Entangled With My Alpha Triplets

Thirty eight

~Asher~

By now I expected everyone to have heard about my marriage already failing right at the start of it.

I knew this because Zane confronted me at my study.

"You shot your own brother like some thief and tortured your wife? Was that the wedding present you have hoarding for long now?" He demanded, standing in front of my desk with rage seethed in his eyes.

"And did your beloved brother tell you why I did it? That slut you call my wife cheated on me and I'm not going to stop torturing her till I'm satisfied."

Zane's expression stilled and grew serious, "Someone once told father that you are sadist but I never believed till I saw what you did to Hazel."

"Now that you believe. Would you leave me alone? These paperwork are not going to read themselves." I said smoothly, with a flat expression on my face.

"No, I won't until you fix this mess!" He banged the table.

For some reason, my face brightened over his anger. "You seem so affected by the situation, one would think I actually punished your wife."

"Don't call her that." He warned, his countenance changing.

"Why? Because she's Trisha?"

"Because she's your whore! You snatched my girl and got her pregnant, just for you to turn the tables on me by making me marry her."

Now he finally confessed his real reason for being here. He was upset that I was yet to apologize for dragging him into this.

"You'll learn to love her, she's actually a sweet girl."

He gave me a hostile glare with a scoff, "I cannot love a woman who mutters your name in her sleep. A girl who fucks herself with her vibrator while staring at your pictures."

More bitches for me. I loved that.

"Let me give you an advice as your older brother,"

"Fuck her in the way that she wants and she will forget all about me. Treat her like a goddess, she lives for the attention instead of trying to be the husband I never was, for Hazel." I added sharply.

"You really think you're such a wise man but you're not." He retorted. "Keeping treating Hazel like you bought her and she will run away with Tyler."

She wouldn't dare. Not when I have finally trapped her.

"If I kill Tyler, who would she run away with?" I smiled but my face stayed a mask of mischief.

"Someone need to get her away from you and I'm going to tell father." He choked out.

My sudden laughter raked him as he shot me a raised brow, "Father? He's no longer the alpha anymore."

"I can do what I want and if you are not careful, I'll keep you in the same position as Tyler and fuck Trisha every night till she gets boring for me."

I honestly wished all of these were threats but my intrusive thoughts were a second away from happening if Zane didn't learnt to shut his mouth.

"You underestimate me, brother." He replied in a cold retort, his face clouded with disgust.

"You can do what you want with Trisha, I don't care because when I find my mate, I'll divorce her and marry my mate."

"Thanks for putting it out there that she can be my second wife." I responded nonchalantly.

"Hazel is my mate so whatever I do with her shouldn't concern you. It would have been a different case study if she was yours," I put it out to him in a matter of fact tone.

"Sure, my apologies, alpha."

"You're only here because you're my beta. Speak to your gamma of a brother or I'll permanently paralyze him."

He could see the danger in my eyes and I could see the fear in his eyes. Terror could pass as my surname and I honestly preferred that.

Zane didn't speak a word after that. He just walked out and left the door open.

Typical behavior of a sibling.

But a minute after, Trisha slipped in wearing a trench coat. She locked the door and walked straight towards my executive chair.

"Trisha, I'm busy and you shouldn't have followed your husband on his way out." I said before she could even get any closer.

As much as I loved to tease Zane about sleeping with his wife. She didn't have any appeal to suck me in.

I would rather do it with the maids and slaves around.

"He's only my husband on paper." She corrected in a whisper.

"And you..." she drawled, taking off the coat to expose herself in a black lingerie.

The same kind I ordered all the maids to wear underneath.

She threw the coat on the table and started crawling towards me on all fours.

Her lips were pursed and her eyes were narrowed.

I was still watching her but I was getting tired of the act.

This was the part where I usually call the guards and have them throw her out.

But then I had a thought.

It was a brilliant one, that had me smirking as I watched her climb the table and start walking on her hands and feet like a cat.

I grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.

She fell on the table with a cry and I stood up to tower over her.

I leaned in and held her head by the roots of her hair.

She moaned and tried to reach out to me.

"Mmmm."

I pushed her hand away.

She moaned again, her mouth wide open as her chest rose up and down. "Ash!"

I bent down, my mouth a breath away from hers.
My smirk widened and I spoke slowly, making sure she heard me loud and clear.

"Trisha, tell your husband I don't want a mistress. He can keep his wife all to himself. I prefer someone with more shape and beauty."

"And tell him he better keep her safe and happy or he will just have to be her partner in misery.
You can pass this message to him for me and don't forget it or I will make you suffer for daring to seduce me after my last warning."

Trisha was breathing hard.

She was trying to reach out to me again. "Asher, please, don't shut me out. I can show you how better I am than her."

"Really? You would do that?"

"Yes." Her eyes were glossy now.

How could she be so attached? I knew the dick was that good but I didn't expect her to walk right into my cage.

"Just take a look at my body," she pleaded.

But I didn't instead I tore her lingerie off and cuffed her hand before dragging her all the way to the exit.

I didn't even spare her a glance when I pushed her out without her trench coat.

The guards were ogling at her body in a mixture of shock and lust while she shamefully covered up.

Zane would probably kill her for this.

But that was none of my business.

I was too busy thinking of the next plan.

Reduce Tyler to nothing and remind Hazel that she was still an omega, not a Luna.