Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Forbidden feelings

Cyrius POV

My wolf growled low, a primal, guttural sound that vibrated through my chest the moment she pointed to her heart and uttered the words that shattered me:

"Caspian is the only one I will allow in."

Bullshit.

My fists clenched at my sides as the ache turned into fire. "You should allow me in," I snapped, voice cracked and desperate. "Why are you doing this to me, Hazel? Why are you so damn unfair?"

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Her silence felt like betrayal.

"They took everything from me," I snarled. "They took my throne. Now they’ve taken you. Why? Why do I always lose? Why are they always the ones who win?"

Her voice came out softer this time, barely a whisper. "No one is taking me away from you, Cyrius."

But I shook my head violently. "You don’t get it. I’m never yours," she added.

Wrong answer.

My voice rose, cracked with fury and pain. "You are literally my mate! You are literally the only woman who makes me feel like this. Who drives me mad! And now you’re pretending I don’t matter? That you feel nothing?"

I stepped forward, my energy barely restrained. "Fine. You don’t want to be around me? You don’t feel anything for me now? Then leave."

My voice dropped, rasped with something darker.

"Because if you don’t, Hazel... I swear to the goddess, I will grab you, and I will do naughty things to you. I’ll hold you in my arms and never let you go. I’ll kiss you until your lips are swollen, and then..."

I paused. My breathing was uneven now.

"I’ll f*ck you until you can’t walk straight. Until no man...no man..dares bat an eyelash at you..... I’ll take you apart piece by piece until no man dares breathe your way again. So now, please..." I dragged in a shaky breath.

"Leave, Hazel. Leave before I do those things to you."

I closed my eyes.

I needed her to go.

I needed her scent gone. Her presence. Her voice. Everything—just for one goddamn second so I could breathe.

But I still felt her. Her heartbeat—pounding l. The invisible pull between us growing magnetic and driving me crazy.

"HAZEL....." I growled again, eyes still shut. "I said leave."

She didn’t move. I opened my eyes.

Her face was flushed, beads of sweat glistening down her forehead. She clutched at her gown, trembling, as if trying to anchor herself to anything but me.

I stepped closer.

She stepped back.

I took another step.

She moved again, until her back hit the wall, trapping her between it and me. My hand braced against the wall beside her head, my body caging hers with barely an inch of space.

"Run, Hazel," I murmured, my breath brushing her skin. "Run, before I lose what little control I have left."

But instead, she looked up at me.

She didn’t run....She kissed me.

Her lips collided with mine in a rush of heat and desperation. Her hands trembled, but her mouth moved against mine like she was drowning—and I was the only thing keeping her above water.

It shattered me.

Her tongue pushed into my mouth, crashing against mine. I groaned, grabbing her waist, pulling her tight against my body. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tender. It was reckless and messy and raw.

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