All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE SAVAGE TRIPLET ALPHAS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The moment I say that, his palm settles over my chest, just on top of the swell of my breasts. Instantly, the mate bond arches, as does my back as I leans in toward the heat of his hand.From the corner of my eyes, I see Orien watch his brother’s fingers splay across my chest and an unamused, hungry look passes through his eyes.“This situation is funny you know,” he says casually, getting up to his feet.“I also have hands.”“You also have no patience,” Fenric returns, without looking away from me for a second.“Brothers,” Nyall says in a small sigh, and I notice the edgy note to the small sound he just made.Then he walks to me, takes the cup that's still in both of my hands------ which are resting on my lap------ and sets it aside.... After that, he looks at me, giving me that sort of assessing look like he's debating something in his mind. But...I can't tell what he's thinking about.Without looking down, I ease Fenric’s hand off from my chest, my palm barely covering his knuc

IRYN'S POV Mist drapes the trees in tiny, silver gauze while the moon sinks low in the sky, leaving only a thin show of evening light. A chill drapes over my skin, causing me to pull my robe tighter over my body while I try to ignore the prickle that's at the back of my neck.I'd been walking for a while now, taking in the cool, fresh breeze from outside and for a while didn't think about anything.However with the amount of cold I'm feeling now, I think I've wandered too far.Werewolves are warm blooded creatures, we always feel heat or warmth when a pack members is near.... But I don't feel that now. I should go back.Suddenly I hear a twig snap to my left, and it makes my pulse jump in a scare.“Who’s there?” I ask, my voice coming out tinier than I had intended it to sound.However the only answer I get is silence as no one answers me.Looking around, I take one careful step back toward the trail, ready to head back home, then-------- I see a figure with broad shoulders begi

ORIEN'S POV"No I... I think I must have twisted it the wrong way when he came at me."How dare he?“Show me your leg.”Tentatively, she raises her right leg to place it on top of the other, however when I look at it I don't see any wound or bruise.My confuse gaze meets hers when I look up, and I find her blushing."It's... on my... thigh." She says the part with a squeak in her voice.If it weren't for the fact that she's injured right now, I would have smiled at her shyness, and maybe... tease her lightly.However I instead ask, gesturing at her leg, "May I?"Hopefully that would make her more comfortable so I could see her bad her injury is.She nods, and I reach my hands out, lifting the fabric of her robe up gently.The bruise greets my eyesight is climbing out of her thigh in blues and storm- violet, and although I search for the shape of a knee or hand, I see nothing."I think you twisted your thigh muscle the wrong way, roughly."Even as I say this, my jaw is ticking in anger

ORIEN'S POV We crash across the room in a tangle, hitting surfaces with our shoulders. Both our claws are extended, but we don’t fully shift------ regardless of how large the room is, it’s too small a space for both of our wolves to fit in.However but our wolf is visible in our arms, our knees and our feet; so we're half shifted.“Stop it!” Iryn cries again.She doesn't like what we are doing, and if it wasn't that obvious before, it's obvious now with how the mate bond lashes at me, causing pain to kiss the back of my eyes. Blinking, I turn to take a look at her but then Nyall buries me again with his weight.He tries wrapping his arm around my shoulder and waist to take me to the floor, but I twist, sending both of us to slam into the table where she's sitting. It groans and slides a bit, causing the salve jar to shake, and I plant a palm in the center of his chest and shove. However he catches my wrist quickly and barrels forward, sending both of us to go down, hard and roll

FENRIC'S POVI remember the way her eyes were not... Omega- soft.Hell they weren't pleading or shy, or confused.They were fixed, and angry.Fuck, that was probably why that Elayne screamed in fear before I pried my lovely mate's fingers off.... And my wolf and I liked that sound.“She pinned a Beta,” I say under my breath. “Easily.”“If I hadn’t reached her,” I tell the empty armoury."she would have killed Elayne.”It stupefies me, and yet it doesn’t. I'm fucking proud my mate is no weak werewolf and I'm not sorry for the Beta at all.But, I'm... afraid.It's a strange feeling for me, but I feel it all the same.Neither I nor Nyall and Orien saw any signs of her strength.What if it's side effect of that witch's spell?And what if it eats her up from inside?Fuck knows I don't want to be admiring a haggard witch's spell while it hurts Iryn.Settling the now sharpened knife down, I scrub both palms over my face and through my hair.“We need to do something about that witch’s spe