The Cursed Triplet Alphas' Fated Mate-Chapter 25: Trapped

Damon

I watched as a flush slowly rose up our mate’s throat and over her face. Angelo still had her face tilted up, and her eyes were blown so wide, it was clear that she never expected that. Angelo was an enigma, he could be playing around right now but in the next moment, he could change into the most menacing person you’ve ever come across.

After all, he’s not the most feared amongst the three of us for nothing.

"Do you understand?" He continued, his lips still pressed against our mate’s ear.

Sue’s throat moved as she swallowed. My eyes dragged over the long curve of that delectable looking throat, and to the curve where I’d like to sink my teeth into. How would her skin taste? Like milk? She looked as pale as snow, so it’s safe to imagine she might taste like milk.

I shook my head and tried to shove those thoughts away from my head, while asking myself why I was thinking about such ridiculous thoughts. But it was harder to not think about that again, especially after thinking about it once, and because her throat was so close to my face right now, and a urge within me was pushing me to lean forward and bury my face In that exposed curve, or to reach with my second hand to wrap my hand around that throat.

This time, I was helped out from my thoughts by Landon’s voice, which pierced through the haze around my mind.

"Use your word, mate,"

"I- I don’t..." Sue began to speak, but she ended up trailing off to let out a stuttered breath when the grip in her hair clearly tightened.

"You’ll not let another kiss you or put their hands on you again. Do you understand?" Landon continued as he stepped this time, then he did what I had been thinking of doing for the past few minutes.

He wrapped his long fingers around her throat.

Sue let out a small breath and I noticed the moment her eyes fluttered a little. Because I was holding her so closely against my chest, I noticed the moment she trembled.

That made my brain short circuit a little as I tried to figure out what that meant.

"I- understand." She finally whispered and something that had been raving within me finally calmed down. That instantly made me frown as I tried to figure out what that meant, because I definitely don’t care if she chose to kiss or let anyone touch her! I don’t even care about her, like— she’s not my type to begin with.

So, that reaction of mind made no sense to me.

"You’ll keep that in mind on moving forward, yes?" Angelo breathed out this time and I watched the way her throat moved as she swallowed again. The sight was just so damn mesmerizing.

"Yes." She whispered in response.

"Good girl." Angelo murmured against her ear, and this time, the tremble that moved through her body was harder than the previous one.

Her scent thickened in the air for a moment as well, and at the same time, I exchanged a look with my brothers.

In the next moment, Angelo was loosening his hold in her hair and stepping away from her, and at the same time, Landon was dropping his hand from her throat and stepping back as well.

I didn’t loosen my hold around her wrist. For some reason, I didn’t want to. Was this my wolf’s doing? Because this kind of reaction made no sense to me.

After that moment, I had to physically force myself to let go of her wrist, then I turned away from her and dragged in a deep breath, while trying to gather my thoughts together.

Sue was breathing hard when I turned back around. Her perfectly made up hair had loosen and now framed her face in such a messy way, looking like bed hair after a wild night. She had a hard glare across her face as she tried to steady her breathing, then she pointed a hand between the three of us.

"Why would you- I— why..."

She ended up trailing off, clearly struggling to come up with something to say.

"Why would you touch me like that?! Pulling my hair? Grabbing my throat? Are you crazy?" She screeched, her chest heaving as she breathed hard. My eyes dropped to the cleavage of her dress, her tits looked so pale and delectable under the moonlight.

How would her nipple look? Brown like chocolate chips? Or pink like pale roses?

"Because you crossed a line." Landon responded as he shrugged while pocketing his hands.

"What? What line? What fucking—"

"The line between mates. You crossed it. We let you mouth off at us to your satisfaction, but there is a limit. You can’t tell us you’ll let some fool kiss you just because you want to." Angelo pointed out this time and as expected, our mate bristled, her hands clenched from anger at her sides.

"But I..." she began but I cut her off.

"That’s enough."

She swallowed the rest of her words, but the glare she leveled me with was definitely strong enough to kill a lesser man.

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On the ride back to the palace, she sat between my two brothers in the limousine we rode back in, while I sat across them, unable to take my eyes of our mate before I let my eyes fall close for my own sanity- because each bounce of the car was making her tits bounce up, and that was fucking up with my brains.

After pulling up at the palace, I told our mate to retire to her bedroom, while my brothers and I made our way over to our father’s wing, knowing he must be there waiting for us.

"What was that at the ball, father?" I demanded as we stepped into the throne room where he was waiting in as expected.

"It is as it is, son." He responded.

"Bullshit." Landon snapped. "You couldn’t ask for our opinions first?"

Our father sighed before sipping his wine.

"I thought it was a known fact. Aren’t you all aware? You’ll be thirty in about a week, no? Once you clock thirty and are yet to get on the throne, it would automatically get given to your cousin, Hugo." He revealed and I staggered from shock because I had truly forgotten about that.

I exchanged quick glances with my brothers, and they’re clearly as shocked as I am. They’ve all forgotten about that as well.

Fucking hell. How the hell did we collectively forget about something tbis important?

"But... we still can’t get married and mated to our betrothed!" Angelo bit out through clenched teeth and our father sighed before leisurely leaning forward.

"You all know I have no power to change the rules that have existed for centuries. Since you’ve not found your fated mate, you must get married to your betrothed brides before your 30th birthday. and you know I’ll never approve another woman. It’s either your fated mate or the ones you’ve been betrothed to. If you still refuse to do a thing before a week, you can kiss your throne goodbye to your cousin, Hugo."

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