All Chapters of MY TRIPLET HYBRID STEPBROTHERS WANT ME: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~CASSIANAs I stood there wondering about how I could trap Dylan, my emotions suddenly changed from systematic planning to… worry.I tried to think it through, wondering where it came from. But the more I thought, the more it changed.Suddenly it wasn't just worry, but anxiety.It started subtly at first, and I couldn't even deny that the distraction helped to keep my mind away from the worry I had from Dylan.I became drawn to this new emotion and within seconds, I had redirected my steps back to the hallway that led to our rooms.But just as I reached my door, I felt the shift again.This time it was clear and intense. My heart started hammering hard and my hands shook.It wasn’t just anxiety and some type of panic. It was also fear.An immense fear that shook my bones along with every organ I possessed.But what unsettled me more was the fact that I could somehow tell that the emotions I felt weren't mine.It was like a double-edged sword that sliced through my heart, yet never tru

~CASSIANAll my years in this life, my father had never missed meal times. Never.Yet today, his seat sat empty, staring back at the confused faces on the table. Well, all except Dylan.Unlike everyone else, he didn't look worried or concerned. He calmly sat in his chair like he wasn't even aware of what was going on.My eyes narrowed down at his beady eyes and eerie smile. A cold air shut over me and I shook my head.No, he was aware. He just didn't care. He probably had more demonic things to worry about.“Lyora, is father sick?” Sylver’s voice suddenly cut through my thoughts, forcing my eyes off Dylan.“No. I— I don't think so,” Lyora stuttered. The hesitation in her voice instantly gained my attention.She knew something.Sylver’s question was baseless because how could father, a full grown Lycan, fall sick?That was totally unheard of. And if it were to be the case, then we had ourselves knee deep in some fucked up curse.But the hesitation in Mama Nyra’s voice… that was somethi

~NYRA“Rylan, get the guards. Now!” Sylver roared, and Rylan didn’t waste a beat.He was across the streets in seconds, gathering whatever patrol guard he could get his hands on.“Sylver, we need to handle things differently,” Cassian continued, trying to calm him.While I, on the other hand, was simply lost in my own thoughts.Something wasn’t adding up…Not like I was disputing the fact that Sylver was right and this was an open declaration of war. But it felt wrong.There was something about the whole setup that just didn’t add up.Of all the things we were facing. Of all the mysteries surrounding my existence… a deliberate fight with the rebel rogues didn’t seem like the right thing to do.There was already too much at stake.It didn’t feel like the kind of battle we should be worrying about.We had vampires to worry about. We had blood rituals… threats from Dylan… Danielle and the witch…Comparing all of that to rebel rogues just felt basic. It felt like child’s play.Like someon

~NYRAThe entire world held still as all three brothers stared at me with open mouths.“What did you say?” Rylan asked, his voice suddenly low.I could almost see the millions of emotions going through his head— in all their heads.And in that moment, I wished I hadn’t said what I said. My intention was never to trouble them with what I was becoming.But I had no choice. I couldn’t take back those words now.“Nyra,” Rylan whispered, still too stunned.“Yes, I did.” I sighed, pushing back my hair with my hands. “I bit him too— I drank from him too. That night…”A deafening silence flooded between us as they all understood what that meant.“I know it sounds crazy and— maybe it is— but it happened,” I continued, struggling to paint the picture for them. “That night, I had— well, my vampire side wanted one thing… His blood.”“What— why?” Sylver blurted, utterly confused.Gods, I was confused too. But I knew I could no longer leave them hanging.With one look at Cassian, I let out another

~NYRAMy mind literally exploded the moment our lips touched. And it wasn't the sort of explosion that came with sweet butterflies and emotions.It was the type that brought a firework of memories...My eyes were wide open in shock but I could see the images as they erupted into my head. I saw new events bleed into my mind like they were mine...I could hear laughter. Smiles. Screams and then... Moans?My brows furrowed as I saw the image flash again. A woman— no, me!I saw myself making love to a man. The same man I saw in my visions. The one from the blood ritual.The one who kept calling me his lover!We were entangled in sheets, moaning with passion as he thrusted his thick cock deep inside of me!I wanted to scream in horror but somehow, my emotions separated, just like in my visions.The inner me screamed for it to stop, but the outer version of me seemed to enjoy every stroke. Every kiss. Every touch.And even though I tried to make the scene stop, Lyon's kiss was like a cataly