Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Gina.

“You should have told us that you wanted to have it with all three of us instead of fantasizing about it,” Derrick said with a dirty smile hanging on his lips.

It was overly embarrassing that I would dream about making out with all my three mates; them, hearing me m**n out their names was a whole new level of embarrassment.

I could tell that my m***s had affected two of my mates more because of how they were swooning around me. If it had impacted Denver, he was good at not showing it.

Nevertheless, I was still so hot and horny that my pussycat was pulsing badly. But I was doing all I could to control my urge.

“It was just a dream; get over it,” I said dismissively to Derrick, and he started laughing.

“It was super hot to hear you m**n out our names,” Devon said while staring at me in his dark, lustful eyes, and I gave him the stop-playing-with-me look.

God!

These dudes are going to ruin me; their scent and my wetness are making me want to clench on all three of them.

“Come on, it will be fun; moreover, every one of us has fantasies about f*****g you too, so what is the big deal?” Derrick persisted.

I didn’t know why, but my eyes subconsciously went to Denver, who had been sitting quietly; it almost felt as if I was seeking his permission.

He held my eyes in his for a few seconds before taking them away, still not saying anything.

So, I contemplated what I needed to do at the moment. Yes, I was indeed in love with all three brothers, but smooching all three of them at the same time?

Is that what I want? What if I don’t end up with all three of them? Wouldn’t it be awkward?

I was still lost in my train of thought when I felt someone sitting beside me on the bed. I turned to see that it was Derrick.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I could tell that hearing me m**n out of my wet dream had greatly turned him on.

“What are you thinking about, babe? We are all your mates, so it’s not like you are doing something wrong,” he said, fully gazing upon my neckline.

“Give me time to think about it,” I said to him, as a way of getting him off my back.

“No problem, baby, you have until tonight to think about it,” he said, slowly sniffing in my scent as if trying to memorize it.

“Come on, please. I will tell you guys when I want to when you are ready, but now I am not ready,” I said, shutting my eyes for a few seconds to relieve myself of some tension.

Smooching each of my friends at different intervals is something I would consent to, but all at once, I would need a little alcohol for that to happen.

Desperate to change the topic, I asked,

“How come I woke up on the bed and you guys are all dressed up, though?” I asked as I was still surprised that I woke up alone in my bed when we all slept off in the sitting room.

“You all had slept off when I came to check up on you last night, so I brought you to the room to have a proper sleep,” Denver explained in a passive tone.

“Thanks,” I said to him, and he just nodded his head.

“So what time are we fixing?” Derrick, who was still trying to control his nastiness, said

“Time for what? I questioned him, completely blank at that moment, as to what he was talking about.

“To bring your dream to reality,” he said, attempting to place k****s on my lips, but I was quick to move far from him.

“God! “You are annoying,” I said while trying so hard to ignore the sparks I was getting from his teases.

After we all had breakfast that morning, they all left for their various duties, and I was busy making food to store in the fridge as I was getting low.

The triplets most times eat at my place, and that results in my stored food getting finished on time.

I had just started putting things together when I felt one of my friends walked into the kitchen.

Without turning back to look at who it was, I could already tell from his scent and aura that it was none other than Denver.

He was resting slightly on the kitchen door with both hands in his pocket. After a few moments of just standing there, he said,

“Are you going to do it? He asked, not particularly looking at me, but since we were alone, I knew I was the one he was referring to.

I immediately understood his question as I sighed deeply before turning to face him. I don’t know, but I think wanting to know how he felt about it was what made me try getting his brothers off my back.

“Honestly, I don’t know, but would you want me to do it?” I questioned him calmly, and he seemed to get a little uncomfortable before he answered me.

“I want to avoid being like I am dictating for you; all three of us are your mates. I might never get to know how that feels, but I just don’t want you to be cajoled into doing something you might later regret. I will suggest that you think about it thoroughly, and if you feel you are comfortable doing it with all three of us, then I support your decision,” he said, carefully picking out his words and letting out a deep sigh when he was done.

“Thanks,” I said to him, and he nodded with a faint smile.

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Third-person narrative.

Meanwhile, while the triplets struggled to win Gina’s heart, jealousy, and hatred brewed in Gwen’s.

She would most often hide in the dark to monitor Gina and the triplets’ activities. She was furious at how easily the fat omega girl who used to be her maid stole her mate’s heart.

And also, with the growing friendship between Gina and the sitting Luna, her chance of ever getting mated to the triplets was getting thinner by the day.

She wondered what they always talked about whenever Luna Miranda called Gina over for a cup of tea, and if Luna had picked Gina over her as the triplet’s mate.

She also wondered how Gina always manages to escape every trap she and her father have tried setting up for her.

For her to become important in the triplet’s life again, Gina had to disappear, and she was going to make sure of that.

She was secretly watching Gina laugh care freely with Devon one evening when she perceived the sweetest scent ever.

It was peaceful and comforting, and before she knew what to do next, she was sniffing around to see where the scent was coming from.

It was already dark, so it was easy for her to find her way around the place without being caught by anyone.

She trailed the scent to the servant quarters, and suddenly, her nose flinched at the thought of her mate being an ordinary servant.

Was this some sort of joke?

Nevertheless, the quest to know this person made her continue searching until she found Samuel sitting and resting his head on his hand.

“Samuel?” She called out to him, visibly irritated at the fact that he was her mate.

Despite a tiny voice within her telling them that Samuel was a good-looking young man capable of taking good care of her, Her pride and arrogance drowned out the little voice.

She wondered what in the world was happening to her. First, her triplets were taken from her, and now she has been mated to an omega.

What in the world was happening?

“Good evening, mistress,” Samuel said with a sigh as he stood up to face her. He was not a bit surprised that Gwen had come to look for him.

You see, Samuel had previously picked up her scent as a mate, but he was afraid of what might happen to him if he dared to lay claim to her.

Even though Samuel did not like her, he found himself subconsciously being pulled towards her because of the mate bond.

And somehow he was willing to try to become the mate she could be proud of if she gave him that opportunity.

She disgustingly sized him up and down and wondered why her life had to be so tricky. But again, she was quick to think that only Gina would be capable of such tricks and manipulations.

“You know what this means, right?” she questioned him.

“I don’t understand,” Samuel said calmly, his face still down.

What don’t you understand? Are you as dumb as you are poverty-stricken? “You have to reject me this minute,” Gwen said to him angrily.

“I can’t; you do it,” Samuel said calmly.

“What do you mean you can’t do it? Did you think that I would lower my standard and lifestyle to become your mate?” She asked with so much scorn in her voice.

Every word from Gwen’s mouth was like a dagger tearing at his heart. All through the years, he had prided himself on how much he had worked to become who he was.

Being only an omega and an orphan, the odds had never been in his favor, but he persisted and was positive.

But all of a sudden, his years of hard work seemed like a wasted effort, and he never imagined that his mate would want to reject him.

Feeling down and so shattered, he said,

“I know you can’t be my mate, and that is the reason I am giving you the honor of rejecting me,” he said to her sadly.

“Fine, I, Gwen Amel, reject you, Samuel, as my mate; you can choose to accept it or not, but if I get a little wind of this outside, I will personality see to it that you are executed,” she threatens him before storming out of the servants quarters angrily.

While leaving behind Samuel who was wincing in pain.

All through the night, she couldn’t sleep because she was scared that Samuel would go and tell someone that she was his mate.

So early the next morning, she went to her father’s house, and she was, as usual, well received by her father.

She told him the reason for her visit, how Gina had completely taken over the triplet heart, and how a poor servant in the palace was disturbing her and calling her mate.

Her father is furious about this but tells his daughter that, though his last plot to kill Gina was ruined, he has been working out other means.

He asked her to hold on and went into his store to bring out a basket of fresh fruits, which mostly consisted of big, juicy red apples.

They were so fresh that anyone who saw them would instantly desire to take a bite.

Gwen, on seeing her father, smiles, thinking that the fruits were meant for her.

“Do not make the mistake of taking even the tiniest bite from these apples; they are enchanted. A tiny bite can kill almost instantly.

Take this basket and give it to that servant who dared to call you mate.

Tell him to send the fruits to the fat slave girl, telling her that they’re from one of the pack members. I can bet she would find them irresistible, and the moment she ate from them, she would die instantly, and that slave would be accused of murder and put to death.” Lucas Amel said to his daughter:

Gwen’s face immediately brightened up as she thanked her father and happily hugged him. She was so certain that this new plan of theirs was going to work, come rain or come shine.