Semua Bab Forbidden entanglement; Torn between the triplet Alphas.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

(ANNALISE'S POV)The next day, I woke up to find Landon still asleep, his arms wrapped securely around me. A soft smile played on my lips as I watched his handsome features, the morning light that was beginning to stream in from the gaps in the window, casting gentle shadows across his face. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, a stark contrast to the tense and jealous man from the night before. Carefully, I unwrapped his hand from my waist, mindful not to disturb him, And slipped out of bed. The need to empty my bladder was pressing, so I quietly made my way to the ensuite bathroom.Relief flooded my system as I finished, and I lingered a little, splashing cold water on my face to fully wake myself. Back in the bedroom, Landon was still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling in a pattern. I walked to the table and grabbed my phone, the urge to check for updates tugging at me. I wanted to know if there was any news from the hospital about my mother, and also to see if anything wa

(LUCAS'S POV)The whistle blew, cutting through the intense practice going on the field. My lungs were burning, but the familiar thrill of incoming victory kept me going. The intercollege tournament was coming up fast, and the energy on the field was at its peak. Cheers came from the sidelines, a blend of excited teammates and fans. I even spotted Miranda in the crowd, her eyes glued to me, trying to appear supportive but with that possessive vibe she always had.We had a tie, a tight 2–1, the sophomores putting up a tough fight. Just as I was about to return to the game having recovered my breath, the cheers suddenly died down. Everyone was dispersing and gathering in groups as they fixated on their phones, a weird, silent focus taking over. They were all staring at their screens, looking engrossed and murmuring. It was like something big was happening in their phones.“What's up?” I asked Ben, our midfielder, as he fumbled the ball, his eyes shifting towards the crowd, looking cu

(LUCAS'S POV)As we drove to the hospital, I couldn't help but steal intermittent glances at Annalise. She was fucking cute, in an innocent way, and the fact that she was oblivious to that, made it even more attractive. My eyes trailed down her face, and lingered a little on her lips. The upper part always reminds me of a cupid’s bow. All this while, she kept her eyes fixed outside the car's window, or was pretending to, so she wouldn't make eye contact with me. Sighing, I tore my gaze from her face, before I did something crazy. That was how much power she was beginning to wield over me.But just as I returned my eyes to the road, a car coming from my right suddenly made a wild swerve and stopped in front of me, blocking my path. I quickly stepped on the brakes pedal to avoid a collision, swearing under my breath as I brought the car to a halt just inches away from the other car.I wanted to rush out and confront the reckless bastard behind those wheels when my eyes took in the car

ANNALISE’S POVI looked at him, my eyes seemingly held in place by invisible threads spinning out from his. Something about the swirling green ocean in his eyes kept me from speaking immediately—almost like I was under a spell. It didn’t help in the slightest bit that the warmth of his soft palms against my skin felt like ice masks on a particularly hot summer day. If he was casting a spell on me, it had to be flowing through his hands.Then, almost immediately—like a switch being flicked, I snapped out of my trance, squeezed my eyes shut for a heartbeat or two before snapping them open and gently but firmly pushed against his chest to create some distance between us.“No,” I finally managed to answer, my voice firm, too firm. I paused afterward to quiz myself. Did I really mean the word I’d just voiced out so easily.I saw the mild uncertainty in his eyes, fleeting and almost non-existent, like a forbidden expression unfit for a creature of his cadre.His hands were still holding my

ANNALISE’S POV“Logan?” I whispered in surprise.“What was that?” Derrick mocked behind me. “Is that Greek for ‘I am a stupid, thieving, whore?”His cohorts around him burst into laughter, followed by the army of supporters Miranda had amassed in the course of her crusade against my dignity.I remained still, breathless, transfixed—any other adjective worthy of describing the feeling of being rooted to a spot like an ancient Greek statue telling a suspense-filled story. He moved through the bodies like an incoming storm, his eyes dancing between their natural color and an ethereal golden color which he flashed at anyone who made the mistake of challenging him. Logan—the last person I expected to see. I wanted to imagine he’d come to watch the show as well, especially given the coldness I’d been getting from him. But the rapidly parting walls of bodies either jumping out of his way or falling down from his push, seemed to say otherwise. Why was he here?“This is what you get for cross