The Triplet Alpha Kings’ Plaything

Chapter 10: A Tale Of Lust And Revenge

Aiden’s POV

Moans filled my room and for the first time in a long time, I found the sound almost irritating, wishing for peace and quiet.

Soon, I told myself, focusing on slamming my d**k into my flavour of the week, a voluptuous blonde mated wolf that had caught my eye when I went down into town for business. I couldn’t even remember her name, because all I had wanted when I saw those t**s that nearly popped out of her floral dress was to sink my d**k between them and then fill all her holes.

This was the second time this week that I had sent for her, with just a day interval between our last tryst and even though I saw the satisfied look on her face, perhaps thinking that she was something special to have been invited again so soon, all I could think about was what had happened back at the infirmary with Zora.

In a world where people sought attention like a valuable treasure, her indifference was like a rare gem that caught my eye. Everyone around me wanted my attention, but she was different. She didn't seem interested in impressing me like the others. Her unique behavior intrigued me. When our eyes met, there was something different in her gaze – no signs of the usual admiration. It was like she was silently challenging me, and I couldn't resist trying to understand her mystery.

Before I realized what was happening, I picked up speed, thrusting into that slick hot p***y over and over again as she arched her back and pushed back into me, bent on all fours but instead of keeping my eyes open, I closed it and found myself imagining Zora beneath me, wondering if her p***y would feel tight around me.

Letting out a roar as my fantasy drove me to orgasm, I pulled out of the blonde and rushed into the bathroom, quickly rubbing myself off as I came over the wet tiles.

I didn’t know how long I stood there but as time passed, I felt a hint of irritation because I was running late for a really important meeting with my brothers. Quickly taking a shower, I walked out of the bathroom signaled for the lady to leave, my thoughts shifting to the pressing matters at hand.

The world we lived in was one of power and ambition, and it was crucial to stay focused on that path, because that was what had brought my brothers and I this far after everything that had happened to us.

As I joined my brothers in the study, the weight of purpose hung in the air as my attention pivoted to the critical matter before us – the expansion of our property holdings. The room seemed to hum with an electric charge, a palpable energy that surged through the air like a current. My gaze darted between my brothers, each of us conscious of the gravity of our collective ambitions. As much as we looked the same, we couldn’t be anymore different from each other.

With the shift in conversation, the tenor of the room changed. Lucian, his eyes alight with curiosity, leaned forward. "So, what's the plan, Aiden?" he inquired, a hint of eagerness in his tone. His usual exuberance had taken on a more focused edge, aligning with the gravity of the discussions.

Damon, the embodiment of quiet contemplation, chimed in with his characteristic precision. "We should consider acquiring properties near the northern border," he suggested, his voice measured and almost withdrawn. "It would provide strategic advantages and extend our influence over that region."

By that region, he meant close to where we had once called home.

Nodding at Damon's suggestion, I allowed my gaze to sweep across the table, a sense of shared purpose connecting us. "Exactly," I affirmed, my tone carrying a steely resolve. "Our reach must extend further, our dominion expanding as we claim each piece of territory."

Lucian's grin widened as his excitement intertwined with his signature levity. "Well, I can already picture our banner flying high over those lands," he mused, his words infused with an air of playful optimism.

Damon's response was more measured, rooted in practicality. "We must ensure our strategy is foolproof," he stated, his voice reflecting the depths of his meticulous thought process. "Every detail matters, from negotiations to execution."

I leaned back in my chair, absorbing their input, their perspectives merging into a cohesive strategy. "Indeed," I concurred, my eyes locking with each of theirs. "Meticulousness is our strength. And with every piece of property we secure, our dominion strengthens."

The room seemed to pulse with the synchronicity of our intentions, the collective force of our ambitions driving us forward. In this moment, we were a united front, a force to be reckoned with as we plotted our path to supremacy.

Amidst the cadence of strategizing, one pack emerged in the forefront of my thoughts. It was the very one from which we had taken Zora – the girl who had unexpectedly crossed my path. The memory was a spark that ignited a slow-burning anger within me, a reminder of perceived offenses that fueled my desire for retribution. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table, my jaw clenching in response to the fierce emotions that surged within me.

A vow, unspoken yet resolute, formed in the depths of my consciousness. Justice would be served, retribution extracted for what was done to my brothers and I. The flames of revenge flickered, a driving force that would not be easily extinguished. As my brothers continued to discuss acquisitions and strategies, my thoughts remained momentarily anchored in the promise I had silently made. The time for payback would come, and I was prepared to be the catalyst that set it in motion.

And as quickly as thoughts of revenge came, they fade and paved way to thoughts of Zora yet again infiltrating my mind.

“What do you both make of Zora?” I posed the question, my gaze flitting between them, eager to gauge their reactions.

Lucian’s grin only widened, his amusement apparent in his response. “Oh, she’s definitely a pretty one,” he chimed in, his words accompanied by an easy shrug. It was quintessential Lucian – injecting a touch of levity into even the gravest of discussions.

Damon, always the composed and pragmatic voice among us, weighed his words with a detached precision. “She is like any other female,” he declared, his voice carrying an air of predictability. “Tried to run away, just like they all do.”

I observed Damon’s measured response, his detachment a stark contrast to Lucian’s playful observation. It was as if Damon saw through the façade, his words reflecting a reality he perceived beyond the surface. His assessment, though seemingly dismissive, held a depth that couldn’t be overlooked.

Damon's composed assessment only fueled my amusement, and I couldn't help but let a sly smile curl onto my lips. "Ah, Damon," I interjected, a spark of mischief dancing in my eyes. "But that's where you're mistaken." The thrill of anticipation was evident in my voice as I spoke, the subtle undercurrent of delight underscoring my words. "Her resistance, her attempt to escape – it's a sign of spirit. She is not just like any female."

The twisted satisfaction that bubbled within me was undeniable, a sinister pleasure derived from the prospect of breaking down her defiance. The thought of unraveling her will and molding it to my desires ignited something dark and exhilarating, like a forbidden thrill that coursed through my veins.

I leaned forward, locking eyes with my brothers, the challenge palpable in the air. "And in case neither of you is inclined to partake in the endeavor," I continued, my voice a dangerous murmur that held a hint of predatory hunger, "I'll gladly take the reins. Taming her fire would be a pleasure."

A dangerous grin curved my lips, the implications of my words slicing through the room like a blade. It was a proposition that spoke volumes about my intentions, the dominance that defined our world, and the machinations that orchestrated our every move.

After all, for all of her attitude and fiery temper, Zora’s still remained our plaything and the more we left her to herself, the more I was sure that she would lose sight of that.

A brief exchange of glances between my brothers conveyed a silent understanding. Lucian's playful charm, Damon's stoic pragmatism, and my own calculated mischievousness– they were pieces of a puzzle that fit seamlessly into the grand design for things and as different as we were, we were all still united by our hatred for one thing: The Red moon pack. Zora’s pack.

As our meeting continued, the tension remained as palpable as the air we breathed. The unspoken agreement that reverberated through our interactions underscored the shared understanding that we were no longer victims in the long started game that had seen us bruised and barterred. Our ambitions, desires, and destinies were intertwined, like threads woven into a tapestry of power struggles and strategic moves. Each of us had our part to play, and when it came down to it, my brothers were never going to let me down.