never forget their “best fuck of the year.”
I overheard them gossiping to each other just the other night.
Marybelle continues to babble as I tune her out. It’s just another ploy they’ve both discussed as a method of drawing their so-called prey further in. Little do they know they are prey tonight—my prey. They both will drag me back to their hovel for a quick fuck. My charm will convince them to let me stay until morning, though none of the other men they’ve picked up have managed that feat
This is their fourth visit, maybe sixth. It’s hard to say when I have my sights set on so many different women each night. But these two I keep coming back to, if for nothing more than for the challenge they present. Even if it’s a small one, a challenge is still a challenge.
Here’s to hoping they’re a good fuck.
With a wicked smirk, I swallow the rest of my beer and slam it down on the bar with a clank. They continue to murmur and giggle to each other, completely content to ignore my lack of participation. I let them banter uselessly at the bar for another two minutes before I grow tired of their high-pitched voices shouting in my ears, trying in vain to get me to heel. So, I simply lean toward the blonde and snap my teeth near her face. In seconds she is as pale as the moon and all sound ceases from her mouth.
She turns back to her friend, gushing like an idiot, which is fine by me; at least she isn’t screechin
A crook of my finger two minutes later is all it takes and the two women practically fall in my lap. I’m out the door in the next breath, knowing they’ll follow me like two lovesick pups. They scramble to keep up with me, until they finally grab my arms as soon as we step outside the bar into the cool night air. I simply let them lead, not offering them a room, content to let them figure out the details for where our romp will take place.
I inhale deeply, loving the fresh scent of the woods framing either side of the town. Nature calls to my beast in ways no human could ever understand. Even the moon’s pull on a night like tonight is strong. The sliver of white in the sky is a humbling reminder of just how small we are in comparison.
Some people claim to have some grand and mighty purpose in this world, but it’s just a bunch of horseshit. There is no destiny or fate on this cruel planet. We are all small and unimportant in the grand scheme of things, just the way I like it. It allows me freedom to do as I wish, knowing that there is no higher power waiting to strike me down.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when we come to a stop in front of a small house at the edge of town. It’s old and worn, the white paneling peeling on the shutters. With a quick glance I note the nearest house is a ways down; these women’s home appears to be quite secluded. If need be, I can always scurry into the tree line that’s only ten feet from me.
It never hurts to be prepared ... for anything.
As soon as the door is unlocked by Sage, we head inside, and both women lead me to the left, past the living space and into a bedroom in the back of the house. The room is decorated in purples and blacks, not the worst I’ve seen. The bed is king-sized, wrapped in cheap cotton.
That’s all I need to see. I turn away from my perusal, and without preamble, I bark, “Undress and get on the bed.” They look to each other, neither moving to do as I bid. “Both of you. Now.”
My tone remains even and calm, yet I push a little force into my words, courtesy of my beast.
They scramble to comply, clothes flinging this way and that as I pop the button on my jeans and slide the zipper open. They slide to the middle of the bed, sitting side by side, waiting for my appraisal. It comes, but its slow, intentional, necessary to draw out their discomfort while I get immense satisfaction from it.
I do love to watch people squirm. Especially the women I bed.
I stand stock-still for a long moment as they fidget and pretend to be unaffected by my heavy gaze. A slow step brings me to the bed where I grip Sage’s ankle. She’s the first, though not for any particular reason other than the fact that she’s closer.
I drag her foot down until it hangs off the bed. Wasting no time, I flip her to her stomach, grip her hips, and yank down. Her toes barely touch the floor before I line up my cock to her already seeping entrance. Her glistening pussy is one telling sign, but her scent is another indicator, a stronger one. The heady smell of her readiness is clogging the air of the bedroom, so strong that it’s nearly nauseating.
What started as a soft, yet potent scent grew exponentially as I gripped her ankle in an unbreakable grasp. To make it more intense, Marybelle seemed to like the act nearly as much as Sage did.
I inhale sharply, trying to clear my head as it swims from the combined lust of the two women nearly panting with desire. Gritting my teeth, I slam in to the hilt. Sage’s cunt is loose from use with other men, but still tight enough to please. Her wetness drenches my cock as I slide out to the tip.
With a sharp jerk, I’m seating myself to the base once more. Her moans are the only authentic reactions she’s given me all night. Gone is the fake shyness; in its place is a simpering bitch in heat. She grips the sheets tight as I thrust in and out, attempting to gain some control during this savage coupling.
Her blonde friend reaches forward, mouth puckered for a kiss she’ll never get from me. I snarl, the sound tearing through the strangled moans of the woman beneath me. The blonde rears back, face uncertain, eyes pinched in apprehension.
I leave her be, not attempting to soothe any ruffled feathers my lack of control caused. My attention is on the cunt currently squeezing me, trying to lock me in as I drag myself out.
I focus on the sickening squelches and harsh slapping of skin against skin in an attempt to drown out her obnoxious screams. It’s all forgotten a moment later as she comes all over my cock. There is such sweet ecstasy in feeling her walls ripple along my length as her orgasm tears through her and rips her apart. My groan is silent as I ride her through it, even when her moans of pleasure turn to ones of discomfort from overstimulated nerves. She got her pleasure, so I’ll take mine.
Without breaking stride, I give three more punishing thrusts into the near-hysterical woman beneath me before I let go. As soon as I step back, she slides to the floor now that she doesn’t have me keeping her anchored in place. Without sparing a glance toward the panting woman at my feet, I sidestep her and reach for the blonde.
She practically throws herself at me. I bare my teeth as I flip her around, facing her away from me. With my hand on her neck, I force her upper body still, though she wiggles her ass and writhes frantically.
I sigh, already tired of this game. They bent too easily, just as I knew they would. There’s no challenge in it and I am growing bored of the same shit over and over again. For years, I was understanding of these women, but as time passes, my sympathy drastically declines.
Perhaps it’s unfair for me to be cold and unfeeling for these women who throw themselves at me. My beast makes me irresistible to women, and some men. But as I watch this bitch grind into the sheets, dry humping the air, I only feel disgust.
A headache is brewing behind my eyes as both women’s moans and pants pierce my every last nerve. It doesn’t take much these days to me to grow frustrated and detached from my nightly conquests. Now I give them only a simple fuck to ensure I end up with a warm place to sleep. The nights of four rounds are a thing of the past, the idea of such an escapade making my gut churn.
I shove the bitter thoughts aside and glance down at the weeping mess of a cunt on display. I slip in, her gaping channel not nearly tight enough. My nose curls with disgust and I slam in hard, harder than I should really. But some twisted part of me enjoys the squeal of equal parts pleasure and pain that emits from the blonde’s throat as I punish her for craving my cock so wantonly, even knowing it’s not all her fault.
I withdraw, though not completely before pounding back in, just as savagely as before, if not harder. Again the same sound escapes her and my lip curls a little at the corners.
My head snaps to the side as the mattress dips, only to find the brunette unsteadily climbing to her feet. She sports a stupid smile like she’s high out of her mind. And she is, for all intents and purposes. My beast can be the best sort of drug, or the worst, depending on which side of it I allow out to play.
Luckily these women get the fuck-friendly beast and not the homicidal one.
I turn away from the brunette as she stumbles out the room and focus again on the squealing thing under me. She’s close; I can feel it in the way she’s clenching and the way her walls twitch against my shaft. Two more demanding thrusts has her no doubt seeing stars. Her channel grips me like a vise and I allow myself to come, spurting into her without care for protection.
My beast keeps me clean and baby-free.
Her rapturous scream is nearly loud enough to break the window, and I wince as it pierces my skull and bounces back like a shockwave. Gritting my teeth so hard I fear they’ll break, I shove her still-spasming body away from mine. She tumbles off the bed, landing with a thud. When no hiss of pain follows, I begin peeling the soiled bedding from the mattress.
With a quick tug, I wipe my shaft clean, then dispose of the sheet, flinging it to the floor where the blonde landed.
I’ll have the bed while she takes the floor.
I’m the guest, after all—it’s only right that I receive the best accommodations. At least I’ve given her the sheets to cover up with, and our frenzied fucking knocked a few pillows onto the hardwood floors for her to use.
The blonde’s out for the night and her friend is who-knows-where, but I couldn’t care less about what these two get up two while I rest, as long as they don’t stab me in my sleep.
