The Unwanted Luna Queen

6: Three more mates

Hazel’s POV

I panted and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, my body shuddering in the aftermath. The two men who had just finished f*****g me and marking my neck each on either side lay beside me, their chests rising and falling heavily.

The scent of s*x and sweat mingled in the air, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere. My limbs felt like jelly, weak and spent from the intense, unexpected encounter. And free.

Each of them bore an uncanny resemblance to my husband, Alaric. The alpha king. Their faces, now softened by post-orgasmic bliss, were strikingly similar to his, and it made my mind reel.

My skin still tingled where their teeth had broken the skin on my neck, the marks throbbing slightly but not unpleasantly. Quite the opposite actually.

We lay there on the carpeted floor of Alaric’s office, the plush material cushioning our exhausted bodies. The room was dimly lit, the flickering light from the fireplace casting shadows that danced across the walls.

As my breathing slowly steadied, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. I turned my head slightly, my gaze falling on the familiar yet alien faces of the two men beside me.

Their strong, muscular bodies were glistening with sweat, and I could see the rise and fall of their chests as they recovered from the exertion though they were. still wearing their clothes while I’m very much naked.

The air was thick with the scent of them, a potent mix of masculinity and power that was impossible to ignore. They possess the same air as Alaric.

Wait… Alaric. My heart skipped a beat as the realisation struck me. This wasn’t just a surreal, intense dream. These men were real, and so was the situation we found ourselves in. My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of the last hour.

But now, lying here with his two doppelgängers, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of confusion and arousal. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred, leaving me in a state of dazed wonder.

Slowly, I propped myself up on my elbows, my body still trembling slightly from the intense c****x. The two men, sensing my movement, turned their heads to look at me. Their eyes, icy blue and very very intense, mirrored Alaric’s in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

“What… what just happened?” I whispered, my voice shaky and breathless.

One of them, his features softening into a small, knowing smile, reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. It looks like he cannot actually see me though. Is he the blind one? I heard the maids gossiping about?

“You were incredible,” he murmured, his voice deep and velvety, echoing Alaric’s timbre.

The other man, still catching his breath, nodded in agreement. “And she is ours.” he said simply, his words sending a jolt of both fear and excitement through me.

Which one is deaf? Or did he mind-link what he said to him?

I lay back down, my mind spinning with questions, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging. Despite the odd circumstances, there was something undeniably right about this moment.

I turned my head, and there he was—Alaric, speechless, sitting in his wheelchair. The shock in his eyes mirrored the panic that suddenly settled in my chest. My heart pounded as I took in his expression, expecting anger, betrayal, or something equally intense.

But then I noticed the bulge in his pants. He was aroused. The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks, sending a confusing mix of emotions coursing through my veins.

THIS was not the reaction I had anticipated.

Quickly, I scrambled to my feet, my hands fumbling as I reached for my discarded clothes. The two men beside me reluctantly let me go, their eyes filled with a mixture of regret and possessiveness.

“Hazel, wait,” one of them murmured, his hand reaching out to me. But I couldn’t stay. Not now. Not with Alaric watching.

I pulled on my clothes hastily, my movements hurried and frantic. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to piece together the puzzle that was rapidly forming before me. Alaric had mentioned his brothers, the twins.

Kane and Calix. And now, it all made sense. They were the men I had just been with. The men that just possessive my f****d me to the inch of my life in front of my husband, their brother and the most feared Alpha King.

Goddess, would he demand for my head for disrespecting him like that?

As I finished dressing, I looked back at Alaric. His eyes were still locked onto me, dark with a mixture of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, a silent telltale to his unexpected desire.

“I… I didn’t know,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes darted between Alaric and his brothers, trying to make sense of the situation. “I’m sorry.”

Alaric’s expression softened slightly, though he remained silent. The tension in the room was palpable, a charged atmosphere that left me feeling both vulnerable and exposed.

Kane and Calix exchanged a look, their expressions mirroring the confusion and concern that I felt. They stood up, their imposing figures casting long shadows in the dimly lit room. They do know we are married right?

“We didn’t know she was… ours,” Kane said, his voice tinged with regret. Calix nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving mine.

I now realise. Kane is the blind one and Calix is the deaf one. I know their names according to their disabilities.

Alaric finally spoke, his voice low and rough. “Hazel, come here.”

I hesitated for a moment, then took a tentative step towards him. The room was deathly silent, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace. As I approached Alaric, the tension in the air seemed to thicken.

When I was close enough, Alaric reached out and took my hand, his grip firm yet gentle. He pulled me to his lap and I fell with a yelp.

“You are not at fault,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. “We’re going to figure this out. Together.” His eyes on his brothers now.

I nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. The panic in my chest began to ebb away, replaced by a strange sense of calm. I had found myself in the midst of an unexpected bond. A powerful one.

The twins stepped closer, their presence reassuring. They were my mates too, a revelation that was both shocking and strangely comforting. After Orlo’s rejection, I had lost hope but Moon Goddess decided to give me three more mates.