"They were warned that their rut could kill an Omega. I was warned that I would never walk again. Turns out we were both wrong. Cassian, Rowan, and Silas Crimson — the only triplet Alphas born in a century — were forbidden to touch any Omega until their 21st birthday. Then they found me in an abandoned chapel, broken, bitter, and smelling like death. One inhale. One shared look. And three monsters decided a wheelchair wouldn't stop them from claiming what was theirs. They don't want to fix me. They want to ruin me. And I’m starting to think I’ll let them." Chapter 2　Scent Bondxx The first time Cassian touched me, I came untouched. It was in the academy infirmary at 2:17 a.m. He locked the door. Rowan held my chair still. Silas stood guard. Cassian knelt between my useless legs, pushed my knees apart like I weighed nothing. "Look at me, Elias." I couldn't. My eyes were already rolling back. He dragged one finger through the slick soaking my sweatpants and brought it to his mouth. "Fuck," he groaned. "You taste like forgiveness." Then he bit down on the inside of my thigh — hard enough to bruise, not hard enough to mark. My dead nerves screamed alive. Rowan caught me as I convulsed, whispering against my ear, "That's it, baby. Let us feel you break." Silas was already hard against my back, grinding slowly. "Save some for us," he laughed, voice shaking. Cassian looked up, eyes pure crimson. "Never." Chapter 3　The Claiming They took me to their penthouse that night. No discussion. No permission. Just three Alphas carrying a wheelchair like it was a throne. They laid me on silk sheets that cost more than my hospital bills. Rowan cut my clothes off with surgical scissors. Silas kissed every scar the accident left. Cassian stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself slowly. "We're going to mark you tonight," he said. "All three of us." I should have said no. Instead I spread my legs and begged. "Please." The first bite was Cassian's — right over my heart. The second was Rowan's — base of my throat. The third was Silas — the soft spot behind my ear. When the fourth should have been impossible, they bit me together, teeth overlapping on my mating gland. I screamed their names as I came again, vision whiting out. And for the first time since the accident, I felt my toes curl.