Bonded To Her Triple Alphas

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Kaya’s POV.

“Kaya,” my ears pick up on eerie voices, sinking into my head. A furrow wrestles on my face as I awaken to reality, and suddenly, I gasp when I feel the intensity of the voices when they call again. “Kaya.”

My head snaps to the front, and there are three women at the end of the bed. They are in robes with the hood covering their faces, so I have no way of knowing if I recognize them or not.

That aside, the aura they release sends chills down my spine, shaking me to my very core.

“Who are you?” I ask with the nerves around my neck poking out.

The women speak with raspy voices, an intent of darkness lurking behind each word. “You have seen our presence, great witch, because you made yourself come to our attention. Await your doom, for we shall come for you. And we do; the curse shall be back. You haven’t paid the right price, and we shall come for what is ours.”

“Who are you? What do you want?” Although they dress entirely black, at the left chest area of their robes, I see a mark there, one that I have seen before.

My brain reels deep to recall it, and then, my eyes widen as I gasp even louder. “You’re the witches who curse the triplets.” They are the witches who misused the old religion and made nature ban it until my mother held its power.

And to make an evaluation, I did come to the conclusion that, because of them, my powers took a long time before they showed themselves. Because of them, I suffered.

“You are evil. You spoiled the faces of witches in this world. You destroyed our trust in nature. I’d be damned to allow you to reign.” I shout at them, disregarding the fact that my body is quivering on the inside in fear of what these witches can do.

Although I am not as scared of them because I’ve been able to reverse their curse on the triplets through the intimacy we shared the previous night, I am definitely sure I can fight back.

“Count your days, young witch.”

“We shall see.” I dare, staring directly into the hood, even though I am unable to see their faces. Then, I speak, “me ad vitam revoca.”

Instantly, gravity ruffles the entire atmosphere, an invisible breeze blows at my face, sprawling my hair, and I open my eyes back to reality.

Kade is directly in front of me, waving his hand, while Kyle is shaking my shoulders. “Oh, fuck, I think she’s having a lucid dream.”

Kade snaps to his left, at Kieran, “hurry with the water, Kieran.”

Then, blinking repeatedly, as I regain myself, I glare at them. “I didn’t know you cared this much.” My tone is playful, and Kyle huffs, poofing the air onto my face.

“You were talking in your dream, Kaya.” For a second, when Kade complains, I want to tell them what I saw, but then, I keep my mouth shut, as I am not sure of what those three witches mean.

I remember the dream intricately. Something lingers in their presence, a sort of power that I could feel in its brilliance. It scares me at the realization that they must be very powerful, and I’m left to wonder why they have come for me.

I thought the witches were destroyed by Chester, according to all that I’ve learned, and if they were present all this time, why haven’t they destroyed the triplets until now?

A ringing sparks into my head all of a sudden, and I take a sharp look at each of the men before me. Kade, Kyle, and Kieran are still gazing into my eyes, watching with a stunned demeanour.