Bonded To Her Triple Alphas

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Two months later.

Kaya’s POV.

Shuffling on the bed as my consciousness awakens back to life, my hands touch the side of the bed and feel nothing there. Then, I shift to the other side, still feeling no presence on the bed with me.

My eyebrows furrow deeply as I rub my eyes and sit with my back against the headboard.

“Kade?” I call into the muteness of the room, only to be replied to with silence. Pouting just before I yawn, I blink rapidly and want to roll down the bed, calling once again, “Kieran?” There’s still no answer, “Kyle?” And that’s when I realized that I was naked.

“Oops,” I laugh at myself and quickly take off the robe next to the bed on a bedside table. The weather is chilling this morning, so darting my eyes to the end of the walls, I cast a whispering spell whose effect lit up the candles.

My eyes are still wandering around the room, looking for the triplets. It’s been two months now, and almost every night, I find myself back in their bed after many times of having told myself that I ought not to.

To be honest, I was supposed to be scared when I found out that I’m addicted to the triplets, but honestly, at the same time, I love the fact that I am. It’s so relieving and enticing. When it’s nighttime and they’ve reeled my head with their sweet words, I don’t want to stop.

And now, it’s morning, the sun is up high in the sky, and I’m supposed to be maintaining peace in the world, but I’m here, thinking about the same set of people that I’m still yet to accept as my mates.

I’m still wondering where they might have gone this early morning when my sight catches a paper on the desk below the up-to-down mirror attached to the wall.

I’m biting my lower lip in curiosity as I step close and read the content with my lips moving and my voice a little audible. “Take the dress off the couch and put it on.”

Rolling my eyes, scoffing as I head over to the dress, I see another letter. “Okay, what’s going on?” I sound exasperated as the anticipation kills me within. I’m not a fan of surprises, at least not very much. I hate the can’t-wait feeling.

“Chester will do the rest.”

A few minutes later, I clean my face and get the dress on. My eyelids are still sore from just waking up, and my hair is tangled, giving every reason to be told that I was just fucked last night, but well, “whatever.”

My legs take me outside and down the hallway, where Chester appears with a bright smile on his face. “Today is a happy day, my queen. I can’t wait for you to get your surprise. It’s something that would make your heart melt if you don’t go all fierce about it again like you did the other time when my master took you to the field and you...” He stops there, glancing up at me and flashes his teeth.

“I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

“Yes, and you’re giving away information that I do not think your masters would appreciate.” I smile sharply at him, and he scratches his head with a sheepish attitude.

“Well, then, before I say what would get my head cut off, let’s go.”

“To where?”

“It’s a surprise. You do know that.”

I sigh, releasing the air in my lungs and nod. “True.”

Outside, we make our way to the carriage. Chester bows lightly for me to enter, only for me to shake my head and roll my eyes in disagreement when he utilizes the word queen for me again.