Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-36. Hold tight

[Xanthea]

"I... am sorry..."

My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I impulsively blurted out the stream of apologies.

Still perched on his shoes, I loosened my grip on his clothes, but he still held me just as tight against himself until he let go abruptly and I stumbled to the floor. Bringing my hand to my chest, I cowered under his glare, nervously nibbling my lower lip.

"I... am really sorry, Alpha. I should have listened to you. I am sorry. I... shouldn't have acted on my own. I am truly sorry... Alpha. I don't know what I was thinking-"

I yelped as he grabbed my jaws. Pinning me against the wall, he crashed his lips against mine, muffling my incoherent words into desperate, breathless moans. His tongue dominated my mouth, stealing words right off my tongue.

In a daze, I knit my brows, shutting my eyes. My palms were between our chests and my weak pushes just triggered him even more, making the kiss even more violent.

Gasping and moaning, I grabbed his wrist with both my hands, grappling for breaths in his unyielding kiss. Making my body arch against his own, he closed all the distance and gaps.

I stopped pushing him away and gently ran my hands up his shoulders, clenching his jacket in my fists. Once I thought it was safe, I wrapped my arms around his neck. My fingers ran up his hair, caressing them in an almost undetectable motion as I tried to match his wild frequency.

"Ah!" Biting my lower lip, he stopped kissing me.

"You are not allowed to enjoy this, omega." His words were bitter with annoyed frustration.

His glare bore into me as he finally parted from me, our faces still merely inches away. I licked my lower lip.

My chest heaved faster, my breaths quickening as the rage in his aura crushed me under his scrutiny.

Breathing heavily through my mouth, I swallowed hard. My lips stung from his bite, pulsing as erratically as my heartbeats.

"Next time you fake an apology before me, your punishment will not stop at just a bite bruise on your lips. And in case you are wondering what worse could I possibly do to you, little omega, then let me make this very clear..." he growled, leaning closer to my ear. His predatory eyes fixed on me as he grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head backwards. "I will fuck that pretty mouth of yours so hard you won't be able to speak for days."

My breaths caught in my lungs. His taste still lingered in my mouth. I clenched my teeth, his body pressing into mine. His eyes dipped to my lips and then back to my eyes.

"You have not known my worse yet and just pray you never know my worst. Because your petty little heart won't be able to handle that." He let go of my ponytail with a jerk.

I wanted to tell him my apology wasn't fake, but I knew it was better to remain neutral to the accusation than to deny them when there was no solid way to prove myself. Especially with someone like Raven, who was very much capable of doing what he said.

"I don't need your sorry. What I want you to do is drive this slowly," he said, scrubbing away probably my smeared lipstick from around my lips with his thumb.

I nodded, lowering my gaze, as he distanced himself from me.

He stretched out his hand. Placing my hand on his, I stepped on his hoverboard. He walked beside me as I concentrated on maintaining a slow speed and taking calculated turns through the hallways. Maybe that's what he wanted me to do. To concentrate on learning rather than enjoying foolishly.

From the way he arranged his office and cabin, to his handwriting and drawings, to the way he dressed and carried himself... I wasn't sure before, but now I could tell... Raven was a perfectionist. Things that didn't go his way, according to his standards of excellence

erfection, pissed him off.

why he hates me, because an omega is not

"Good..."

me and I tried to not

and kept driving the hoverboard

a little," he commanded, and I adjusted my body weight,

another turn, another wonder of the Glass palace opened up before me in all its

was a freaking private jet airport

at the lavish futuristically styled jets that

a jet, but it was nothing as magnificent as

when she said her demon lords defined the matrix of this world and worlds

when she said that Ezra handled the technology and development sector of the Infernal pack. Raven handled the healthcare, research and medicine while Asher

mere mention of

on my jet, but today I am in a mood to ride..." he ushered hand towards the other side and a world of bikes opened up to me "... a

room filled with bikes of all kinds. Although it was dominated by sports bikes.

bringing

helmet

I looked at him. "Without my help." He added, reading the small plea of help in my eyes. "Do it like I taught you." Hesitating for a few seconds, I shut my eyes and tried to dismount the hoverboard as smoothly as I could by jumping backwards, but I lost my footing... Instead of falling to the floor, I found Raven's arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me back

of annoyance, his eyes held

my posture as I

key from the staff, Raven walked to a black

for the full experience. You won't find the next chapter

rode a bike before?" He asked, and my heart

head, glancing

smirked, and I didn't have a good feeling about it at

and placed the helmet on my head. Maybe this was why he asked me to take off my spectacles

leg over the sleek bike,

head. Running his fingers through his long hair, he raked them back before he put on

into the ignition, and with a subtle twist, the bike came alive. In an instant, the bike

on," Raven said,

he lowered the black

was still fresh on my lips. I unconsciously ran my tongue over the bruise on my

shield of my helmet to hide my face from his. Something about everything about him was doing something to me and I knew, like he said, I wasn't supposed to enjoy it or like it. I knew it was physical, raw lust. But was I supposed to feel its warmth in my chest

voice was a little muffled

the bike's slanting seat. It was so high. How was I supposed to sit

I wasn't just talking about the hoverboard," he said in an

in the shield of his helmet. I couldn't see his face or

straddle the bike. From the way you ride us, I can tell it won't be a

in my chest as heat shot up my already flushed cheeks. I quickly

he instructed, I grabbed his shoulder and awkwardly managed to sit on the back seat, creating

already hear my heartbeats. I didn't want him to feel them

revved the engine and rode the bike out

gasped as my body flung forward, pressing against his back. I was about to slide back when he grabbed my