Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bonded to Her Triple Alphas: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

22 Kaya’s POV. With each passing second that we root deeper into the depths of the alley, my stomach is filled with blue butterflies. Melissa and I are grabbing each other’s hands; the aura of delight is obvious in our connection. When we are finally out of here, I’m sure I won’t be able to thank her enough. She really did give me a chance. She saved me from an eternity of pain. She didn’t have to, but she did, risking everything—risking her life. My jaw drops to the ground metaphorically at the sight before when we arrive at the end of the alley—it’s the woods. Oh, my... I cannot believe this. I’m actually inside the woods. I turn to my back to see the alley, now seeing that it’s a canal that leads into the woods. But I am amazed at how the gate is opened, not chained close. Our

24 Kaya’s POV. I thought wrong. It isn’t the end. They slide my legs off of the bed and position my face tight against the bed before Kade thrusts back inside, wrecking my hole even more. I’m panting hard and trying to hit him to slow down, give me a breathing space, but then he grabs my hands and locks them at my back only so he can puncture my core once again. It still doesn’t stop there. He wriggles his cock around my entrance before Kyle finally digs inside, widening me up like a balloon filled with an abrupt blow of air. My eyes roll to the back of my head as salty perspiration fills my forehead like a bead. The intimacy continues with ragged breathing from the brothers. I’m more than sore, having surrended myself wholly. I’m in between pleasure and pain once again. Suddenly, a wave starts gathering inside my cunt, tightening it more around Kyle’s dick. I can feel my walls aiming to crush, and he groans at it too. Then I feel something warm inside me, shooting inside—his s

26 3RD POV. The air whistles in the distance, and the middle of the woods is so dark that a normal eye would have seen nothing. Everything about the scenery subjects eerieness; however, in it lurk dangerous forces like the triplets. In the middle stands Kade, staring ahead at the broken branch. His patience remains stagnant and unwavering, awaiting what’s to be expected. His jaw twitches, a stern look fixated on his face. His brothers faces aren’t any different. They look serious and stoic. Even the nature around them dwells in the aura they seep into, a shallow that commands every will. Their eyes picked up on a sound all of a sudden, causing Kyle to tick his face towards all distances. With their minds linked together, he did not have to call the attention of his brothers before they felt what he had felt as well.&nb

28 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 i

30 Kaya’s POV. How long has it been since I’ve been locked in this cell? I have no idea. All through last night, I was barging at the door, wishing that anyone would come, but no one did. They don’t care about me, which is understandable at this point, but is it necessary that they also starve me? I mean, I have come to the conclusion that the triplets won’t kill me, but feed me at least. Presently, I sit on the cold floor, inhaling the stench of this trench. The nasty smell and quiescent nature are now normal to me, and being here for a while has cramped my limbs to the point that I don’t feel them anymore. The linings in my stomach wrench from time to time, growling for food. My hair is stuck to my face, and I don’t even have the energy to pick it behind my ears. I feel chaffy, a good-for-nothing, created by mistake and forgotten by my own creator. In the course of this effect, I can barely still feel the pains around my broken skin, my mind shattered and broken at last by