All Chapters of Marked, Tamed, Owned by the Triplet Alphas: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lira I’d seen males who turned heads before, but Jax was a different breed.Everything Tova said about him was true.Jax was the Alpha of wet dreams. The man just exists, and females start misbehaving. It was terrifying how his presence filled the den, a magnetic pull that drew eyes even from girls pretending indifference.Their sidelong glances lingered, lips parting as he passed, and I caught the hunger in the air.I imagined if Jax alone felt the bond, he'd have marked me already. Dragged me into his world, called me his wife, and dared anyone to challenge it. The thought made my throat go dry. Someone would’ve poisoned me by now, probably Astoria herself. That woman’s infatuation with Jax bordered on spiritual illness.Before meeting Jax, I never understood the obsession.Not until I met him.Now I did. And it made me want to claw out my own heart.The Den buzzed that night, with packmates preparing for the Moon Festival. Laughter echoed through the halls.I blended in, stacking

LiraTova pulled me through the packed den. The ceiling hung low, and the smell of roasted meat and cheap wine filled the air. Tables didn’t match, benches scraped against the floor, and laughter bounced off the walls.“See? Told you the low ranks know how to party,” Tova said, nudging my arm. “No tight-ass etiquette here.”I gave a small smile, scanning the room. It wasn’t polished like the gathering Jax had taken me to yesterday, but the noise and easy laughter felt real.We walked past a table crowded with bottles and trays of fruit. I grabbed a glass that looked like orange juice, keeping it simple. Tova didn’t hesitate—she went straight for the liquor. The music picked up, loud and fast, people moving in a blur of laughter and bodies. For once, no one stared. No one cared who I was.A young guy stumbled over, half-drunk and grinning. Same one who’d tried talking to me yesterday. He gave a small bow. “Dance with me?” His arm brushed mine, his skin rough, probably from field work.

LiraThe rough bark of the oak dug into my back as Kain pinned me against it. His lips bruised mine with a hunger that set my skin ablaze.His hands weren't gentle. I didn’t want gentle. I was dizzy, lost somewhere between fighting him and wanting him to keep going.The bond’s pull roared as his hands played over my body. Biting back a whimper, I gripped his shoulder as he teased the hard buds of my nipples beneath my dress. His rain-damp scent flooded my senses, mixing with Jax’s pine still clinging to me from the field.Without warning, Kain pulled back abruptly. His storm-gray eyes looked clouded. He took a step back like I’d burned him. “Leave.”“What?”“Get out of here.” His voice was hoarse, like it scraped on the way out.I blinked, still dazed. “But—”He cut me off with a growl. “I said leave, Lira.”My mouth opened, then closed again. His rejection stung, slicing through the bond’s haze. Hot shame flooded me for letting him in.I wanted to say something sharp, something th

LiraThe aftermath of that conversation with Riven never left me. I sat in my room with my hands trembling like I’d just done something terrible, trying to steady them by pressing one over the other. My heart raced wildly, and I hated that I could feel guilt and longing at the same time.I lay back on the bed and just stared at the ceiling. The replay hit me again: Me, naked, standing right in front of him.What in the wild was I thinking?Although Riven hadn't even noticed the faint mark on my chest, thanks to the herbs that had done their job, I still couldn't believe I'd exposed my body to him.If he had leaned in, or asked for more, would I have said yes?I sat there too long, unmoving and afraid that if I did, the memory would shatter.Riven had told me what was at stake. And still, my heart wanted this madness. Three brothers. One soul. One impossible, stupid, reckless craving that felt more like a curse than a blessing.I pressed my palms to my face and laughed bitterly. “You’r

LiraI sat cross-legged on the rock, letting the cool morning air clear my head. I needed to stay out of sight. Maybe I’d pretend to be sick and lock myself in my room. With my mark showing more each hour, walking around was like asking for trouble.A flicker of movement pulled me from my thoughts. Kain's daughter, Angie, was kneeling by a patch of marigolds. I watched her, not wanting to break the calm rhythm of the morning.It was obvious that her troublemaker aunt, Zuri, truly loved the girl. At least Angie had a mother figure who shared her blood. But Kain was too blind to notice the way Zuri looked crushed after catching us together. That wasn’t the shock of seeing her brother-in-law with another woman. It was more personal.If her heart belonged to someone else, would she care that much about who Kain was making out with? To date, it makes no sense to me why people cling to someone who clearly doesn’t feel the same. Selena, Alpha Garrick's sister, had done the same to Kain, Asto