Semua Bab CLAIMED BY THE SAVAGE TRIPLET ALPHAS: Bab 11 - Bab 20

IRYN'S POVThe silence right now feels louder than Fenric’s yelling from earlier.It's practically humming in my ears even now, hours later, long after he stormed out and long after Orien left the room like he had messed up big time.So I'm alone, again, and I hate it.I'm sitting on the edge of the bed with my fingers still trembling and clenching the silk bed sheets.My lips are sore, still tingling from the kiss that I hadn’t meant to start. Goddess, I hadn’t even realized I was kissing Orien until it was too late, until the warmth of him wrapped around the ache I was feeling and I felt safe for just a second.... A second that Fenric witnessed, and that second ruined... today.“I didn’t mean to hurt him,” I whisper into the empty room. “I didn’t… I just…”I trail off.... I don’t know what I just did.Blinking hurriedly, I press the heel of my palms into my eyes, trying to push back the tears. I don't want to cry, I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of feeling pulled in every direct

FENRIC'S POV My boots echo down the corridor as I return to the quarters rather reluctantly and full of regret. I can still taste the blood in my mouth, feeling the metallic taste remind me of the rogue I tore to pieces just silence my own scream that's even now still rising in my throat.However nothing quiets the storm inside me.My fists are raw, my mind’s a pit of disaster, and I left her.I left her Iryn, my Omega and my mate alone.My shame burns through me at the thought, even hotter than the rage I'm feeling as I push open the door to our shared quarters. She's sitting curled up on the window bench with her legs tucked beneath her and the moonlight spilling over her pale skin. Her arms are wrapped around herself, but her head turns when she hears me.She doesn’t say anything when she looks at me, and neither do I.We stay like that for a beat or two, then I close the door behind me and say the only thing I know I should say but doesn’t come easy to me."I'm sorry."Her eye

IRYN'S POV It's only been a few minutes since I went through a magic spell casting checkup.They said it was for 'routine' reasons, but I've never heard of a she- wolf having to go through that after meeting her mates.... So why did I have to be made to do that?It really made me confused, and I would have been very wary but my mates were there; and that was my only comfort.So far I don't think Nyall, Fenric and Orien would stand someone... hurting me.I can only hope I'm right on this, because right now I'm being dressed under the moonlight for what they're calling a heat ceremony.... But this time, my mates aren't here; I'm not sure where they are now.The robes on my body are a layered hush of plum and smoke- gray coloured silk that drag over my skin in a not so smooth manner.Elder Merrin's fingers move calmly as she fastens the woven belt at my waist and tucks a sprig of ironroot into the knot... and I have to wonder why a high Elder of her status is dressing me.... But all

FENRIC'S POV I smell the scent of ash in the room suddenly turn sweet, and I know instantly that something's gone wrong.Iryn is sitting where we left her, with her robe still wrapped around her body, her hair loose, and her cheeks now flushed with a right red color that makes my brain completely useless for thoughts. Her pupils are blown wide, the mark at her throat------- Nyall’s careful little shelter made of ash------- has gone from soft gray colour to a near- black colour.... And my ring of ash around her ankles looks like shackles now, and fury chews my ribs for making them in the first place.--------- They make her look like she's tied up, and I don't like it.“Fenric,” she whispers, turning her head to look at me, and that’s all it takes.I feel our bond rear up strongly suddenly, and I’m moving to her before I can even think.They said we had to stay away from her during this entire goddess be damned heat ceremony, but I don't care, they can go fuck themselves.My mate is

FENRIC'S POV We speed run through a knot of acolytes----- a shortcut----- before then reaching our quarters. On seeing us, a guard opens his mouth to question us----- who gave him that right anyway?------ but he shuts it when Orien stares at him sternly. When the four of us get to the door, Nyall steps towards it first, then swings it wide and bars it behind us with a thunk sound. “Let's take her to the bathroom first,” Nyall says. “Yes, the bed would be too hot for her,” Orien agrees, reading me for once and beating me to the same conclusion. I carry Iryn to the tub and almost immediately, Orien is already at the pump, working the copper lever to pull spring water up and into the basin. However it's cold water that pours in first, and Iryn hisses at the scent of it, tightening her hands on my shirt again. "She doesn't want cold water," I state, and Orien immediately changes the temperature to a warm base. As the water lets out steam, Nyall steps in with his trous