The Unwanted Luna Queen

5: Extra mates

Alaric's POV

“Why do you want us here?” Calix asked, relaxing back on the armchair, nursing a glass of whiskey.

“Because Mother wants to introduce my mate to everyone, and she wants you all present,” I said, narrowing my eyes because this was his third bottle, not just a glass.

Calix couldn’t hear my voice, so I had to talk to him using the mindlink. He was a hunter and had hunted for a living since he was seven, but that cost him his hearing. The physicians said he would never hear again.

That made him so bitter he couldn’t stay in the palace anymore, not that he ever enjoyed his time here since our father died. He left and refused to tell me where, though he knows I can find out whenever I wish. I’m just giving him time and space to get used to his own disability.

I have had the longest disability since our college days, but Calix’s accident with the wolf animal in the woods happened a few years ago. It gets harder trying to cope, but it seems like he is getting there.

“You finally got yourself a mate?” Kane chuckled darkly, toying with a yo-yo in his hand despite not being able to see.

Kane has the darkest sense of humor and is the most rebellious among us three. When the faes took away my ability to walk, he went out with swords to fight them without telling anyone, which cost him his eyes in the process.

It left our mother distraught that all her children were lacking in one way or another, but deep down, I know we were both glad that we have something like that in common. After all, it’s just a disability we can live with, even though we hate it.

I remember when our mother used to ask if they would enter fire if I told them to. We all know the answer was yes in a heartbeat. We were often referred to as the triplets, though I’m older by just a year.

“Unfortunately,” I said, leaning back on the executive chair inside my study.

It’s been two days since I got married to Hazel, and two days since my mother has been hovering around my head, making sure I’m not ruining anything for her. Not that I have it in me to do so anymore.

Hazel is not that bad, though I realize she is more naive than my mother thought she would be. She hasn’t told me her story yet, but I can see it at the tip of her tongue every time we spend the night together.

Having my brothers here will take my mind off so many things. I don’t know what to do with Hazel to start with. She is everywhere in my mind lately with her bony little body and those taut n*****s that are always hard.

Deciding to introduce her to my brothers before the formal introduction, I rang for a maid to bring in my wife. A knock came on the door soon after, announcing my mate's arrival. I straightened in my wheelchair as she walked in.

Hazel walked into the study. She looked beautiful and a bit more radiant now that she eats good food. An unexpected tension filled the room. My twin brothers, Calix and Kane, stiffened immediately just like she did.

Before I could register what was happening, both of them growled out the word, "Mate," their voices filled with an unmistakable primal urgency.

In a blur of motion, they lunged at Hazel, their eyes wild with a mix of desire and desperation and possessiveness. Hazel barely had time to react before they reached her, each one grabbing for a piece of her, their need overwhelming any sense of decorum or control.

"Wait!" I shouted, my voice lost in the frenzy.

Calix and Kane were a tangle of limbs as they fought each other, each trying to claim Hazel. Their aggression escalated rapidly, and soon they were rolling on the carpeted floor, their growls and grunts filling the room.

Hazel’s moans filled the room as they both marked her on each side of her neck. One of them marked her where my mark was. What the f**k.

My heart raced, and I tried to wheel myself closer to intervene, but the scene unfolded too quickly. Deep in the chaos, clothes were torn away, discarded in their haste. Hazel's protests were drowned out by the intensity of my brothers' struggle.

Within moments, they were all naked, their bodies a writhing mass on the floor. The sight was both shocking and surreal. Hazel was caught between them, her expression a mix of confusion and desire.

I wanted to look away, to stop this madness, but I was frozen, unable to tear my eyes from the scene. I don’t know what to feel having my brothers f*****g my mate right there in front of me while she groaned and moaned.

Both my brothers took turns with Hazel, the room was filled with their panting breaths and the sounds of their intense coupling. The stench of s*x, desire and possessiveness filled the air.

I watched them, my breath catching in my throat. The raw, primal energy in the room was almost palpable, and despite my initial shock and outrage, I felt a strange, shameful thrill.

Hazel's body, entwined with those of my brothers, moved with a desperate grace, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. She was so small and pale while they were large and dark. She moves like she was meant to be f****d by them.

This part of me, the one I rarely acknowledged, reveled in the chaos. It fed on the rawness of their desire, the sheer physicality of their need. I sat there, a captive audience to this carnal display, I felt a stirring deep within me, an arousal that I couldn't ignore.

My wheelchair creaked as I shifted uncomfortably, the fabric of my clothes suddenly too tight against my skin. My pulse quickened, and I could feel my own body responding in ways I hadn't anticipated.

The sight of Hazel's taut n*****s, her flushed skin, and the frantic movements of my brothers sent a jolt of illicit pleasure through me. They were going harder, sweating and growling at the same time.

This was wrong, on so many levels, yet I couldn't deny the dark satisfaction that came with watching the three of them lose themselves in each other.

A part of me longed to be a part of it, to feel the heat of their bodies, to experience the intensity of their connection. But for now, all I could do was sit there, my eyes locked on the scene before me, my emotions a tangled mess of conflict and desire.

Fucking hell.