Chapter 6 Chapter Six
Chapter Six
A dethroned Queen has the most depressed soul of all~ Lillyan Elyort.
Lillyan
Xarius stares at me as I take a desperate step back, my back hitting a tree behind me. My mind is racing fast at how intensely he’s staring at me, how his eyes are glowing so bright—evidence of a male wolf’s desire. I am aware of the wetness pooling in my panties, and I want to get away from here. Ever since what happened in my planet, how Carlos had betrayed me even though I gave him all of me, my desire for sex has disappeared. Which is not necessarily a good thing. How am I supposed to fall in love with a man, enough to take his heart and bring it back to my brothers?
Xander clears his throat, and my glare fixates on him. I haven’t forgiven him for kissing me that night. For exploring my mouth so thoroughly, I thought I’d melt on the spot. For snaking his hands all over my body, learning each part, and leaving his mark so much that my head began to swoon. No, I haven’t forgiven him for the fact that I enjoyed the kiss more than I should have. He looks like he’s about to speak, then that irritated look crosses his face. I know it’s an act. You don’t get irritated by someone you kiss like they’re the last meal on earth. He’s obviously putting on an act for his brothers.
“You’re my mate,” Xarius says, surprise in his tone, and something else I can’t recognize. I scoff. As if I’d accept a playboy like him. Correction; playboys like them. The anger that’d crossed my mind earlier this evening, the unfamiliar sensation and unusual jealousy that circled me when I passed by their room while they were having sex, can’t be forgotten. And it’s baffling. I don’t want to like them. I don’t want anything romantic to do with these sinfully gorgeous and arrogant men.
“The Moon goddess is mistaken,” I say, feeling weird at how casually I’m referring to myself. Gasps fill the night, and I see heads turning in my direction. Even the guys are wide-mouthed, like I said something forbidden.
“We don’t speak of the Moon goddess in that manner,” Xavier tells me, and I simply stare. I can’t speak of MYSELF in that manner? Great.
I find myself whispering a reluctant “sorry,” in the face of their admonishing stares, just at the moment the moon hangs properly in the sky. It’s glowing a very bright red, different streaks of moonlight casting on fated mates at intervals. I suspect that Qylier is overseeing the ceremony from above, or perhaps, one of my other brothers is.
A streak of moonlight shines straight at me. And Xarius. And Xander. My eyes widen as it lands on Xavier too. They growl deep in their chest, the sound igniting something within me. I need to get away from here. Right now too. I am their mate. Fucking hell. I won’t put it past the god of faeries to be behind this. How the hell does one get mated to three brothers?
My back presses hard against the tree and I try to breathe normally.
“Mine,” Xarius growls, his finger tilting my jaw, and inching closer. I’m feeling hot now. I know what is going to happen if I let them. The mating consummation. I think fast. There’s only one way to disrupt the mating process. My eyes dart to the quiet crowd behind the guys, at a safe distance.
“I reject you all as mates!” I shout desperately, igniting a warning growl from the guys.
Xander makes a face. “Good thing you have. I wanted to do so anyway.” He says cruelly, and despite the fact that I claim not to want them, my heart squeezes. The streak of moonlight doesn’t leave.
Xavier lips curl upwards. He’s the only sane one amongst the brothers. In my opinion, at least. But there’s something about him, something in the way he looks at me, something in the way he observes without saying a word, that makes me want to recoil. He’s dangerous. The quiet ones always are. I can’t tell what he thinks of my rejection.
“The Moon goddess thinks otherwise,” he gestures at the streak, still connecting myself and the triplets. My nose flares. I try to leave, but Xarius grips my wrist so suddenly that I almost push back on him.
He pulls me close, so my back is hitting his chest and my ass grinds on his…wait… My face reddens as I realize what it is. He breathes down my neck. “You’re rejecting us without saying your name. Aren’t you taking this too lightly?” He mocks, leaning down to nibble on my nape, and sending sparks of pleasure flying through my body. I have never felt this type of pleasure before. Xavier is looking at us with a different type of interest, and a fleeting shadow of jealousy. I can’t think clearly though.
“Let go,” I demand, my voice barely qualifying as a whisper. I don’t think my legs will bear my weight much longer, if I remain in his embrace. He grinds himself against my ass, a gentle movement that makes me shudder, and almost instinctively reaches back for him. I curl my hands and hold them together. Humiliation washes over me at how slutty I’m reacting to him. I reacted the same way to Xander too. The heck…
“Say it, again, Little Hawthorn,” he commands, and I almost fall to my knees. “Reject us again.”
I clear my throat—a puny attempt— and open my mouth to speak. I feel Xarius running a slender finger up my back. I’m dressed in a short open-backed purple dress. I hadn’t realized at the time that it’s an inviting color that every female that’s seeking a mate must wear. Now, taking quick glances at the she-wolves around, I know that I wasn’t thinking straight.
“I said–”
“Careful what you say next, Hawthorn. I’m not known for my patience. If you say something I don’t like, I’m going to fuck you till you forget your own name. And I’m going to do it right here, in front of everyone.” Xarius warns, and I go still.