Bonded to Her Triple Alphas

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Kaya’s POV.

I have a black towel in my hands, which are shaking right now. I can’t even breathe well. It’s morning, and the light from the sun is radiating into the room, supposedly bringing me warmth, but all I feel inside me is a chill.

I’m shivering, not from sickness but from a grasp of fear. It holds me like it’s some second personality, and I can’t help it.

“I need to wash more. I need to wash more.” I’ve been whispering this to myself, or more like muttering the words to myself.

As much as my skin is irritated, I have washed myself off of the scent of the triplet sweats and all of the sex.

The icy sensation overwhelms me again, intoxicating my mind with bad thoughts, and I run back inside the shower. I am naked anyway, so I just walk under the sprinkling, warm water.

I wash it again and place my hand at the entrance of my core again, wincing at the sharp sting there from the cuts of those bastards dicks, but wash it again anyway. Then, I wash my neck area, which has lessened it in terms of how painful it used to be.

My eyes flare as a thought lands in my mind all of a sudden.

I grab hold of myself before I fall to the floor of the bathroom.

Oh, no. It’s not just the smell of the triplets bodies on mine. I have been marked by them, and that’s bullocks; I’m not getting out of this.

I run back outside with water dripping off of my body before I wrap the towel around my skin. I didn’t waste time sitting in front of the mirror and checking out my reflection.

“Shit!” I can’t hide the mark.

I can’t. It’s a three-fucking bite that has almost healed to look like a tattoo. It’s a claim, after all, so there’s no way it can be hidden with clothes. That aside, I am surprised at how even older wounds haven’t healed, but these darned bites are almost.

A few minutes later, I change into all-covering clothes that I found in the closet. I have no idea if I’m supposed to wear them, but well, they should expect me to put on something.

I mean, either way, I get punished. A sadistic smile creeps up my face. “Kaya…” I mutter my own name under my breath.

Really, to be honest, it’s as though I’m starting to get used to everything. I can only assume what’s going to happen in my life. At the moment, I know the moment I leave here, the sex slaves will come for me, so I’ll just stay in here till whenever the triplets call for me or maybe the guard, which I hope not.

A few hours later, I’m still inside the room, sitting at the edge of the bed. My stomach growls from within, and my hands hold onto it tightly outwardly.

“Shit…” I spill when it growls again. I’m hungry, but there’s nothing I can do.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Sighing deeply and standing up to go and drink some water from the bathroom, the door snaps open, and Carla, Alana, and the girl from last night draft themselves into the room.

My eyes grow wide, and trust me, I know what is to happen, just not exactly how.

Quickly, my head lowers to the ground, my jaw tightening to prepare myself for any smacking on the face.

“See who has decided to lock herself in?” They speak and look down at their claws, which are just reprimanding their well-manicured porcelain nails.

I have no idea what to say, so I keep quiet.

“Well, we heard the news last night. Lyra may have seen this supposedly innocent, young, weak girl gracefully enslaving herself to three dicks like damn.” Is that Alana speaking? I’m not exactly sure.

My hearing is fading from hearing clearly because of the shot of adrenaline inside my system.

As much as it prepares me for whatever is to come, it also causes me to hear my own blood flushing drastically within my veins.

I can hear the sound of my heart thumping, as though it is about to run out of me, leaving me non-hearted, if that makes any sense.

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”When I say, Carla hisses.

Her gait towards me is swift, and she grabs me by the standing strands at the back of my head and forces me to stare into her eyes.

“The triplets are ours, but how dare you have sex with them?” She bares her teeth to me, making me watch slowly as her gums widen.

Her molars are forced to shift away just so that her canine can take up more space and grow into a fang. I swear, my soul drifts off and shrinks back in. The view is scary and uneasy.

My skin is filled with goosebumps, chills sending down my still slightly wounded spine.

“Oh, maybe we need to get some lessons from you because, I mean, you taking those three horse-sized dicks. Some ragged whore you are.” She spits in my face-not literally, though-and kicks me in the feet, so I fall to the ground.

With her grip still in my hair, losing gravity, she holds onto me with just my hair, and I scream as my eyes flash briefly white from the pain. My brain is alarming at the pain like never before.

I am quick to hold myself back to my feet, so the weight won’t be on my hair.

Then I hear the door open again. “Oh, Dustfang, you’re here. That’s good news.”

“What are you doing here, Carla, with the girls?” His voice is tight. I pray and wish he sends them away and doesn’t beat me up like yesterday again with their pretense.

My body’s honestly weaker than ever before this morning, perhaps from being used last night.

“We want you to punish her again for us.” Alana speaks casually, and my hearing picks up the sound of her heels clicking towards the guard, Dustfang.

He shakes his head and says, “that’s not my job. Now, get out of here before your masters catch you, misusing their property.” Before he can add more to his words, Alana snaps at his face.

A sly smile walks up her face, and she latches a finger on his parted lips. His brows raise slowly while she takes his other hand and places it under her dress.

“Feeling that fresh juice, boy?” Dustfang nods when she says it, cunningly grasping him under her spell.

Then she brings his fingers up to the brink of his lips. He licks the wetness in his hand.

“Does it taste fresh, refined, and sweet, and you want more? I’m sure you haven’t had such a nice, juicy cunt ever before. As she utilizes her shrewdness, which is skillfully gestured by deception, and he is falling for it, the other girls laugh mildly.

“Yes.” Her hands are on his pants, swiping up and down. “Fuck, you carry it big. Now, don’t you want to fill my insides, emptying those seeds inside me? Punish the slave, and I will allow you entrance tonight.”

Dramatically, he affirms her will. My shoulders fall, a sign of knowing there’s no escape from this.

He is walking towards me with a grip on the hilt, readying myself for his manly pommel. A new presence grabs his attention.

Wait, I have seen this woman before, but I can’t be sure of where.

“Dustfang, what is happening here?” She is asking when her eyes drop at me, and I quickly falter my gaze.

“It’s the triplets toy, queen mother. She must be punished for a sin.”

If the triplet mistresses are scared of her, then she must be very powerful. My brain reels in memory of where I had seen her.

Wait, she is the triplets mother. She’s their mother, and if her sons are those monsters that dwell in my nightmare, oh, she must be the devil herself.

With her talons, she raises my face. “Beautiful eyes, beautiful face-no wonder Kyle had them own you in the first place. Forgive my sons; they can be very petrifying and cold-hearted.”

Don’t tell me she is being nice right now.

My nerves are on the horizon, poking out from within my skin. “Are you nervous, girl? Well, you should be. Why? Because you deserve more torment than you’re receiving.” She stands up and looks around the room.

“Why is she in here?”

“Masters, ask me to put her in here till they are ready to come and see her.”

“Take her to the dungeon. She must have no possessions to bring along. That’s where such a creature as her deserves.”

“Walk…” Dustfang grumbles between thin lips.

“I…”

Her face changes within a second, hardening as her brows furrow. “If she had her powers, do you have an idea how much, how fast, and how magnifying she could destroy us all? No, your feeble brain thinks not of that.” Her eyes shift over to me once again. “Make sure she is in agony every second. I cannot believe my sons would even mark such a creature.”

Blankly, I blink at her. I thought this turtleneck gown covered it.

“What?” The sex slaves gasp, pretending once again.

It doesn’t seem the triplets mother has a liking for them either, because she rolls her eyes and leaves the room.

“Walk…” Dustfang grumbles between thin lips.