All Chapters of The Triplet's Sin : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Calla's POV I stirred awake to sunlight spilling across the room in slow, golden streaks. For a moment, I forgot where I was.Then I tried to turn… and my hand brushed against warm skin.I blinked.The triplets were sprawled across my bed. Lucien was half hanging off the edge, one arm draped lazily over my waist. Darren lay on his back, chest rising steadily. Riven’s leg was thrown carelessly over the sheets.The bed was enormous. Thank God for that.Because last night had been… relentless.A hazy montage of heat, breathless whispers, hands everywhere, mouths everywhere. We hadn’t stopped until my body surrendered completely.Carefully, I slipped out of the sheets. My muscles protested in that delicious, heavy way that only comes from being thoroughly claimed.I made my way into the bathroom and sank into a warm bath. The water wrapped around me, easing the soreness. I tilted my head back and let the heat wash over my skin, replaying flashes I refused to fully examine.‘I thought you

Calla's POV Lucien walked in without knocking.The slight pout. The quiet frown he wore like a permanent accessory. Even the air shifted when he entered.“What is it, Lucien?” I asked.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he climbed onto the bed and settled beside me as if this had always been his place. His fingers found my arm, tracing slow, lazy circles against my skin.“Don’t worry,” he murmured softly. “I’m not here to disturb your peace.”“Hm.”“I want to tell you a bedtime story.”That pulled a small smile from me.I turned slightly toward him and listened. The story made absolutely no sense. A ridiculous tale stitched together with exaggeration and dramatic pauses. A cock and bull story, clearly invented on the spot, but I let him continue.Because it wasn’t about the story. It was about his voice.Deep. Smooth. Unhurried. It wrapped around me like velvet in the dark. By the time he finished, my eyelids were heavy, sleep tugging at me insistently.Lucien leaned closer. His

Calla's POV Lucien leaned forward, and our lips met in a searing kiss. I sank back, letting him take control, his dock was hard and pulsing against me.He slid it into my wet pussy, and I moaned, the sensation filling me completely. Slow was never his thing, he slammed hard, and yet I couldn’t get enough. The sharp rhythm, the sound of my moan and his groans mixing with the wet, slick sounds of our bodies coming together, filled the room with a fevered energy.A flicker of worry crossed my mind, what if someone heard us? but I pushed it aside. Nothing mattered except the intensity between us.While he slammed into me, Darren was at work on my bouncing breasts, squeezing, teasing, and sucking with unrelenting attention. Riven’s hands traced softly along my skin, fingers threading through my hair, grounding me in the chaos of pleasure.Lucien lifted one of my legs, pressing it against his shoulders before thrusting deeper. I gasped, clutching the rug as waves of heat coursed through m

Calla's POV The bell rang. Chairs scraped, books snapped shut, and the classroom emptied in a rush of noise and perfume and unfinished gossip.The moment the teacher stepped out, Elera’s gaze locked onto me.She didn’t even pretend to pack her bag. She moved closer.“What is happening?” she asked quietly, her eyes dropping to my wrist.Her fingers wrapped around it before I could pull away. Gentle, but firm. The sleeve of my sweater had shifted just enough.“I scraped my hand behind the bed last night,” I said, forcing a careless shrug. “My phone fell there and I needed to get it.”The lie came too smoothly. That scared me more than her suspicion.Elera didn’t respond. She simply narrowed her eyes, then reached for my other sleeve and pushed it up.My heart thudded once. Then again, she scanned my forearm. Clean. Her gaze traveled upward. She tugged the neckline of my uniform slightly aside, inspecting my collarbone like a doctor checking for fractures.Nothing. The marks were gone.

Calla's POV School passed like any other day, though Fenrir was nowhere to be seen, as if he was deliberately avoiding me. It left a strange hollow feeling in my chest, but I shoved it aside.Friday evening arrived, and after dinner, the usual chaos of games erupted in the boy’s game room. I joined, not for anything “extra,” but simply to play.Riven’s eyes flicked toward me, sharp and teasing. “Don’t you think we should mark you?”I froze mid-scroll on the screen. “What?”He leaned back, grinning, “Or you could pick your favorite, get marked, and then everyone else would know you’re taken.”A soft chuckle escaped me, though my hands tightened on the controller. “No. That’s not happening.”“Why not?” His curiosity sounded more like a challenge.I watched them carefully, my voice steady. “I like all of you,” I admitted, “but I’m not your property. I don’t want to be marked.”Before any of them could argue, the door swung open. Nana appeared, almost as if she had known exactly what she