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.

is why he hates me, because an omega is not a standard

"Good..."

and I tried to not look

driving the hoverboard independently again as

and I adjusted my body weight,

took another turn, another wonder of the Glass palace

was a freaking private jet airport within the perimeters of

at the lavish futuristically styled jets that

a jet, but it was nothing as

is what Mavka meant when she said her demon lords defined the

she hinted when she said that Ezra handled the technology and development sector of the Infernal

realm shakes at the mere mention of their names. Mortals don't stand a

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 "...

it was dominated by sports

staff hurried to him, bringing two helmets and a

a helmet from

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

He remarked, but instead of annoyance, his

corrected my skirt, regaining my posture as I cleared

staff, Raven walked to a black sports

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

shook my head, glancing

I didn't have a good feeling about

this was why he asked me to take off

over the sleek bike, assuming a commanding and effortlessly

took in his features as he swung back his head. Running his fingers through his long hair, he raked them back before he

twist, the bike came alive.

said, looking over

decisive motion, he lowered the black shield of

my lips. I unconsciously

lowered the 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

voice was a little muffled when he

so high. How was I supposed to sit on

fall... I wasn't just talking about the hoverboard,"

his helmet. I couldn't see his face or his expressions, but I wanted

the support, grab my shoulder and straddle the bike. From the way you

my chest as heat shot up my already flushed cheeks.

awkwardly managed to sit on the back seat,

hear my heartbeats. I didn't want him

he revved the engine and rode the bike out of its parking before bringing

pressing against his back. I was about to slide back when