All Chapters of Mated to My Triplet Alpha Brothers: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

[~♠CORAL♠~]“I don’t expect forgiveness overnight, moonbeam, I understand that. But I hope you’ll give us a chance to prove ourselves to you. We’ll do anything to regain your trust.”I tousle in bed as my mind runs away with me again. The sun was already above the horizon, the curtain sways softly to the breeze and the cloud drifts lazily across the sky. The warm comfort of my room surrounds me as I stare out my window. The sky looked serene but my mind, however, was far from it. A heavy feeling clings over my chest. I hug my pillow and let out a frustrated cry into it. Raegan’s words were a constant echo in my mind, invasively and eluding me of sleep. My mind and heart stirs with emotions that I thought I'd buried away. Their actions, their secrets and the apologies swirled together in a jumbled mess in my head.My thoughts were a maze and It felt as though my mind was constantly plunging into the core of an eruptive core. I didn’t know which part to take or which emotions to trust.

[~♠CORAL♠~]“Is it to your liking?” I hear Raegan’s cool baritone voice question beside me and my attention snaps up to him. He’s seated next to me, his short white hair grazing his forehead as he watches me with a look in his eyes.I nod, looking back down at the breakfast buffet on the dining table but especially at my pancakes, topped with whipped cream and wild blueberries.“I’m glad to hear it. I guess I haven’t lost my touch yet.” He says and I sneak a glance up at him but his intense ice blue orbs catches mine. The look in his eyes morphs into one of content and he smiles softly at me, his orbs glinting a silvery glow.I sweep my gaze back to the table, it lands on Kiara at the other side of the table and she’s in her own world, her sole focus being the dishes on the table. In addition to the pancakes, bread and cookies, Raegan also went out of his way to make cream stew, bacon, fried eggs and served with orange and sweet lemon juice and tea. I get that he wanted to make me bre

[~♠CORAL♠~]The sound of Rune’s voice has my footsteps faltering and my head perks up to stare into enigmatic amethyst eyes— those pools of surling violet and lavender purple mixed hues that I’ve always found fascinating.Rune has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. They were the kind that stuck to you, the unforgettable dazzling gaze that shone like the purple stone of the necklace I love wearing.I breathe in his scent for the first time in a while; I was so caught up in my emotions with Raegan that I didn’t notice him standing by the door until he called my name.His scent is a perfect balance of spiciness and earthiness. It gives off a sense of comfort; one that makes you want to soak yourself into it.My head shifts to the door he stood in front of, catching the faint scent of Damian and I’m almost tempted to ask about him. I purse my lips instead.“Are you heading out?” His question has me turning my attention back to him. He digs his hands into the pockets of his black trou

[~♠CORAL♠~] It was a reflex action on my own part but soon enough I realize my action when I feel Rune tense up from my touch when I hide behind him. He looks down at me from the corner of his eyes and watches me with slightly wide eyes and I make to move away from him but he willfully wraps an arm around me. His action surprises me but I don't move from my spot and I fluster myself by breathing in his spicy scent mixed with the soothiness of earth. His body relaxes and for a second I thought he seemed delighted before a cold, predatory look coated his features again as he faced Regent again. I follow his gaze to meet Regent’s brown eyes. There's a wide look in his gaze as he reads my face and I pray he doesn't recognise me. Their gaze made me uncomfortable and I'd always dreaded it since the night of my eighteenth birthday. Shock. Disgust. Envy. They didn't have to say anything because their faces showed a ridiculous amount of their thoughts. I saw it all that night. And m

[~♠CORAL♠~] “Welcome home, Princess.” Damian greets at the entrance of the house, the corner of his mouth tilts with a smile, the very ones that reflect in his eyes. His body hulks the entrance as one of his hands rests against the door frame and the other one rests unto the handle. Before I can react, Damian’s fingers brush against mine as he takes the bags from my grasp and swiftly pulls me into his embrace. His hand encircles my waist and the warmth of his palm seeps into my clothes, sending a sudden shiver down my spine as he draws me closer. His chest presses against me and I inhale his familiar scent, a rich blend of vetiver; woody and earthy, rooty and citrusy with a hint of leather and smoke. His scent reminds me of a crackling campfire and the uninhabited wild, like the deeper parts of the forests, one that leaves me feeling overly overwhelmed and heady. My heart quickens from the sudden invasion and a feeling like unease flutters in my stomach like a bird trapped in