Mated To The Triplet Alphas

I’m in maison De Valois, the mansion of the triplet Alphas. Home to one of the most powerful people on the planet, you'd have to be a friend of the president to get a tour of it. I'm in the room of the triplets, it's dark, with grey sheets and black walls. Thick and heavy curtains block all chances of natural light trying to sneak into the room. “You're so pretty.” Tyran whispers in my ear and a shudder runs through me as Sham’s hands dig into my waist, the feeling of his bare, strong hands brushing against my skin is… I don't get to finish my thought before another shudder runs through me again. Caiden pulls my hair backwards and my neck is fully exposed to him and for a moment, I think he's going to dig his fangs into my throat but he doesn't, instead he goes on his knees and yanks my pants down The feeling of dread fills me, fear coils over my limbs like a snake and yet, I don't try to fight him when he parts my legs and takes my c**t in his mouth. I throw my head back and a cry escapes my mouth, my hand goes to his hair and to my surprise, I pull him to me. I hear him chuckle. “Now, aren't you a good girl?.” Sham asks, his deep baritone voice is only a whisper but the amount of praise in his voice was about to send me over a cliff. I whimper and push my hips forward, the pleasure was almost maddening. Sham pulls my top over my head and slowly runs his hands over my n.ipples. “Tell me, has anyone ever touched you here?.” Tyran asked as he began tracing his hands towards the entrance of my pvssy, his blue eyes are darker than usual and more intense. I shake my head and watch as the corners of his lips lift upwards. “Good, because we'll love to be the first to claim you. Soul, body and spirit.” It takes all the will power in me not to tell them they already owned me. In flesh, blood and bones. The orgasm comes and it’s hard and quick. It slams through me like lightning and I scream. My moans fill my small room and that is when I snap back to reality. I pull my hand away from my pvssy, it's coated with my juices. I sit up, warm sweat rolls from my face down to my neck and I look around my empty room. It's sad. I said I would stop finger fvcking myself to the thought of the triplets a long time ago but a girl has needs and if the triplets are the only thing that can make me come during mastvrbation, then the triplets would have to do until I can gather enough money to buy a vibrator. My body tingles as I climb down from the bed, I wait for the shame to come as it always does but this time I feel empty and sad. I’ve put myself in a situation where I can't get myself out of but to be fair, I've always been in weird situations all my life. Tell me why my parents left me on the front porch of their pack Alphas in nothing but a dirty diaper and a shabby note that said my name was Amelia? No one can tell me why. For years I've been treated like trash as if I was the one that begged to be born and abandoned. I didn't ask for any of this. Give a girl some breathing space. I push my golden curls away from my face and rush into the bathroom. I don't even try to think of my dress as I put it on. It's red and I had gotten it from a thrift store at a fair price. I know that the other kids from my school would fly to Paris or Milan or wherever they met with their A list fashion designers to get their outfits, so it was pretty obvious they would slay and I would end up being the odd peasant… No one even asked me out to the dance. The school I attended, Ecole El’garnette et De Bourdon-- please don't even try to pronounce it so you won't bite your tongue off-- was the school of the elite and rich. When I was ten, I was offered a scholarship there and even now, I don't know if it was the best or worst thing that ever happened to me. “Fvck, I'm late!” I look at the time and it's almost eight, the Christmas event started at six, I wanted to be early so I would hide in an empty class while everyone arrived so they wouldn't see me. I run outside and catch a cab, when I tell him where I'm going, he gives me a long stare before driving off, they all do that. I arrive at school and it's completely empty outside. Limousines and G-wagons and all the other cars I could not recognise lined the outside. The sight is beautiful. “You're late.” I look up to see Mr Wesley frowning at me. He's tall and thin in a way that makes him look like he could beat Usain Bolt in a race. I clear my throat and greet him but he's not smiling. “I’m sorry, there was traffic.” The look that crosses his eyes is of total disgust and for a moment, I feel like my skin is covered in dirt. I walk past him and hear him mutter something under his breath. He's my principal and I would get my life ruined if I even shoot him an offended glance, so I raise my head, straighten up my shoulders and walk into the event hall. A red carpet lines from the door to the stage. The smell of perfume and something very similar to money fills my lungs as I enter. There is an orchestra playing and everyone is quiet. I take a seat in the back and look around, I spot the triplets sitting in the front row, all three of them are focused on the orchestra playing. Of course, they must have been forced to do these things since they were kids. “ppssst, look at what Amelia is wearing.” I turn to the direction of the voice and find a group of girls staring at me, they giggle and turn away when my eyes find them. I look down at my dress and all of a sudden, I feel sick. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom.