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."

words made things

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 advice since I liked your tea-it'll be better if you relax beforehand and try to appreciate what he shows you.

loses them completely when he is angry, so just bear with him," Asher

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

Can I get the recipe? Turns out I am quite fond of

Raven cocked

a glance at me. "Since

use green tea as a base and I add some herbs and dried flower petals..." Mrs. Millers wrote down the tea recipe for Asher.

with my fingers, glancing now and then in the air

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

charging my body with a flush of goosebumps as the air in the room thickened with Ezra's

paralysis swept over me. I couldn't even move a finger. Taking a short broken gasp from my

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

frigid, blank gaze. He had a completely disheveled look on his face as he panted slightly. He had

my arms and dragged me with him, pulling me into the air as

my eyes, trying to cope with the giddiness because of teleportation when a strong smell of smoke hit my senses and I opened my eyes with a snap just to see myself standing on the end of the highway

sky as thick clouds of smoke turned the sky red. A mirror reflection of

covered my ears with trembling hands and squeezed my eyes shut, attempting

my wrists and hugged me from behind

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

it? How does it feel to

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

who want you dead. Tell me how you feel. Show me the pleasure you feel running in your veins right now. Ah~," he moaned in my ears as he

our lower

you feel my arousal, little angel?" He pressed his erections against my ass, grinding his hips against mine. "Fuck, this feels so

a swift motion of his hand, he tore off my dress from the front,

don't want this! I don't want this!"

nipples are for me," he chuckled, squeezing my breasts as

"I don't want this..."

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

rattled

wailing as the scent of smoke scorched through my

fire and so were the surrounding areas. Most areas that Ezra burned down were all high end and heavily developed

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

Look! Look at them burn, Xanthea!" He broke into laughter. "Show me how good this makes you feel. You like it,

the hem of my dress as his hand slid under my

feel it to

inside me while the heel of his palm

them all

my chokes, struggling to get as far away from his touch as

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