All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE SAVAGE TRIPLET ALPHAS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IRYN'S POVI gulp slightly, my breath hitching in my throat when I see his gaze follow the part line of my neck.Wh----- what's up with him?"Fe... Fenric?"Suddenly he shakes his head, causing his dark hair to sway with the movement.“Put these on,” he says abruptly, handing a flat box out to me.Looking down at the box, I blink quietly in mid shock.I hadn't noticed him holding it before.He waves the box a bit, bringing it closer to me.Speechless, I take it from him, my gaze fixed on the box's dark leather and the stripe of rawhide that's tied to it.“You brought me…?” “Open it before I lose my nerve,” he mutters, his voice sounding raspy and almost quiet."Fuck."Hearing his words, I gaze up at him.He sounds annoyed... slightly, or had I just imagined it?Pursing my lips and biting my bottom lip lightly, I pull at rawhide stripe, tugging at it till it comes loose.Then I open the box, my eyes lighting up instantly when I see what's inside.Inside the box, wrapped in a brown woo

IRYN'S POVHow can he be so lewd?!My cheeks ting red; he always uses so many vulgar words.I'm-------"Well?" He rumbles, pulling his nose off my neck to look at my face when I stay quiet without answering for too long.I flush, my lips parting open and close without making a single sound.Oh Goddess.Does he actually expect me to tell him that I was thinking about...I flush even more."I... I can explain," I rasp weakly, and he nods slightly, a wicked smile tugging on at his full lips as he raises his eyebrows at me."I'm listening."Goddess help me!Just as I'm thinking of what to say, a shadow leans into the doorway, scorched spice filling my nostrils.Orien!I tilt my head to the side, peeking over Fenric's huge body to look at him, seeing him look at me with his head tilted to the side.Fenric turns to him then as well, and taking the chance, I duck under his arms and escape, facing Orien instead with still heated cheeks."Hii," I mutter breathlessly.I'm glad he's here; hopefu

IRYN'S POVHe looks down at my hand holding his arm, his lashes fluttering shut as I feel him take in a deep breath."Orien?" I call.His eyes open then, his gaze falling on me as I catch a glimpse of his jaw working a bit before it varnishes completely.Thinning his lips, he reaches his right hand behind him, pulling out a silk- cotton cloth wrap.He holds it out to me then, but doesn't hand it to me immediately.Instead he unwraps it himself, revealing a flute.My lips part; this... is totally... unexpected.It's bone- white, simple and finely polished, so much that it looks like it's sparkling.I wonder what was used to make it.Without thinking, I reach my hand out, touching it lightly.It feels... smooth and rough as well at the same time.Looking up, I find Orien staring down at me, his gaze searching my face... like he's looking for something.I'm not fully sure though, he's so silent now.Instinctively, my gaze trails over his shoulders only to find them so stiff.He looks ten

IRYN'S POVThe annoyed look on her face disappears completely before I can think much about it, and she mutters with a grumble;“We were told---------”“You were told to deliver them,” Nyall utters from behind her, stepping out from the corridor, his voice deadly quiet. As they part way for him, he walks past them and into the room, greeting me with the view of him in a pale shirt, dark vest and his hands tucked behind his back.His face blank of any expression, he barely looks the serving Betas over his shoulders, finishing his words with a simple line. “Consider them delivered.”Bowing their heads low, the three Betas quickly lower the chest down to the floor, setting it down gently in the hall.“Thank you,” I mutter, getting only a mild nod from them as a response.Then without wasting another second, they close the door gently keeping their heads lowered as they do, and soon I hear the sound of their fading sandal covered footsteps.Letting out a small breath, I tear my gaze aw

FENRIC'S POVFUCK THIS!I'm not letting my mate be scared of every fucking damn thing.I'll be damned before that happens.Stalking my way towards her, I turn my attention away from my brothers and to her, holding her gaze with mine.I ignore whatever gibberish Nyall's currently saying for me to calm down.Calm is the last thing I feel now; I'm fucking livid!Why the goddamned hell should our mate be afraid to take 'gifts' from us?Yes, afraid; the scent of her fear was so strong just now, overpowering strong and sour.I could practically taste it.What fuckers put nonsense in her head?Nyall's right that she's new to all these and needs to adjust, but I'm not letting anyone force her to be spineless; that's not who she is.She's courageous, curious, adventurous, a quick learner, fucking timid at times and so innocent that I want to ruin her in every way... to make those luscious cheeks of hers bright red, both cheeks.But she's not a coward.Those motherfuckers with ranks higher than