Semua Bab The Triplets Alphas And Their Exclusive Doctor : Bab 41 - Bab 50

ALESSIA I have never been this embarrassed in my entire life. The way Azriel and Asher were looking at me made it painfully obvious that Axel had told them everything. And the worst part? That damn dream from last night refused to leave my head. Every time I blinked, I saw their naked bodies closing in on me, their voices saying, “You are ours.” I kept my gaze fixed on my jotter, watching it vibrate from how badly my hands were trembling, even though I tried to keep them steady. My eyes flicked to Azriel. He was sitting back on the sofa like a king, legs spread wide, elbow resting on the armrest, his fingers lazily stroking his chin. His emerald eyes were drinking me in. The intensity of his stare made my stomach flip. I quickly lowered my gaze back to the jotter. It had been almost ten minutes since I arrived at their pack house. Their beta had gestured me into this private sitting room, and the three of them had been sitting like this in silence, watching me. None of them ha

ALESSIA I think there’s something deeply wrong with me. Earlier, I had been desperate to leave, but now that I’m finally going, a sharp pain settles in my chest. I can’t stop wondering who Ashira is—the woman who made them rush off without sparing me a glance. What is their relationship with her? Goddess, I hate them. And I hated myself even more for caring — for actually missing their annoying presence and talks. My palm slammed against the steering wheel in frustration as I forced my attention back on the road. The moment my car rolled to a stop in front of the hospital, I exhaled slowly, trying to summon the calm, happy version of myself I always portrayed here. Stepping inside felt like coming home. In just two weeks of being away, everything looked slightly different, yet so familiar. I missed this place more than I expected. I waved and bowed to familiar faces. Some even greeted me as “Luna,” which still felt strange. I would much rather they just called me Alessia. I

ALESSIA “Fucking tell me, Alessia!” Liam roared, taking a slow step toward me. “What is your relationship with those beasts?” My heart dropped as I slowly took a step back. “N–nothing,” I muttered, my chest racing. How did he find out? “Don’t you dare lie to me!” He slammed his hand on the desk. The loud bang made me flinch, my eyes wide in shock. “You were in their pack today. You really thought I wouldn’t find out?” Their pack. I knew it. Someone must have seen me and told Liam. What now? Would Liam reject me? Yes, that's what I wanted—but being branded a pack traitor? The punishment for that was brutal. Sometimes even death. No. I can't die. Not like this. I forced myself to breathe. Think, Alessia. Think. “Liam—” I blurted, an idea forming instantly. “I was sent to deliver a file. Dr. Blackwell asked me to. I… I didn’t know how to refuse.” My voice trembled regardless of my effort to steady it. His eyes stared into mine, as if weighing every word. I fought to keep m

ALESSIA My chest tightened at the sight of the lively dancing crowd. I hoped no one would recognize me. My hand kept tugging nervously at the hem of the short dress Ava had forced me into. It barely covered anything, and the fabric felt like a second skin. I desperately wanted to rip it off and go get my clothes. “Calm down, Alessia. You’re drawing attention. Just act cool,” Ava whispered, her hand tightening around mine. I swallowed hard and nodded. “I made a reservation. I know you don’t like crowds. Let’s go somewhere more private,” she said, leading me through the sea of bodies. “Nice mask,” a drunk man slurred as I passed, his breath reeking of alcohol. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Ignore him,” Ava muttered, pulling me along. She kept glancing around suspiciously, which only made me more paranoid. I found myself scanning the room too. “Alessia, open that door and wait for me inside. I’ll get our drinks,” she said suddenly, pointing at a side door. My heart skipped,

ALESSIA I exhaled shakily and took a slow step toward Azriel. His eyes stayed locked on mine, one brow lifting in quiet anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, I straddled his lap. His entire body tensed beneath me, and my breath quickened. His reaction always pulled me in. He was the coldest and most dangerous among them—the one his brothers both respected and feared. A dark part of me wondered what it would feel like to tame a man like him, to make him lose control. His hand slowly dropped from his jaw. For a moment, he simply stared at me with that blank, unreadable expression. Then I felt his palm slide up my bare thigh. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I gasped softly at his unmistakable hardness pressing against me through the thin fabric. “Are you scared already, Doctor?” he teased, his voice low and dark. “I thought you could handle it.” He wanted me to break. But something in me wasn’t scared — it was challenged. I scoffed and leaned closer, my chest b