Mated To The Alpha Triplets (SPICY)

Chapter 11

CASSIE’S POV

The front window - the one my mother used to set her potted plant on -came inward in a shower of glass, and through it came the first of the Leviathan brothers.

I sighed in rdarrenef. Thank the moon goddess.

Bastian hit the ground in a low crouch. His dark hair fell across his face. His eyes were already locked on the nearest man with an expression I had never seen before from him. At the mansion he had been composed. He was nice, even. There was none of that now.

His eyes were blazing - not the warm amber brown I had noticed earlier but something darker. His eyes turned total gold. That was the colour Lycans’ eyes turned to when their Lycans took over. The aura that rolled off him was so thick and so heavy that even in my broken state I felt it press against my body like a wave.

The second brother - Casien - came through the door before the first man could react to Bastian. He moved fast. With inhumane speed, he crossed the room fast. I didn’t see him move at all. All I saw was a blurry flash. The man nearest to him turned and raised his blade. Casien caught the man's wrist, twisted, and the sound that followed made me look away.

Casien stabbed him straight in the heart. He stood still, even as the man gurgled blood. He watched him, like the action cost him nothing at all.

The third brother, Darren, was last through the door. He paused for exactly one second. His eyes scanned the room then they stopped on me. Something moved across his face, just for a moment. Then it hardened into something cold. He turned towards the remaining men.

What happened next was not a fight in any sense I had seen before. The masked men were trained. They were killers. Against Smalls, who was a formidable wolf in his own right, they had been winning. But against three lycan princes in full rage they were simply outmatched in every way.

Bastian took the nearest man and put him through the wall - through the actual wall, plaster and all - with a single throw.

Casien moved through the room so fast his outline blurred at the edges, and everywhere he stopped someone went down. He stabbed the men over and over again. He moved through them at inhumane speed, stabbing them one after the other.

Darren fought last. He was the coldest out of the three. He fought with strategy. He used his claws to s***h their chests one by one.

It was over in less than thirty seconds.

The room went quiet.

The three brothers stood in the wreckage of our small home, breathing hard. Their eyes still burned gold. Bastian's knuckles were split. Casien had a cut across his cheekbone he didn't seem to notice. Darren was looking at the blade that had been meant for me, still on the floor where it had fallen, and his jaw was so tight it looked like it might c***k.

Smalls lowered himself against the wall slowly, pressing his hand to his side.

I tried to sit up one more time and managed it - barely, propped on one shaking arm. I felt my hair matted against my wet face. Bastian saw me and walked to me, dropping to his knees in front of me.

Up close his eyes were still glowing. The gold hadn’t quite faded yet. He stared at me so intensely that my heart rate increased.

"Where are you hurt?" he asked gently.

His voice was so gentle that it surprised me. He looked at me with concern, like he and his brothers hadn’t just killed three men like it cost them nothing.

"Everywhere," I said honestly.

He looked me over - my swollen eye, my split lip, the way I was holding my ribs - and the gold in his eyes flared once more before he got it under control. He looked up at the downed men around us and the expression on his face was something I didn't have words for.

"You're safe now," he said, turning back to me. "I promise you, you are safe."

I looked past him at my mother's body, still on the floor, still stretched out with her arm reaching for a door she never reached. The warmth that had been in her skin when I first arrived had started to leave. I could feel it even from here.

The sight of her made tears burn my eyes.

"She's not," I said softly. "She's not breathing"

Bastian followed my gaze. He didn't say anything for a moment. Then he placed his hand very carefully over mine where it rested against the floor, and he just stayed there. He didn't try to fill the silence with words that wouldn't help. He just stayed.

That was the last thing I was aware of before the edges of my vision folded in. The pain in my ribs was too much, the grief was too much, everything was too much all at once, and my body shut down.

I felt myself tipping sideways.

I felt a pair of arms catch me before I hit the floor.

And then there was nothing.