Mated To The Triplet Alphas

Dirty desires

SHAM’S POV

I feel something is wrong, my natural instinct to protect myself and fight is slowly getting stronger every passing minute, adding to the tension. The party is loud and everyone is dancing with their partners, everything seems nice.

I look up at the open ceiling to gaze at the moon when I feel someone tap my shoulder. It is Caiden.

He runs his hands through his hair, his ruby rings shines as it catches the silver light streaming from above. He has a troubled look on his face.

“What?”

He winces as if he is in physical pain.

“I can't feel Axel.”

“Huh?.”

“I can't feel my wolf. It's not like he's silent or snubby, he's just not there.”

I try to feel for Tarz, my wolf and it is like trying to catch something that isn't there. The feeling of loss in me is almost crushing but then a certain scent started to calm me down.

It smells like… Heaven.

I look up to see that Caiden’s eyes has widened and we are basically thinking the same thing.

Mate?

We were about to turn eighteen in a few months, it's a normal occurrence to find our mates before we were fully eighteen.

I have been waiting for this moment all my life, I didn't think my mate was someone in this school. So, we've been walking past each other for years?

Tyran almost bumps into Caiden, his breathing is fast and short, I've never seen him panting so hard, not even after hours of training.

“Guys, do you hear that?.”

“Hear what?”

Just then I hear it, a majestic howl.

I look around, searching for reactions from everyone else but there is none.

“Mate.” Tarz whispered.

“Where were you?.” I ask him but there is no answer, he's just sizzling with energy and that energy is being passed down to me.

I look over at Tyran, he is the most senior of the three of us and he basically always has answers. Something like this has never happened to me before. Tyran is staring at something in the distance… He is staring at someone.

I look over to see who he is staring at and all of a sudden, I feel a click. Like my heart fits itself like a puzzle and it's no longer scattered. Of course it was her, she's been haunting my dreams for years. Amelia.

“Mate.” my wolf barked and jumped, the impact pushes me forward one step but the next step I take is of my own will.

Her, she's my mate...

I feel someone grab my arm and when I turn around, Tyran is staring at me with a raised brow.

“what are you doing?.” he asks me, his voice is low in a way that tells me he is trying to control his anger, he is holding me so tight his diamond rings are cutting into my flesh.

“She's my mate.” I tell him, watching his reaction. Dear moon goddess, I knew that the possibility of the three of us having one person as our mate was very high but I don't want to share.

I start to feel more angry as the thought of sharing her burns itself in my mind, then out of the corner of my eyes, I see Caiden going towards her and I hold him back.

Call me selfish but I don't want him to be the one to talk to her first and Caiden looks like he's about to put a hole in my chest with his fist.

“See why we shouldn't have one mate?” Tyran asks no one in particular. There is a pained expression on his face as he releases my hand.

The three most powerful Alphas alive sharing one mate, what's the worst that could happen? I turn to Caiden and I release his hand

“We’ve got to come up with a plan so we don't scare our mate off.” I say.

“Do you think she knows?” Caiden asks and we all turned to see her staring at us. We'll have to find out.

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AMELIA'S POV

I refrain from splashing water on my face even when I know it might help with the nausea. I don't want to ruin my makeup. Not when I spent so much money from my salary on it.

My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket, it's Rick, my boss.

I pick up the call and his grumbling voices comes on but he's not talking to me, he's yelling at someone in the background.

"Hello."

"Amelia, where the fvck are you!" He yells so loud I have to pull the phone from my ear.

"I'm at the Christmas ball at my school."

"You didn't tell me about no christmas party."

"I took a day off from my holiday. I though Sandra was supposed to be working today."

"Well she's not here, get your ass in here right now!."

"I can't... I, I have three free days and I'm..."

"b.itch are you arguing with me. I gave you a job and you choose to act so ungrateful. If you're not here in a few minutes, consider yourself fired."

The line went dead and I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. He knows I have no other option than to be there and I know I cannot afford to lose that job. I call Sandra and ask her to pick me up, she agrees.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror until I can't look myself in the eye any more. I should not be ashamed of myself, but I am.

I go back to the venue and it looks as if someone flipped a switch. There is loud hip hop music playing, all the chairs has been taken away and everyone is drinking and dancing.

How long have I been in the bathroom? I look up at the glass ceiling and the moon is full. I hear a loud howl, it's captivating and dominating but maybe it's just in my head because no one reacts.

I feel a sense of unease and my gut is telling me to leave. I move towards the bar and ask for a drink, are we even allowed to drink?

I grab the glass from the bartender and I drink the entire thing at once. He gives me a look but he doesn't say anything. I'm used to drinking, I work as a waitress in a shabby bar, most times I drink to ease the soreness from my ankles and feet.

“This isn't the real deal.” I say to the bartender

“How old are you, like sixteen?”

“Seventeen!.”

“Exactly.”

“Hand me another.”

He takes a long look at me, probably wondering what would happen if he disobeys a rich kid. Good thing I have him fooled.

He pours me another cup and I down it entirely. Still the feeling doesn’t leave me, it only intensifies as I feel eyes crawl over my skin

It's getting hot in here.

“Pour me another, please.”

The bartender begins to shake his head but I hit him with my puppy dog eye.

“The limit is two cups.”

“I can handle it.”

“Have some grape juice instead, it tastes just like red wine.”

I watch him pour the red content into my cup and I walk to the corner. I take a small sip and I look up to find Tyran watching me, like his eyes are on me... Me!.

Those eyes are Intense and Dark.

My heart catches in my throat and the cup slips from my fingers but I catch it before it hits the ground. When I look up again, Tyran is gone and I'm starting to think that I just hallucinated him.

Something is not right.

I try to call the attention of my wolf but she feels distant, she never feels distant, she's always bickering and whining but never distant.

I take a step forward and the crowd parts as Caiden steps into view, beside him is Sham and Tyran and they are all staring at me and speaking amongst themselves .

I take a step back as I begin to feel everything all at once, blood is running through my veins, the small amount of alcohol in the drinks is beginning to heat me up but nothing prepares me for the moment they start to approach.

Have I done something wrong? Is there a way they read my mind and found out I've been touching myself while moaning their names? Have I been caught?

The first thought that comes to my mind is ‘escape’ but as I try to run, they circle me.

Caiden is on my left, Tyran on my right while Sham is standing in front of me.

“She smells good.” Tyran whispers, pulling stands of my hair and sniffing it.

Caiden leans in and buries his face in my neck, a spasm goes through my pvssy as his tongue slides over my neck.

“She tastes good too.” He whispers against my neck.

My senses are registering the way they smell like wood and the ocean and smoke. My body is registering the feeling of their hard chest as they press into me… It’s not like it is in my imagination.

Dear Moon goddess no, my fantasies are nothing compared to the way they actually feel.

“what the f**k… ge-get away from me.”

I think it's a prank, I know it's got to be some kind of game.

I try to push them away, Tyran grabs my wrist and places my fingers on his soft cherry lips, wide eyed, I watch him roll his tongue over the tip of my index finger…

I clench my thighs and pretend I don't feel my pvssy watering.

I yank my hand away and turn to Sham.

“Get out of my way.” I say with all the courage in me but the bastard smiles at me.

“So adorable.” He whispers before pushing me onto the wall, he presses his body on me so I don't escape, there is a hard bulge pressing against my stomach and I know what it is.

I can feel his co.ck on me. It is pressing against my belly and it's big…bigger than what my mind could imagine.

“wh-what is going on here?.”

I can recognise Mr Wesley’s voice but if the triplets heard it, they didn't show.

What the hell is happening?!

The music has stopped and everyone is watching, all eyes are on us. I can see the confusion in their eyes too, some are snickering because they must know this is a prank, others are just shocked out of their senses.

“Master Sham, I apologise… But I would have to ask you to step away from the girl. Erm, the protocol here is that there should be at least a small distance between the bodies of students that are erm… Dancing.”

Sham rubs his hand over my bottom lip, his emerald green eyes are filled with an emotion I cannot read.

“Mr Wesley, does this look like dancing to you?” His voice is laced with desire as he speaks without looking away from me.

I swallow hard.

“Er… N-no.”

“Good.” Caiden says and Mr Wesley turns away and claps his hands, the music comes on but nobody is dancing, it makes it more awkward.

“Whatever this is, please stop.” My voice is shaky now because I'm scared.

Fear is leaking from my body like blood out of a fresh cut. A prey knows a predator when it sees one.