All Chapters of Triplets for the Alpha Triplets : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KATRINAMelora cleared her throat to grab my attention but I ignored her. For the hundredth time…‘Are you bad at math or are you just being ignorant?’…we got ourselves seated in the conference room and I felt better staying on the brighter side of the packhouse. That darker side felt possessed, and to think Cannon’s room was located there.“What news do you have on the agmarbhs?” I asked.None of them were expecting me to keep quiet again so that’s a first.Elder Sesan nudged Alpha Hades and he got started. “Those of our suicide squad that returned brought back some very disturbing… things that were hard to comprehend.”“What were they?” Kane asked with Cannon seeming a bit more anxious than normal.CANNONI avoided thinking about them because those agmarbhs gave me anxiety attacks. Moonstone hasn’t seen trouble like this in centuries and the last one almost destroyed our pack.If I was Alpha, was I really up for the challenge? The

CANNON“Is anyone else feeling this?” I asked, tempted to tear the shirt off me. The temperature had increased and I knew it was the council’s doing. I searched for a heater but there was none and it left me confused.The ripping of clothes reached everyone’s ears when Ian tore his off. He didn’t hesitate to pull his sweatpants too, leaving only his boxers on. Katrina’s heart rate quickened and she tapped her fingers on the arms of the plastic chair, her nails giving out a clicking sound.Ian walked around the room, using his shirt to fan himself and as much as I gawked at Katrina’s beautiful body, I watched him because if he made a move near her, I was gonna fling him out of here. KATRINADeep breaths, deep breaths… I had been taking deep breaths since Kane pulled his shirt off, then Ian and his sweatpants, and Kane’s sweatpants, and Cannon’s shirt... F*ck, I’m losing it in here.I resisted the desire to pul

KATRINA“Mummy…” I knew those small hands, Hilda. “Mummy!” She repeated, trying to shake me awake but I needed sleep after spending most of my night in a torture room WITH the Alpha Triplets, and also clearing things up with Henry while wearing only a towel. What a sh*tty day. “Mummy, look who’s here!”“Five more minutes, sweetie,” I shrugged, shifting away from her.Three seconds later—when I thought had left—someone small jumped on me and I startled awake. “Mummy, wake up!”“Hilda! Get off of me.”I heard Aurora’s giggles and Dash’s chuckles. That didn’t sound right. They were meant to be screaming for food early morning rather than laughing. And what was that Hilda said?I pushed my messy hair out of my face.‘I look horrible, right?’‘Not as bad as your morning breath.’‘Thanks, I feel much better.’‘You’re welcome.’I looked into Hilda’s azure eyes. That was the first but last thing I wanted to see.“Look! It’s Uncle Henry!” she squealed as my eyes widened. I turned to a sofa on

KANEHer wet panties slid down her legs as she climbed out of it, advancing to me with a rhythmic movement of her lick-able feet. She removed the band imprisoning her hair, and it dropped, its length causing it to fall over her breasts, covering the orbs of pleasure as her seductive smile caused my d*ck to harden.Her slow steps towards me inflamed me but I groaned when her warm inviting hands caressed my d*ck, and her tongue flicked my nipple piercings, making me moan louder.My hands swathed her waist… I loved her curves, they were everything. She hissed when I pinched her a*s, biting her lip with desire. I imagined the delight of pushing her into me, pounding her… f*ck, I could die for that.I caught her as she hopped on me, the sound of her flesh on mine humming in our ears as I slid my d*ck into her wet hole and gave it to her hard. Teasing her would only torture me… f*ck, I couldn’t do that to myself.Her moans loaded my ears and I kept her on me with her hands enfolding my neck

KATRINA“Willow?” Cannon asked, putting his glasses on as he read the contents of the paper. I had so many questions about that paper because it didn’t match the hard-feel crumbly and brown look of the Grimoire’s pages. It was unreal to think that it fell behind us without us seeing it. “That’s the meadow.”“I thought so,” Kane said, tapping his fingers on the glass of his whiskey. He’d poured it two hours ago but not a drop touched his mouth. We were seated in a room of the packhouse’s clinic, which was on the lower floor. It had that hospital feel and setting, except the rooms were smaller and most were unoccupied. Charles was still working on the disease and I had to say, I was losing my patience. It was evening and Hilda’s color hadn’t returned.“So? What’s up with this meadow?” I asked, impatience evident in my voice.“Didn’t you pass that sh*tty portal to get here?” Ian said and ever since his smoke strike, he always had one in his mouth and was probably regretting the strike