ログインINKA'S POV Lunch is pure torture. The three of them appear at my table like they’ve been tracking my scent. Hunter drops beside me, immediately sliding his hand under the table to grip my thigh. “Missed you,” he says, voice rough. “Tell me you missed us too.” “I was only gone for two periods,” I laugh softly, but my voice wavers as his fingers trace higher. “Too long,” Zane says, claiming my other side, thigh pressed flush against mine. “How was chemistry? Did you think about us?” “Constantly,” I admit, cheeks burning. “It’s hard to focus when I can still feel your hands on me.” Seth leans across the table, eyes soft and hungry. “You look so pretty when you blush like that. Makes me want to kiss every inch of that flush.” Zane unzips my lunch bag. “Did you eat breakfast properly?” “You watched me,” I tease. “All of it?” His gaze drops to my mouth. “Be honest, Inka.” “Most…” “She barely touched the eggs,” Seth adds quietly, concern lacing his tone. “You said you weren’t hun
INKA'S POVShowing up to school with three devastatingly hot Alphas who refuse to let you out of arm’s reach is one thing.Having them touch you like they’re publicly claiming every inch of you is something else entirely.I’d begged for the bus this morning.Hunter had smirked and said, “Cute. But no. You’re riding with us.”Zane had simply growled one low, “No,” his voice rough enough to make my stomach tighten.Seth had hovered by the door, eyes soft but determined. “Please, Inka? Let us take care of you today. I… I need to know you’re safe.”How could I say no to that?Now I’m sliding out of their matte-black SUV. Hunter’s large palm slides down my back and settles possessively just above the curve of my ass, fingers pressing in firmly.“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. “You look fucking edible in that uniform. Trying to kill us?”I shiver. “Hunter… everyone’s looking.”“Let them look,” he replies, voice low and wicked. “They need to know who you belong to.”Zane shou
INKA'S POV In the kitchen Zane set a perfect espresso in front of me. “Temperature is just right.” Hunter slid a plate of tiramisu over. “Try.” I took a slow bite. Rich. Decadent. Sinful. “Amazing.” Hunter’s eyes flared. “Yes?” “Really amazing.” “I make good tiramisu too,” Seth said quietly. “I could” “Good,” Hunter said, leaning across the island until his lips were inches from mine. “Because I want to feed you like this every night. I want to watch your tongue wrap around every bite I give you.” My thighs squeezed together. Zane sat beside me, hand finding mine. “We are going to spend our lives proving you are everything.” Seth stepped closer. “Please. Five minutes” “No,” I said. Calm. Final. Seth stumbled back. “You heard her,” Hunter said, voice lethal. “She said no,” Zane added, colder. Seth’s face crumpled. “I was wrong” “Wrong does not erase what you did,” I said softly. Our eyes met. Through the bond it crashed over me again: regret so d
Downstairs smelled insane. Three different kinds of pasta. Fresh bread still warm from the oven. Garlic and herbs and tomatoes. And tiramisu sitting on the counter that looked almost illegal. "You made all this?" I stared at the spread covering the dining table. Hunter pulled out a chair. "Sit." "That's not an answer." "Sit," he repeated. Softer this time. "Please." I sat. Zane took the seat beside me. Hunter disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. "Drink." Not a request. I drank. Both of them watched my throat work with every swallow. "Good girl," Hunter murmured. The praise hit me like a physical touch. Heat spread between my thighs. Seth appeared in the doorway. He looked wrecked. "Inka, I..." "Can you pass the bread?" I asked Hunter brightly. Seth's face crumpled. He sat down anyway. At the far end of the table. Hunter started loading my plate. Way too much food. "That's excessive..." "You need your strength back." Hi
INKA'S POV Dr. Martinez let me go after two days. The triplets were waiting in the hallway. Hunter moved first. He always did. His fingers slid into my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear. Then his thumb traced my jaw, slow and deliberate, before dragging across my bottom lip. "Hey," he said. Just that. But the way he looked at me... made my stomach flip. Zane took my bag before I could protest. "You're not carrying anything." "It's literally just..." "I've got it." His hand settled on my lower back, fingers spreading wide. Possessive. "Let us take care of you, Inka." Meanwhile Seth stood by the window. He looked like he hadn't slept. Our eyes met for half a second before I looked away. Not today, Seth. I'm still too angry. *** The car ride started quiet. I sat in the back between Zane and Seth. Hunter drove, but his eyes kept finding mine in the rearview mirror. Not checking traffic. Checking me. My mouth. My throat. The way my thin shirt clung after two days in a hospi
INKA'S POVI was floating in nothingness.Not in water. Not in air. Just suspended in empty space that felt neither cold nor warm.The darkness didn't scare me. It was quiet here. Peaceful. Like being wrapped in the world's heaviest blanket that somehow had no weight at all.Maybe this was what dying felt like.I should probably panic. But I was too tired. Tired of running, of being the walking disaster everyone blamed, of hearing "curse" every time someone looked at me.Maybe Seth was right. Maybe everyone would be better off if I just disappeared."Child."The voice rolled in from everywhere at once.Golden light bloomed in the darkness. Not harsh. Warm. A woman stepped out of the light.No...she was the light itself.I recognized her somehow. Not from photographs or stories Dad refused to tell. From somewhere deeper. "I am Elara," she said as she stopped directly in front of me. "Your mother's grandmother. Elena carried our blood with such grace, such strength. She passed it to yo







