Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-24. Flames(18+)

[Xanthea]

"They are going to pay for this. I'll make them fucking pay for this!" Ezra growled darkly as his eyes glowed with danger. I stepped back from him, still shielding Mrs. Millers behind me.

"Ezra..." Raven stepped towards him.

"No, Raven, stay out of this! They have offended me. This is personal, Raven. They'll pay the price for taking us lightly."

His words still hung in the air. Invisibility curtained his frame as he stepped around and vanished into thin air.

I blankly peered at the air where he stood seconds ago with stalled air in my lungs. Every fiber in my body pulsed with trepidation.

Raven let out a casual sigh as he sat back on the chair calmly. Asher followed as if nothing had happened.

"He isn't offended, is he?" Raven mumbled, examining the teacup.

"Nope. He is clearly triggered..." Asher replied, taking another sip of his tea.

I knit my brows. Triggered? What could have triggered him?

"Hmm, well. What do you reckon he's gonna do?" Raven raised his teacup to his nose and took a sniff. He lifted his eyebrows as if he liked the aroma.

"He doesn't really know how to cope with his wrath. So, he is gonna do something extreme. Something that would quench his rage and anything that quenches his rage can't be mediocre, so..." Asher shrugged. "He did say it was personal, right? So that means we aren't going to be responsible for what he does, right?" Raven took a small first sip of his tea and nodded as if he liked what he tasted. "Technically, no. But what if someone questions us?" Asher took another sip.

"Well, we aren't really answerable to anybody, are we? We are the demon lords. No one has it in them to question us," Raven said with a proud smirk.

"Not really, but what if we need to answer someone? What are we gonna say?" Asher placed down his empty cup on the saucer.

"We'll say he's adopted, not our real brother," Raven suggested with a stoic face.

"Nice idea. But that won't work. His face is similar to ours, and what about his DNA and genetics?"

"We'll say he had plastic surgery and I can easily fake the DNA results."

"Yeah, well, that's a great idea. But we can't disown him. He is our precious hot headed brother. Whatever he does, we'll stand by his side."

"Always," Raven said, placing down his half-empty teacup.

Their conversation had made me even more nervous. A cold sweat turned my palms clammy. The uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified, twisting and churning with each passing second. "W-what is he gonna do?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Well, let's just say you triggered a part from his past that he isn't really fond of. So, he is gonna do something that quenches his wrath," Asher said.

"You can't tell her about it?" Raven warned Asher.

"I wasn't going to. It's Ezra's past. So, she can know about it only if he wishes to share it with her and I don't think he is ever going to do that. So let's change the subject," Asher said, lifting his gaze to me. "But one thing's for sure," Raven fixed me under his scrutiny. "Whatever he does, he is gonna make sure you watch it."

made

you when he is done," Raven said, sliding Ezra's teacup towards me. "Until then, sit down and have some tea. I usually prefer coffee, but the tea was ok. At least your cooking skills are worth something, omega. Let me give you some free

a few screws loose, and he loses them completely when he is angry, so just bear with him," Asher said. "And the tea was delicious,

the small garden I have," Mrs. Millers chimed in as if the disappearance of one angry demon lord didn't affect her at

I get the recipe? Turns out

Raven

sneaked a glance at me.

Millers wrote down the tea recipe for Asher. It looked as though for him nothing was more important than paying undivided attention to

fidgeting with my fingers, glancing now and then

chill raced down my spine just moments before Ezra reappeared in a gust

back, charging my body with a flush of goosebumps as the air in the room thickened with Ezra's intense, unforgiving presence right behind me, a suffocating blend of tension

short broken gasp from my mouth, I gulped hard as the hair stood on

that within seconds of his arrival and in the next second he had seized

frigid, blank gaze. He had a completely disheveled look on his face as he panted slightly. He had a faint smile that just made his appearance even

I reflexively took a step back, but he seized both my arms and dragged me with

strong smell of smoke hit my senses and I opened my eyes with a snap just to see myself

smoke turned the sky red. A mirror reflection of almost the entire pack that was

from my throat. Desperate, I covered my ears with trembling hands and squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to shield myself from the agonizing screams of people and the visual horror of

behind as I struggled to

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chin on my shoulder. Sinking into my neck, he pressed his nose against my

Do you like it? How does it feel to see them burn?" He whispered in

just a nightmare. It had to be. It was just a very long dream. I would wake up

The people who never cared about you. The people who want you dead. Tell me how you feel. Show me the pleasure you feel running in your

our lower bodies

his erections against my ass, grinding his hips against mine. "Fuck, this feels so good, isn't

me against himself. In a swift motion of

it! Stop all this! Please! I don't want

does! just look how hard your nipples are for

"I don't want this..."

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rattled through my

my head, wailing as the scent of

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chin, squeezing my cheeks. He made me look at the royal palace through my bleary

me how good this makes you feel. You like it, don't you?

dress as his

yes! You feel it to your

his fingers inside me while the heel of his

them all turn

No! T-t-they are innocent..." I mumbled through my chokes, struggling to get as

My back collided with his hardline body as he pulled me back against himself. His fingers worked roughly inside me in punishing