In Love With My Alpha Triplet Brothers

Nothing At All

Demien’s POV

I dropped the brush in my hands after hours of trying to do a simple painting to no avail. Greta wouldn't let my mind be and it was as if her smell was permanently engraved in my brain. I had to move most of my work to my office in town.

I loved working at home too, as it allowed me to be there whenever Greta needed me, but it was such an irony that Greta was the same reason why I wanted to stay away from home.

I gritted my teeth at the fact that I was going home again to twist and turn on the bed for the whole night.

Going through the house with Greta's scent all over the place was undiluted torture but then I had to go home. That was the only way to avoid suspicion from Dad.

My cell phone rang and I picked it up. It was Dylan. He had made sure to pick Derek and me from work every day for the past week so that none of us would sleep out of the house, making Dad ask questions.

“We are waiting for you outside,” Dylan said then cut the call.

I stood up grudgingly and took my bag with me. I took my laptop from the table and disconnected the charger so that I could take it with me. When I couldn't sleep, I worked on my laptop.

I joined Derek and Dylan in the car and we drove home. On our way home, I asked Dylan to stop at a fast food and I got four plates of food then returned to the car.

“Why did you buy four plates? I am sure Dad would have eaten at his office before coming home,” Derek said when I dropped the plates beside him.

“It is for Greta,” I said simply.

“I am sure that she has cooked and eaten by now. It is getting dark,” Derek said.

“You know that she wouldn't cook,” Dylan said looking at Derek from the rear view mirror.

“That is what I say about you guys over pampering her and making her not useful in the long run,” Derek hissed.

“I think I would just eat my food here. Breathing in that house is torture, so going in there to eat is like swallowing hot coal,” Dylan said, clearly ignoring Derek's remark.

For one week, it had been our routine. We ate before we got home and just went to our separate rooms without saying anything to Greta.

I wanted to talk to her but the mere sight of her made my wolf crazy. Greta was human, so she didn't feel what I felt, but I was suffering. I was fantasizing about my human half sister every day.

We again ate in the car before heading home. When we got home, Derek was the first to get out of the car and hurried inside.

I took out the food I bought and when I got inside, I dropped it on the table before Greta. I gritted my teeth as the scent of Greta made my wolf stand at attention.

I hurried to the steps and straight into my room. I got hold of my perfume and sprayed it. I was hoping it would drown the scent of Greta but it didn't help.

I entered my bathroom and started removing my clothes. My wolf wanted me to stay there and talk to Greta, mark her, and even make love to her.

It felt like madness. It felt like an impossibility. I never believed that a day would come when I would be sexually attracted to my human half sister.

It was all shades of wrong. One, she was my half sister, and two, she was human. If that type of bond had ever been formed, I never heard of it.

I was so lost in thought as I stood before the mirror gazing at my reflection. I was one of the most eligible bachelors in the pack. Any female would crawl on their knees if I wanted them to. Why would I be mated to my half sister? Was it a punishment for a crime I committed in my past life?

I hissed and pushed away from the mirror to get under the shower. I switched it on and allowed the soothing warmth of the water to soothe my exhausted body.

I took my soap and lathered it on my skin. I then closed my eyes and raised my head to allow the water from the shower to fall on my face. But the moment I closed my eyes, different fantasies about Greta assaulted my mind.

In my mind, Greta walked into the bathroom looking all beautiful in a bathrobe. She gently let it fall to the floor before she walked towards me in matching bra and panties.

I growled as I imagined her running her hands all over my body. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was on myself and I was palming my third leg hard.

I started caressing myself just as I imagined that she would. I closed my eyes tighter as lust made my skin and blood boil. I groaned when the intensity of what I was doing seized my being.

I gritted my teeth as I imagined her on her knees massaging me. I concentrated on her face as I lost myself in the pleasure of imagination.

But try as I may, I couldn't reach the peak. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and the reality of what I had just done dawned on me. I was imagining myself with my half sister.

I wanted to punch the wall but instead I switched the water to cold and allowed the cold water to cool my hot skin.

I switched off the shower when I was sure that I had everything under control. I had survived the last week, but not without imagining having Greta in my hand or imagining kissing the hell out of her. It was gradually becoming maddening.

I tied a towel loosely around my waist and took the other one to dry my hair. I opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. I was shocked to find Greta standing in my room looking so innocent.

I blinked several times just to be sure that I wasn't imagining her still. I felt my back stiffen the moment I saw her eyes move down my body.

I growled at her and asked her what she was doing in my room and how she got in. When she said the door was unlocked, I hissed at my carelessness.

I had forgotten to lock the door in my hurry to get rid of her scent. I asked her to leave but she wouldn't. I knew Greta was stubborn, and I loved her that way, but that day, I wanted her to leave as fast as possible.

My wolf was on the verge of taking over my body just at the thought of her in my room alone with me.

I tried to walk past Greta but she grabbed my arm instead. My wolf howled in my head as sparks went up my arm before spreading all over my body. It felt so delicious that my wolf shook its body as shivers went down my spine.

“Mark mate,” my wolf howled in my head.

“I can't. She is my half sister. Are you mad?” I argued while trying my best to remain in control.

Before I could control myself, I leaned into her and her scent further embraced me. It filled my nostrils so much that I had to hold on to the shred of my self-control by a thin line.

Before my lips could touch hers, I stepped back and removed myself totally from her and told her to leave, but Greta's stubbornness got in the way, and she tried to move towards me again.

I had to scream at her to leave before she hightailed out of my room. I heard her breath cut before she opened the door and ran. I knew she was sobbing.

I wanted to go after her, I wanted to tell her that I was sorry, I wanted to hold her in my hands and wipe her tears but that would be too risky. My wolf wanted her like he had never wanted anything else. If she stayed one more minute, I would lose control and do something that we both would have regretted.

I closed my door and locked it before I slumped on the bed. I was not happy with the way things were but there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing at all!