Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Xanthea]

"They are going to pay for this. I'll make them fucking pay for this!" Ezra growled darkly as his eyes glowed with danger. I stepped back from him, still shielding Mrs. Millers behind me.

"Ezra..." Raven stepped towards him.

"No, Raven, stay out of this! They have offended me. This is personal, Raven. They'll pay the price for taking us lightly."

His words still hung in the air. Invisibility curtained his frame as he stepped around and vanished into thin air.

I blankly peered at the air where he stood seconds ago with stalled air in my lungs. Every fiber in my body pulsed with trepidation.

Raven let out a casual sigh as he sat back on the chair calmly. Asher followed as if nothing had happened.

"He isn't offended, is he?" Raven mumbled, examining the teacup.

"Nope. He is clearly triggered..." Asher replied, taking another sip of his tea.

I knit my brows. Triggered? What could have triggered him?

"Hmm, well. What do you reckon he's gonna do?" Raven raised his teacup to his nose and took a sniff. He lifted his eyebrows as if he liked the aroma.

"He doesn't really know how to cope with his wrath. So, he is gonna do something extreme. Something that would quench his rage and anything that quenches his rage can't be mediocre, so..." Asher shrugged. "He did say it was personal, right? So that means we aren't going to be responsible for what he does, right?" Raven took a small first sip of his tea and nodded as if he liked what he tasted. "Technically, no. But what if someone questions us?" Asher took another sip.

"Well, we aren't really answerable to anybody, are we? We are the demon lords. No one has it in them to question us," Raven said with a proud smirk.

"Not really, but what if we need to answer someone? What are we gonna say?" Asher placed down his empty cup on the saucer.

"We'll say he's adopted, not our real brother," Raven suggested with a stoic face.

"Nice idea. But that won't work. His face is similar to ours, and what about his DNA and genetics?"

"We'll say he had plastic surgery and I can easily fake the DNA results."

"Yeah, well, that's a great idea. But we can't disown him. He is our precious hot headed brother. Whatever he does, we'll stand by his side."

"Always," Raven said, placing down his half-empty teacup.

Their conversation had made me even more nervous. A cold sweat turned my palms clammy. The uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified, twisting and churning with each passing second. "W-what is he gonna do?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Well, let's just say you triggered a part from his past that he isn't really fond of. So, he is gonna do something that quenches his wrath," Asher said.

"You can't tell her about it?" Raven warned Asher.

"I wasn't going to. It's Ezra's past. So, she can know about it only if he wishes to share it with her and I don't think he is ever going to do that. So let's change the subject," Asher said, lifting his gaze to me. "But one thing's for sure," Raven fixed me under his scrutiny. "Whatever he does, he is gonna make sure you watch it."

Raven's words made things even worse.

"Don't worry, he'll come to get you when he is done," Raven said, sliding Ezra's teacup towards me. "Until then, sit down and have some tea. I usually prefer coffee, but the tea was ok. At least your cooking skills are worth something, omega. Let me give you some free advice since I liked your tea-it'll be better if you relax beforehand and try to appreciate what he shows you. It'll calm him down sooner."

"Our brother has a few screws loose, and he loses them completely when he is angry, so just bear with him," Asher said. "And the tea was delicious, Xanthea. We don't get such flavorful, but light tea in our pack."

"Oh, that's because I prepare the tea leaves myself in the small garden I have," Mrs. Millers chimed in as if the disappearance of one angry demon lord didn't affect her at all.

"Really? Can I get the recipe? Turns out I am quite fond of tea," Asher said.

"Since when?" Raven cocked a brow.

Asher sneaked a glance at me. "Since today."

"Sure demon lord. I use green tea as a base and I add some herbs and dried flower petals..." Mrs. Millers wrote down the tea recipe for Asher. It looked as though for him nothing was more important than paying undivided attention to her explanation for getting the right temperature to bring out tea's natural flavor.

Meanwhile, I sat, fidgeting with my fingers, glancing now and then in the air where Ezra had disappeared.

A chill raced down my spine just moments before Ezra reappeared in a gust of teleportation.

Heat prickled on my back, charging my body with a flush of goosebumps as the air in the room thickened with Ezra's intense, unforgiving presence right behind me, a suffocating blend of tension and foreboding.

A wave of paralysis swept over me. I couldn't even move a finger. Taking a short broken gasp from my mouth, I gulped hard as the hair stood on my neck.

I felt all that within seconds of his arrival and in the next second he had seized my upper arm, pulled me to my feet and turned me around to face him.

Half of his face was covered in soot. His clothes were stained with cinder. His eyes were psychopathically stretched wide in a frigid, blank gaze. He had a completely disheveled look on his face as he panted slightly. He had a faint smile that just made his appearance even more psychotic, daunting, and repulsive.

Scared, I reflexively took a step back, but he seized both my arms and dragged me with him, pulling me into the air as he teleported again.

I shut my eyes, trying to cope with the giddiness because of teleportation when a strong smell of smoke hit my senses and I opened my eyes with a snap just to see myself standing on the end of the highway that was cut through the tallest hill of the Virgo pack.

Huge flames roared at the sky as thick clouds of smoke turned the sky red. A mirror reflection of almost the entire pack that was burning below my feet.

It took me a few long seconds to comprehend the situation. But when the realization struck, a gut-wrenching cry tore from my throat. Desperate, I covered my ears with trembling hands and squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to shield myself from the agonizing screams of people and the visual horror of people burning alive.

Ezra grabbed my wrists and hugged me from behind as I struggled to stand on my shaking legs.

He chuckled, placing his chin on my shoulder. Sinking into my neck, he pressed his nose against my violently throbbing veins.

"Enjoy this, Xanthea. I did it for you! Do you like it? How does it feel to see them burn?" He whispered in my ear, nibbling on it.

Gasping, I refused to open my eyes. It was a nightmare, just a nightmare. It had to be. It was just a very long dream. I would wake up soon sleeping with my mother's diary by my side.

"Isn't it arousing to see them burn? The people who never cared about you. The people who want you dead. Tell me how you feel. Show me the pleasure you feel running in your veins right now. Ah~," he moaned in my ears as he unchained my dress from behind.

He pressed our lower bodies together.

"Can you feel my arousal, little angel?" He pressed his erections against my ass, grinding his hips against mine. "Fuck, this feels so good, isn't it, Xanthea?"

His arm wrapped around my waist as he forcefully held me against himself. In a swift motion of his hand, he tore off my dress from the front, revealing my breasts.

"Stop it! Stop all this! Please! I don't want this! I don't want this!" I cried.

"No, you want this! Your body does! just look how hard your nipples are for me," he chuckled, squeezing my breasts as he rolled and pinched my nipples.

"I don't want this..."

"Shhh! Listen! Listen to those screams. Isn't it the sweetest melody you have ever heard, Xanthea? One of those screams could be of the person who burned your books. Doesn't that excite you? HUH! Tell me how good this makes you feel. To see them burn! To see the people who burned down your mother, your mother's last memories! You are enjoying it, aren't you, little toy! AHAHAHAHA!"

His laughter rattled through my bones.

I shook my head, wailing as the scent of smoke scorched through my lungs.

The royal Virgo palace was on fire and so were the surrounding areas. Most areas that Ezra burned down were all high end and heavily developed and populated areas.

He grabbed my chin, squeezing my cheeks. He made me look at the royal palace through my bleary gaze.

"Look! Look! Look at them burn, Xanthea!" He broke into laughter. "Show me how good this makes you feel. You like it, don't you? Haha... show me how much you love it, little toy."

He lifted the hem of my dress as his hand slid under my panties.

"Oh yeah! Fuck yes! You feel it to your core. So wet."

He thrusted his fingers inside me while the heel of his palm pressed against my clit.

"Watch! Just watch! Watch them all turn into ashes!"

"N-no! No! T-t-they are innocent..." I mumbled through my chokes, struggling to get as far away from his touch as I could.

"Innocent?" My back collided with his hardline body as he pulled me back against himself. His fingers worked roughly inside me in punishing thrusts.

"Innocent?" He whispered in my ear, gritting his teeth. "Who among them is innocent, little toy? The family who already wants you dead? The alpha, the father who abandoned his own daughter, a princess, his own fucking blood in slums. In conditions worse than a beggar's? Or the stepmother who didn't think twice before discarding you to us? Or the stepbrother who threw you out of the running car, broke your bones and almost ran a car over you had we not interfered? Or the stepsister who laughed and cheered them as they broke you piece by piece? OR THE PACK WHO SAW EVERYTHING AND REMAINED SILENT and treated you like TRASH!"

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"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" A screech tore through my throat as I fell to my knees.

I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes.

There was a strong gust of wind, and out of nowhere, a car tore through them.

Ezra picked me up and pushed me against the bonnet of Raven's car.

"Enjoy the show while I fuck you, angel. It would have been so much better if there were fireworks, cliche romance," he said.

Lifting my legs, he slid me up onto the bonnet. Sliding down my panties, he tossed it on the rearview mirror of the car.

He unzipped his fly and his cock sprang out.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes as he plunged inside me in a powerful thrust.

"Fuck!" He groaned. "Your ass feels good, but your pussy feels like heaven." My body bobbed against him as he began thrusting faster.

He grabbed my hair and forced my face towards my burning pack.

"Eyes on your filthy pack, angel. Watch them burn as I take you."

Tears streamed down my eyes incessantly and all I wished now was all of this to end. Everything about this situation. But there was nothing I could do about it than to beg him to stop.

"Please... ah! Please... stop! Please..." I held his shoulders.

Ezra shut his eyes, burying himself in the depths of my core.

"If you really want him to stop, just tell him what he wants to hear," Raven whispers in my ears. I didn't even realize when he got out of the car. "Tell him how pretty your pack looks right now. Tell him how happy this makes you. Thank him. He'll stop." Suppressing a moan, I reached out and placed my hand on his soot-stained cheek.

Biting back my tears, I said.

"Alpha Ezra... t-t-thank you..." Tears stung sharper than the smoke in my eyes. "It's p-pretty, my b-burning pack. Thank you for doing this for me. I'm happy... so happy..." I broke into whimpers.

"Fuck!" He gritted his teeth, exploding inside me. He pulled me into a crushing hug. "We'll make it. We'll make it!"

A whole another set of emotions took over me as I felt his shivering hands stroke my hair. I seemed to have borrowed the new clump of pain in my chest from Ezra's words and the weak tone he spoke them in. I hesitantly wrapped my arms back around him.

I looked at the royal palace blankly as the flames that reached out for the sky settled down, leaving behind a charred palace and a burned down pack.

"Let's go home... together... we'll make it..." he said breathlessly.

I nodded, swallowing down the dry tightness that raged in my throat.