Bonded To Her Triple Alphas

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Kaya’s POV.

I have a black towel in my hands, which are shaking right now. I can’t even breathe well. It’s morning, and the light from the sun is radiating into the room, supposedly bringing me warmth, but all I feel inside me is a chill.

I’m shivering, not from sickness but from a grasp of fear. It holds me like it’s some second personality, and I can’t help it.

“I need to wash more. I need to wash more.” I’ve been whispering this to myself, or more like muttering the words to myself.

As much as my skin is irritated, I have washed myself off of the scent of the triplet sweats and all of the sex.

The icy sensation overwhelms me again, intoxicating my mind with bad thoughts, and I run back inside the shower. I am naked anyway, so I just walk under the sprinkling, warm water.

I wash it again and place my hand at the entrance of my core again, wincing at the sharp sting there from the cuts of those bastards dicks, but wash it again anyway. Then, I wash my neck area, which has lessened it in terms of how painful it used to be.

My eyes flare as a thought lands in my mind all of a sudden.

I grab hold of myself before I fall to the floor of the bathroom.

Oh, no. It’s not just the smell of the triplets bodies on mine. I have been marked by them, and that’s bullocks; I’m not getting out of this.

I run back outside with water dripping off of my body before I wrap the towel around my skin. I didn’t waste time sitting in front of the mirror and checking out my reflection.

“Shit!” I can’t hide the mark.

I can’t. It’s a three-fucking bite that has almost healed to look like a tattoo. It’s a claim, after all, so there’s no way it can be hidden with clothes. That aside, I am surprised at how even older wounds haven’t healed, but these darned bites are almost.

A few minutes later, I change into all-covering clothes that I found in the closet. I have no idea if I’m supposed to wear them, but well, they should expect me to put on something.

I mean, either way, I get punished. A sadistic smile creeps up my face. “Kaya...” I mutter my own name under my breath.

Really, to be honest, it’s as though I’m starting to get used to everything. I can only assume what’s going to happen in my life. At the moment, I know the moment I leave here, the sex slaves will come for me, so I’ll just stay in here till whenever the triplets call for me or maybe the guard, which I hope not.

A few hours later, I’m still inside the room, sitting at the edge of the bed. My stomach growls from within, and my hands hold onto it tightly outwardly.

“Shit...” I spill when it growls again. I’m hungry, but there’s nothing I can do.

Sighing deeply and standing up to go and drink some water from the bathroom, the door snaps open, and Carla, Alana, and the girl from last night draft themselves into the room.

My eyes grow wide, and trust me, I know what is to happen, just not exactly how.

Quickly, my head lowers to the ground, my jaw tightening to prepare myself for any smacking on the face.

“See who has decided to lock herself in?” They speak and look down at their claws, which are just reprimanding their well-manicured porcelain nails.

I have no idea what to say, so I keep quiet.

“Well, we heard the news last night. Lyra may have seen this supposedly innocent, young, weak girl gracefully enslaving herself to three dicks like damn.” Is that Alana speaking? I’m not exactly sure.