Owned by the Triplets

The Weight Of The Crown

​I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs still trembling from the heat he had pulled out of me and then left hanging.

The silence in the room was louder than the banging on the door had been. Silas stood by the window, his back to me, looking out at the campus like he owned every brick and blade of grass.

​He didn't say anything for a long time. He just stood there, tall and perfect in his suit, while I sat there feeling like a mess. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, and the ache between my legs was becoming too much to simply ignore it.

​"You look confused, Elena," he said, finally turning around. He didn't look angry anymore. He looked bored, which was somehow worse.

​"I’m not confused," I snapped, trying to find some of my dignity. "I’m pissed off. You can't just walk in here, do... that, and then start interrogating me."

​Silas walked toward me, his steps slow and deliberate. He stopped right in front of me, forcing me to look up at him. "I can do whatever I want. Especially when I find out you’re spending your afternoon with a boy who hasn't even learned how to shave properly."

​"Jax is a friend!" I shouted. "We were having coffee! It’s what normal people do, Silas! Do you even know what that word means? Normal?"

​He reached out and gripped my chin, tilting my head back. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, and I hated how much I wanted him to kiss me again. "Normal is for people who don't have what we have, Elena. You aren't normal. You haven't been since the moment you met me."

“What do you mean by I'm not normal? The only one I see here who isn't normal and has some mental issues is you”

​"I don't care about what you think," I lied, my voice shaking. "I want my life back. I want to be able to go to a cafe without feeling like I have a target on my back."

​Silas let out a dark, low chuckle. He sat down on the bed next to me, but he didn't touch me. He leaned back on his elbows, watching me with a smug look that made me want to slap him.

​"You’re hurting, aren't you?" he asked. "I can see it in your eyes. Your body is screaming for what I started. You’re desperate for that release."

​I turned my face away, my cheeks flaming. "Go to hell."

​"If you want it, Elena, you’re going to have to do more than insult me," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If you want me to finish what I started, you’re going to have to beg for it. On your knees. Like a good girl."

​The breath caught in my throat. I looked at him, my vision blurring with tears of rage and wanting. The pressure in my lower belly was almost unbearable. I felt like I was going to explode if someone didn't touch me soon.

​"I’d rather die," I choked out. "I would literally rather die than beg you for anything."

​Silas didn't flinch. He didn't even look annoyed. He just leaned in until his lips were ghosting against my ear, his scent of expensive cologne and something dark filling my head.

​"Be careful with those words, darling," he whispered. "Death is a very permanent thing. But even death won't separate me from you. I’ve put too much into this to let a little thing like a heartbeat stop me."

​I pulled back, staring at him in horror. "What is wrong with you? You’re talking like a psychopath."

​"I'm talking like a man who knows what belongs to him," he said. He reached out and traced the line of my jaw. "If you truly choose death over being mine, then I’ll help you with it. I’ll be the one to tuck you into the ground. But just know, Elena... I’ll be right behind you. I’m not letting you go to the afterlife alone."

​I froze. My mouth went dry, and I couldn't find the words to speak. He wasn't joking. I could see it in the cold, flat blue of his eyes. He was dead serious. He would actually kill himself just to follow me.

​"You're insane," I breathed.

​Silas just chuckled, the sound light and airy, as if he hadn't just threatened a double suicide. He stood up and straightened his tie, looking perfectly composed again. He looked at my messy bed and the textbooks scattered on the floor.

​"I think you need some sleep, Elena," he said, walking toward the door. "You’re getting a bit dramatic. We'll talk about your 'friend' Jax some other time. But for now, just remember what I said."

​He opened the door and stepped out, closing it softly behind him.

​I sat there for a long time, staring at the wood of the door. I felt sick. I felt terrified. But the worst part was, as I sat there in the silence of my room, I realized I was more wet than I had ever been in my entire life. My body didn't care that he was a monster. My body didn't care that he was stalking me.

​All my body cared about was the fact that he was gone, and I was still empty.

​"What is happening to me?" I whispered to the empty room.

How did I get in contact with three crazy men, are they all connected or what? I need to ask questions.

​I curled up on my bed, pulling the covers over my head. I wanted to cry, but I was too tired. I was trapped in a game where the rules kept changing, and the men I was falling for were all completely out of their minds. And the scariest part? I wasn't sure I wanted to win anymore.