All Chapters of Three Alpha brothers and their virgin pet : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Keller “This should teach you that I was always the boss,” Elyria continued in Teresa’s body, the burning sword still pointed at Diana’s neck. “I’m only pitying the host’s body,” Elyria continued. “The unfortunate host you were able to possess because of her greed. It was not her fault, though, so I will not destroy her body. However, I’ll render your soul useless so that not even limbo can hold you. You won’t be able to make it to the other dimension, but will remain a wanderer, unable to host anybody or find rest for your soul.”“Please… no…” Diana managed to gag out, spluttering blood over her mouth, dripping down. “The time for salvation has gone,” Elyria said. “Looking into the history of my host, I see how she convinced you to change, but what she didn’t know was that you were born to do evil continually.”“No… I can… change…”“Don’t you think it’s quite past time for all of that, hmm?”Before Diana could say anything else, Teresa plunged the sword through Milinda’s chest.

Teresa Days passed after that, and my mother didn’t respond. Occasionally, I would go to her room to check on her, to see if she’ll move again like she did the other day, but nothing happened. I’d spend hours waiting for her to wake up, but she won’t react. Sometimes, I ended up leaving her room whenever I got tired. Sometimes, the brothers would be the ones who would lead me out. I wanted to live with my mother again, even if it was just for one minute. I wanted to talk to my mother, the real Milinda, without anything possessing her, but as the days progressed, it looked like I may never experience that.This was two weeks after I’d recovered. I was in Milinda’s room, sitting beside her bed, her hand in mine. She was still as she’d always been, eyes closed. Face pale. It was almost as if she had died.“Mother,” I called. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but I need you to come back to me, even if it’s just for twelve hours. I know we may not have had the best relationship… but

Teresa My feet moved as fast as they could as I dashed through hallways and stairs, heading for my mother’s room. My heart thudded within my chest, and a lot of things ran through my mind. I wondered if the energy Gretta lifted a moment ago was the reason my mother couldn’t wake up all this time. I thought about what could be going on through her head, how she’d look at me. Would she look at me with those eyes of hatred, or would she be eager to see me? There was only one way to find out. I approached the door to her room and tumbled through, panting, my lungs burning. Milinda’s eyes were open, looking at nothing in particular at the ceiling. My heart welled with joy. “Mother?” It took a moment, but she turned toward me. I scampered towards her, slumping into a chair and taking her hand. “Mother, I’m glad you made it.” “Te… Teresa,” she called. I squeezed her hand lightly, tears welling up in my eyes. “It’s good to have you back, mother.” Her breathing was fragile, and

Keller The air from outside rippled the curtains, and they swayed slightly, occasionally giving me a peek of the moon outside. I was sure my brothers were still waiting for Teresa outside her mother’s room. Either way, I was sure they would move on when they didn't see anyone come through the door. They might busy themselves with whatever kept them occupied while I was taking care of pack matters. A small nagging feeling came to my chest, but I ignored it. One night looking after Teresa is something they can survive. And it’s not like there’s anything going… “Keller?” Teresa’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I met her eyes looking at me in the dark, illuminated by the small ray of the moon outside. I reached for the lamp on the bedside table and flipped the switch. Warm, yellow light illuminated the room, bouncing off on side of Teresa’s face. “Teresa,” I muttered. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?” For a moment, she hesitated. I wondered what she must be go

Bennett I fumed. No. Fumed was too small. It wasn’t enough to qualify the weight of the anger raging within me. I felt like breaking things. I felt like screaming. The feeling chewed at me since Keller acted like all he did was normal grocery shopping on a saturday evening. He made a fool out of me, and he did it in front of Teresa. Mere remembrance of the memory made my jaw tighten. I leaned against one of the wooden pillars in the open hallway that faced the courtyard, watching pack members scrambling back and forth. Everyone spoke in low tones, and black clothes rippled from balcony rails in the soft breeze of the morning. Milinda’s body was being prepared for the funeral, and the event would begin in a few hours. “Perfect timing for family drama,” I dragged a hand through my hair in a mutter. That was when I heard footsteps. Boots echoing on the cobblestone floor, growing closer before going silent, the scent that followed strikingly familiar. “You look like you co