All Chapters of My Triplet Alphas: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Steve’s POV I walked into the mart, my hands shoved deep into my pockets. The bright fluorescent lights sting my eyes, but I barely notice. My mind is too preoccupied, replaying the way Ava stormed off earlier.She’s been avoiding us. After school, Irish, Zayne, and I tried to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen. It’s driving me crazy. Ever since I found out she’s my mate, it’s been hell trying to control myself. My wolf wants her, wants to claim her, mark her. But I can’t.I grab a random snack off the shelf, not because I need it but because I need something to do. Something to pull my mind away from the burning frustration clawing at me. But it doesn’t help. Nothing does.The cashier barely glances at me at first, scanning the item like she does with every other customer. But then, recognition flashes across her face. Her eyes widened, and before I could stop her, she bowed her head.“Alpha’ Steve,” she whispers, her voice filled with respect.I clench my jaw.The movement ca

Ava’s POVSteve doesn’t move away.Instead, he presses his lips harder against mine, deepening the kiss. His lips move slowly, carefully, like he’s savoring the moment. His hands explore my body, trailing along my waist, my sides, and my back. The heat of his touch seeps through the thin fabric of my clothes, sending shivers down my spine.I don’t stop him.I can’t even think of doing that. Something inside me crumbles, breaking apart under the weight of his warmth. I feel powerless, completely lost in the way his mouth moves against mine, the way his fingers glide over my skin like he’s memorizing every inch of me. My body betrays me, melting into his, surrendering without resistance.But Steve suddenly pulls away, his body jerking back like he just snapped out of a daze. He takes a shaky breath, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His green eyes flicker with something unreadable, regret, maybe? Guilt?“I’m sorry,” he mutters, his voice rough, strained. “I shouldn’t have done

Ava’s POVThe morning sun filters through the window and I blink a few times before opening my eyes, my body still aching from yesterday’s ordeal. My face stings where Sarah slapped me. I push myself out of bed, my legs feeling heavier than usual. I don’t want to go to school, but I have no choice. If I skip, it’ll only give Sarah more reason to torment me. She’ll call me lazy, useless, a disgrace to the family. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I stare at my reflection. My eyes are slightly swollen from all the crying. My lower lip looks red where I bit it too hard last night. I look miserable. I feel miserable. But I don’t really have time to dwell on it, I’m used to it. After a quick shower, I slip into my uniform. The fabric is a little worn-out, the edges fraying from too many washes. I don’t care. It’s not like I have another option. I grab my bag, take a deep breath, and step out of my room.The house is quiet. Sarah is probably still asleep. Good. I don’t need her ruining my

Zayne’s POVThe moment I step inside the house, I know something is wrong, It’s too quiet, too empty for Ava to be inside. My footsteps echo through the wide space as I stride forward, my pulse hammering so loudly that I could hear the sound.I push open the first door on my right, my grip tight around the handle. Nothing. I check the next one empty. My movements grow rougher, more frantic, as I storm down the hall, yanking doors open, scanning every corner.Still nothing.Where the hell is she?My jaw clenches. She should be here. I left her here.I curse under my breath, frustration burning through me like wildfire. My body feels hot with irritation as I stand in the middle of the steps, my breathing harsh.I pull out my phone, dialing Steve’s number, but before the call can connect, I stop.No.I exhale sharply and shove the phone back into my pocket. I need to calm down. I’m not going to act like some restless, desperate fool.I turn on my heel, heading toward my room. I need a s

 Ava’s POV  My body stiffened at his demand. Get on your knees. I stared up at him, my stomach twisting into knots. The dim lighting of the room cast dark shadows over his face, but I could still see the glint in his eyes expectation, amusement, a cruel kind of patience. He thought I would obey him without question. He was wrong cause I’m not going to set his dirty thing into my mouth.  “No.” My voice was steady, though my insides churned with fear. His smirk faltered. He leaned back against the couch, tilting his head slightly, as if he hadn’t heard me properly. “What?” I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet his gaze. “I’m not doing that.” A grave silence filled the room. The air felt thick, suffocating.