My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light in the room, only to find that I'm laying in bed. This bed was so much more comfortable than my own, the soft crimson red covers up against my skin. They're softer than any bedding I've ever felt before. Panic courses through my veins as I take in my surroundings. The walls were painted red and white, it was extravagant. My eyes landed on the beautiful rug in the centre of the room. This isn't my room. I don't know where I am. That's when I feel them... the sparks and the heat surrounding me. I hear my mate chuckle and my eyes snap to him. The beautiful asshole. I briefly lose myself in his eyes, before then I remember what he did to me. I can't believe my mate marked me without my permission.
I snatched that hand that was laying on his chest back to me and attempted to push the covers off of myself. I try to move, but I feel something heavy around my waist. There are more sparks. I hadn't realised before. They were more intense. I hear another chuckle behind me and my head snaps in that direction. My eyes meet another set of beautiful grey eyes, and his scent hit me. The smell of patchouli and moss. They belonged to a copy of my mate. I couldn't help but stare at him.
"MATE! MATE! MATE! We have another mate!" Odette said enthusiastically.
"You know, it's not nice to stare, love." My mate whispered in my ear. I shuddered as his breath hit my hear. I couldn't help it. It sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I turned to him and glared at him.
"Hello, darling." My other mate said softly. "My name is Theodore. I heard that you were giving my dear brother, a hard time." He said, chuckling, earning a growl from his brother whose name I still didn't know.
I turn to look at the asshole behind me and growl, narrowing my eyes at him. I haven't forgiven him, but I don't have the energy to fight. The marking has really taken all my energy away from me. Theodore buried his face in the crook of my neck, taking in my scent, Odette was jumping for joy in the back of my mind. She was happy that our mate, well, mates, were accepting us.
"Calm down, love, you're at the Royal Moonstone Pack. Our pack." The asshole said, pulling me closer to him, which made Theodore growl and then pulled me closer to him.
His words hit me like a ton of bricks and I freeze. My heart beat raises. The Royal Moonstone Pack belonged to the Royal family, as the name suggests. Fuck. I can't reject my mate, no matter how much I want to. They would tear the kingdom apart just to try and find me. There is no way out. I start breathing heavily, and rapidly, unable to control it. My panic takes over and I can see the concern written over their faces. Before my mates get the chance to say anything, everything started to go black. Again.
Theodore growled. "Oliver! Now look what you've done." He said.
"I didn't do anything! You were fighting me for her." Oliver retorted.
"You marked her without her permission and then told her what pack she was in. Of course she was going to panic. You never think before you do anything. Goddess, you're a fucking idiot." Theodore snapped, before turning his attention to me.
He rest his hand on my cheek, I could feel the sparks again. "Wake up, darling." He said, softly. "It's okay, you're safe." He whispered, and my eyes fluttered open.
Theodore was closer than I wanted him to be. His nose almost touching mine. It had my heart racing. I sucked in a deep breath, and he pulled away, laying back against the soft sheets. His eyes glossed over and Oliver growled behind me, jumping out of the bed and storming over to the door. I could only guess that they were either mindlinking each other, or someone from their pack was mindlinking them.
"Don't worry, darling, he's just gone to sort something out. Now, we can finally spend some time together, without that asshole hanging about." He said, earning a giggle from me. I can't believe I just giggled.
YOU ARE READING
The Three Alphas
WerwolfI ran. I ran as fast as I could. I couldn't do this. "Mate!" My wolf, Odette, screamed in my head. Her tail wagging, jumping around in pure excitement. Her mate was chasing her and she was loving it. I, on the other hand, was gasping for air as I sp...
