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 things

I usually prefer coffee, but the tea was ok. At least your cooking skills are worth something, omega. Let me give you some free advice since I liked your tea-it'll be better if you relax beforehand and try to appreciate what he shows you. It'll calm him down

when he is angry, so just bear with him," Asher said. "And the tea

the tea leaves myself in the small garden I have," Mrs. Millers chimed in as if

the recipe? Turns out I am quite fond of

when?" Raven

sneaked a glance at me. "Since

Millers wrote down the tea recipe for Asher. It looked as though for him nothing was more important

with my fingers, glancing now and

raced down my spine just moments before Ezra

the air in the room thickened with Ezra's intense, unforgiving presence right behind me, a suffocating blend of tension and

move a finger. Taking a short broken gasp from my mouth,

of his arrival and in the next second he had seized my upper arm, pulled me to my feet and turned me

cinder. His eyes were psychopathically stretched wide in a frigid, blank gaze. He had a completely disheveled look on his face

he seized both my arms and dragged me

because of teleportation when a strong smell of smoke hit my senses and I opened my eyes with a

the sky red. A mirror reflection of almost the entire pack that was burning below

few long seconds to comprehend the situation. But when the realization struck, a gut-wrenching cry tore from my throat. Desperate, I covered my

me from behind

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

it for you! Do you like it? How does it feel

to be. It was just a

The people who want you dead. Tell me how you feel. Show me the pleasure you

our

my arousal, little angel?" He pressed his erections against my ass, grinding his hips against

me against himself. In a swift motion of his hand, he tore off my dress from the front, revealing my

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

want this! Your body does! just look how hard your nipples are for me," he chuckled,

"I don't want this..."

those screams. Isn't it the sweetest melody you have ever heard, Xanthea? One of those screams could be of the person who burned your books. Doesn't that excite you? HUH! Tell me how good this makes you feel. To see them burn! To see the people who burned down

laughter rattled through

the

areas that Ezra burned down were all high end and heavily

my chin, squeezing my cheeks. He made me look at

Xanthea!" He broke into laughter. "Show me how good this makes you feel. You like it, don't you? Haha...

dress as his

Fuck yes! You feel it to your core. So

fingers inside me while the heel of

them all

are innocent..." I mumbled through my chokes, struggling to get as

he pulled me back against himself. His fingers worked roughly inside me in punishing