Semua Bab Claimed By My Triplet Alpha Stepsons: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lucy's POV As if having to watch my people get treated like shit wasn't enough, Ahmad put me in charge of the interrogations. Now, I had a front-row seat to how it would proceed, and the thought of it already made me a little sick.The interrogations were scheduled to hold indoors in one of the rooms within the pack house barely used to limit leakage of information, and to ensure that if anyone happneot slip up, they would be taken care of swiftly without causing harm to other people.Apprehension boiled within me. I really wanted to hope that the attacker wasn't anyone from our pack, but what if it was? It would give members of Monngrowl pack have another reason to treat us poorly. I had been shielded by the little authority I had when Daven was still alive, but with him gone, no one saw the need to keep up with some of his rules, especially respect—and his sons weren't making things any easier.That morning, I put on my thickest skin. The enslaved Bloodbath members weren't going to

Lucy's POVMy feet moved of their own accord once I saw that he wasn't going to be able to evade the arrow on time. And I didn't know what the assailant was using that made them difficult to detect, but like last time, no one took notice of them until it was too late.I shoved Shaun forward, pushing him out of the way, but this put me where he had been standing, and before I could swiftly dodge, the arrow found its mark in the flesh of my shoulder. Wild, hot pain zipped through my brain, consuming my every thought. My legs wobbled underneath me, before crumbling like ruined ash and bringing me to my knees. A loud sound kept pouring into my ears over and over again. It was my screaming. The last thing that crossed my mind before the darkness was the thought of how a normal arrow shouldn't have hurt so much. —“ . . . Losing blood.”“ . . . Arrow was poisoned.”“Wolfsbane?”“They got away again, damn it!”Voices flowed in and around me, and like hands, pulled me back to the surface.

Lucy's POV“How is that even possible?” I said to myself after managing to free myself from their grasp. My breaths came out in rushed bursts, but I didn't feel tired at all. I felt invigorated and full of buzzing energy.Scott had called me their mate, but never in my life had I heard of one person having three mates at the same time.“I suspected it too from the scent you had. It was different . . . maddening,” said Seth, running his hand though his hair and unintentionally flexing the muscles of his arm and shoulders. I looked at all three of the fully. They were identical, but each with their own significant quirks that made them completely different. Seth with his long hair and calm, friendly demeanour. Scott with hair chopped so low that the angles of his face were much sharper and severe. Shaun with his hair that had been shaved by the sides, leaving only the portion at the middle growing. They all possessed green eyes, and the same leanly muscled body type, but nothing about

Lucy’s POVI returned to my room with little effort, taking off my shoes even before crossing the doorway fully. So much rage bubbled deep in my chest that it took a lot of effort to breathe normally and without obstruction. Damn them. Damn them all to hell. Bastards. My list of mental curses went far and wide to limits that even surprised me.I took off my earrings and bracelets, and every other piece of jewellery that had been attached to my body. Everything seemed to overstimulate me, and made matters worse.I walked across the room, trying to take off my gown when I noticed that I hadn't heard or seen Tessa.“Tessa?” I called out, in case she was simply in the bathroom. No one answered. “Tessa?” I called again.No answer.Apprehension started to grow within me like a wild plant. “Tessa, are you there?” I searched the bathroom, but no one was there. No one was in the room with me.Where could she have gone? She wasn't the type to wander off. She loved to sit on the bed going throu

Shaun’s POV Returning to Lucy's room, the first thing that stood out to me was how thick the tension in the air was. It was thick enough to choke on. The scent of her lingered in the air still, as though it was mocking us of the time we were wasting by not immediately going after her. But no matter what we did, it wasn’t enough to ease the frustration growing in my chest. My brothers, Seth and Scott, were already going through her things, their movements sharp and frantic. Anyone looking at us from the outside would think that something was burning and we were trying to pack all our things and escape. They wouldn't be able to see what was happening on the inside of each of us: the fear that something was going to happen to a woman who was connected to us in more ways that we could have ever imagined. Tessa also moved around the room, under the bed, and other places where she felt that she could find something belonging to Lucy that we could use to track her down.Something caugh