The Alpha Triplets’ Scorned Mate

Jealousy

Damien’s POV

The door pushed open, and a scared-looking Kira stepped into the room. I watched her nervously shut the door before she turned around and looked my way.

“You sent for me?” she asked softly, her lips trembling with fear.

“Mate!” My wolf howled loudly in my head, but I pushed it down and put on a stoic expression. Slowly, I got up from the bed and made my way toward her. I could see the fear in her eyes as she watched me get closer, and when I did, I pinned her against the wall, positioning my two hands beside her so she wouldn’t be able to move.

“Damien… what—”

“Keep shut!” I spat in anger and jealousy. The thought that she might have done something with Darius was already driving me insane.

“Tell me, Kira, are you f*****g my brother?” I asked in anger.

Kira’s eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head. “No…”

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” I warned, but she shook her head again. “I’m not lying,” she said, and in that moment, I could tell she was telling the truth. But I wasn’t relieved. Something had happened in Darius’s room.

My wolf was restless, pacing in my head, urging me to claim her—to mark her as mine. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I hated her, didn’t I?

Then why did the thought of something happening between her and Darius send a violent rage burning through my veins?

I took a step closer, pressing my body against hers, feeling the tremor that ran through her as she tried to shrink away. “If you’re not lying,” I said darkly, my voice low with restrained anger, “then tell me what the f**k happened in Darius’s room.”

Kira swallowed hard, her fingers twitching at her sides. “I—I walked in on him,” she admitted hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “He was… naked.”

My breathing turned sharp, my wolf snarling inside me. I could already feel my control slipping.

“And?” I pressed, my hands slamming against the wall beside her head. “What else, Kira?”

She flinched but kept going. “He asked me to… to take off my clothes too,” she whispered, eyes darting away from mine.

A growl rumbled in my chest, deep and dangerous. My vision blurred with anger. The idea of Darius seeing her naked—seeing what I hadn’t—made my blood boil.

He had seen her.

He had asked her to undress.

Had she done it? Had she let him

I grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at me. “Did you?” I demanded.

She nodded her head quickly, fear and confusion swirling in her eyes. “Yes, but I ran out before anything happened.”

Relief hit me like a drug, but it wasn’t enough. The jealousy still burned, twisting my insides. I wanted to punish her for putting herself in that situation. For letting him see what was supposed to be mine.

“You ran?” I scoffed, releasing her chin only to let my fingers trace down her neck, making her shiver. “So that means he’s seen you…” My gaze dropped lower, my mind painting the image against my will. Darius had seen what I hadn’t.

A possessive growl rumbled in my chest.

“That’s not fair, Kira,” I murmured, my fingers grazing the hem of her gown.

She gasped, eyes darting to mine in panic. “D-Damien—”

“Strip,” I ordered, my voice dark with command.

Her breath hitched. “What?”

“You heard me.” I stepped back just enough to give her room. “You let my brother see you, but not me?” My lips curled in a cruel smirk. “That doesn’t sit well with me, Kira.”

She trembled, her hands clutching at her shirt. “I—I didn’t let him see me. He ordered me,” she protested.

“So am I,” I ordered. “Take it off.”

I could see the pain and fear in her eyes, but I didn’t care. I was already going insane with the mere thought of Darius seeing her naked. That was why he jerked off in his bathroom. He jerked off with the image of Kira’s naked body in his head.

“Damn it!” I grunted and glared at Kira. “Don’t waste my time, maid! Undress!” I spat. “Or do I have to do it for you?”

I noticed Kira swallowed hard in humiliation, but she obeyed and went for the zipper of her gown. After zipping it down, she pulled it away, now standing before me in her underwear. My d**k jerked, but I sucked in a deep breath and watched her continue.

Kira unhooked her bra and pulled it away, letting her breasts come into view. I sucked in a deep breath and swallowed hard as her erect n*****s pointed at me.

My wolf howled possessively as I watched her. My breath hitched when she hesitated, standing before me in nothing but her underwear.

She looked so damn vulnerable—her arms twitching slightly as if she wanted to cover herself but knew better than to disobey me. The humiliation in her eyes was clear, yet she still obeyed.

That only fueled the fire burning inside me.

“Keep going,” I commanded, my voice thick with possession.

Kira’s lips parted as if to protest, but she stopped herself. Slowly, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of her panties, her breathing ragged.

My wolf was losing control, howling inside me, demanding I take her, mark her, make sure no one—not Darius, not any other bastard—would ever see her like this again.

But I wasn’t going to give in. Not yet.

Her hands trembled as she dragged the fabric down her thighs, letting it pool at her feet. My eyes darkened as I took in her fully exposed body.

Damn. She was mine.

And yet… my brother had seen her like this first. The thought made my jealousy turn murderous.

I exhaled sharply, dragging my gaze over every inch of her, saving her nakedness to my memory. Darius had seen her, but he hadn’t touched her. He hadn’t had her.

I had to remind myself of that fact before I did something reckless.

Kira shifted under my gaze, her arms twitching again as if she wanted to shield herself from my eyes. “Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

My c**k throbbed painfully in my pants, but I ignored it. I wasn’t done punishing her.

I took a slow step forward, my fingers tracing along her bare shoulder, feeling the shiver that ran through her body. My lips curled in satisfaction. Good. Let her tremble.

“You’re so obedient now,” I murmured, my fingers trailing lower. “But tell me, Kira…” I lifted her chin so she had no choice but to meet my eyes. “Did Darius touch you too?”

Her breath hitched. “N-No,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

My jaw clenched. I should be relieved. But the mere fact that my brother had gotten even a glimpse of her—had imagined her like this—made me want to tear something apart.

I let my fingers ghost over the swell of her breast, just enough to make her gasp. I was tormenting both of us, but I didn’t care.

I continued, my fingers moving dangerously lower toward her p***y, but suddenly, a sharp knock on the door made me freeze, my fingers hovering just above Kira’s bare skin.

My wolf growled in frustration, demanding I ignore the interruption and claim what was mine.

But the knock came again, firmer this time.

Kira’s eyes widened in fear, her entire body tensing as if she had just been given a chance to escape. I clenched my jaw, forcing my breathing to steady.

Damn it.

For a split second, I considered ignoring whoever was outside. But then a familiar voice drifted through the door.

“Damien?”

Sonia.

Relief flooded through me, mixing with the frustration already burning in my veins. She had impeccable timing. Another second, and I might have done something I wasn’t ready for.

My gaze snapped back to Kira, who was watching me with wide, humiliated eyes. “Get dressed and get out,” I ordered coldly, stepping back and giving her space.

She didn’t hesitate. Her hands fumbled as she grabbed her dress from the floor, yanking it over her trembling body. I watched her struggle with the zipper, her fingers shaking too much to pull it up properly. My jaw ticked, but I didn’t help her. I didn’t care.

She was out of my sight in seconds, dashing past Sonia the moment the door cracked open. Sonia barely had time to step aside before Kira fled down the hall, her head down, shoulders hunched as if she were running for her life.

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders as I turned my attention to Sonia.

She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Kira disappear. “What the hell was that about?” she asked, her tone laced with suspicion.

I ignored the question. I wasn’t in the mood for explanations, nor did she need one. Instead, I reached for my belt, unzipping my pants as I gave her a dark look.

“Strip,” I ordered, my voice filled with frustration.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say more, but then she smirked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “You seem horny, huh?”

“On the bed,” I commanded, yanking my shirt over my head.

Sonia didn’t need to be told twice. With practiced ease, she let her dress slip from her shoulders, her hands moving to unclasp her bra as she walked toward my bed. She climbed onto it, spreading her legs without hesitation, her gaze locked onto mine with a sultry look.

I let out a breath, my wolf still on edge but satisfied enough with the distraction.

Because if Sonia hadn’t knocked when she did…

I wasn’t sure what the hell I would’ve done with Kira.