All Chapters of Claimed By The Triplet Alphas : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VespaI felt a growing unease, knowing that the boys had been avoiding me ever since they found out about my connection with the witches. It felt like they'd suddenly become afraid of me.Golgotha's stupid tale kept echoing in my mind, but how could I believe such lies? If I were a witch, why wasn't there anything unusual about me?Hours grew into two days, and I noticed Ziah hadn't been coming to class. This fueled my irritation even more, and I decided to clear the air and put an end to this nonsense.I headed to the student union secretariat and sighed in relief from the quietness of the place. Then, I fished my phone from my bag and called Kai.His voice sounded unnaturally quiet and faded into a hushed stillness, while mine rose an octave."For someone who has always portrayed himself as the strong, fearless one, you heard crap about my association with witchcraft, and now you're suddenly trembling in fear. Where's all that spunk and boldness you claim to have?"I heard him sigh a

ZekeVespa trembled violently. A sharp, smoky, and repulsive witch smell drifted out of her pores. It stung my eyes and felt like I was swallowing hot soot from hell.I'd never experienced anything like this in my life. It was terrifying to see her in that state, so helpless and fragile. It was like watching someone's life slip away.But damn, that smell was killing me and suffocating my lungs. I wanted to be there for her and comfort her, but I couldn't come close without feeling like I was choking on toxic fumes.I've always known Kai was strong—maybe stronger than Ziah and I—but I never knew the extent until now. He was sweating and dying from the offensive smell, yet he had Vespa on his lap and sat on a concrete slab. "Vespa, stay with us," he cradled her like a baby. "You're going to be okay. We are going to find a solution for you."I grimaced and wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Ziah swallowed rapidly, stumbling back a step and coughing. Vespa's best friend Ria looked so te

VespaI woke up in the morning with a terrible headache. It was so bad that it felt like my head was about to burst open like melons. Groaning, I tried to shake off the discomfort, but the pain refused to leave.My head banged, and I slowly sat up, taking deep breaths to find some relief. I felt a dryness and scratchiness in my throat, which must have been the result of all the shouting and crying from the previous night.I couldn't explain what happened to me last night. It felt like I was possessed by an army of people invading my mind and telling me what to do. It was terrifying, and I never want to go through that again.I needed to figure out how to protect myself and regain control over my mind. I couldn't let all that darkness control me. Golgotha was fast asleep on a chair with her head tipped back in an uncomfortable position while peacefully asleep. I remember losing track of my spatial awareness and the trouble I caused for Ria and the boys.It made me feel terrible like I

GolgothaVespa dragged herself to the bathroom, and I felt an overwhelming grief. No mother in their right senses would want to see their daughter in such excruciating pain. I felt a deep and painful sorrow and a tightness in my chest that would not loosen.I blamed myself for everything, feeling guilty for bringing an innocent person into the world to suffer. I knew the consequences of having kids, yet I went ahead and got one. She was getting weaker and deteriorating.Her Lycan boyfriend sat at the edge of the bed, his face marked with loathing and disgust. I never knew someone could frown this hard, and if I didn't have powers on my own, I'd be scared by the intensity of his glare. He hated me so much.Not that I needed him to like me or anything, but I knew how much Vespa loved him, and he would be of immense help in saving her. Also, I didn't blame him; witches and Lycans were mortal enemies. No matter how I tried to prove to him that I never wanted to be associated with my coven

VespaI lay on the mattress, feeling empty and numb. I had no idea whether the spell casting worked on me or not. All I wanted was to be free from the witch's curse. It was so crazy how my life shifted from being a human without any knowledge of the supernatural to suddenly becoming the daughter of a powerful witch and three Lycans mate. Unfortunately, I didn't cherish the former, nor did I want to be part of this accursed coven. It all seemed demonic. Everything was going downhill. My life had turned into an unending string of failures and disappointments. All my life, I'd tried to find meaning in my existence. Even as a child, I knew something was off. I hate it here; I hate the ‘witch’ tag and didn't want it on me. I wanted my normal life back so badly that I would do anything to get it."I'll be fine," I chanted like a mantra, repeating over and over, trying to convince myself, but it didn't work. All I felt was sinking sadness and darkness. The door flung open, and I turned m