She behaves like a wild animal! Zyran yelled at his brother, who was sitting there, visibly angry.
The three of them were utterly exhausted from everything their mate had put them through; they all knew she was trouble without a doubt.
When they had smacked her ass,they each tried to control themselves,they could see how she enjoyed being beaten in the ass,and her arousal was strong in the air.
"We are animals," Kravin joked, earning a sharp glare from his brother.
"That's not the point," Zyran growled, his frustration evident. "Right?" Vlad added, growling in agreement.
"Maybe we should just get rid of her and let our wolves tear us apart from within," he snapped at his brother, who suddenly froze, fear washing over him for the first time in his life.
The thought of killing his mate, or even imagining her dead, terrified him more than anything else in the world. His wolf growled in his mind, and even Vlad seemed to finish his thoughts as the words left Zyran's mouth. He hated that his brother was being ungrateful after all those years of waiting for a mate.
He understood that Zyran was disappointed from the mate he got, after all she wasn't what any of them had expected, but they could never dream of anything happening to her, Zyran was broken form inside, he couldnt think , he felt a strong bond towards his mate,his wolf wanted nothign but to fuck her, bond with her,but he kept refusing the bond, he wanted the bond broken.
Who would want a whore for a mate, a stipper, he thought as he clenched his fist and glared at his brothers, who no doubt saw no need in breaking the bond with their mate.
"How are we going to control her? She…" he started, but Vlad interrupted with a growl.
"If you don't want her, then leave… I'm tired of your constant nagging," Kravin growled back at his brother, who frowned in response.
"We're going to be arriving at the castle soon. Sooner or later, the world is going to ask questions. We can't present them with a half-baked queen; you know that," Zyran snapped, and his brothers knew he was right.
"Then we train her; there's no other way. We need someone who is going to oversee her. You don't have to worry, Zyran; she will be perfect. The goddess never makes a mistake," Kravin responded to his brother, who looked at him with a glimmer of hope.
He nodded,but deep within him was a shimmer of doubt.
The plane landed, and by the time they stepped out of the room, they found their mate asleep, bound like a child to her seat, her head thrown to the side, her eyes half-open, and a soft snore escaping her mouth.
They found her utterly adorable and took their time to look at her; indeed, she was a beauty, a blonde beauty, with flowing hair that cascaded over her body like gentle waves. She had large breasts that could easily fill their hands and an hourglass figure that was simply perfect.
And they adored her.
As Kravin began to unbuckle her restraints, her eyes opened wide, and he froze, expecting her to lash out at him. To his surprise, she asked, "Are we there yet?" in a sweet tone that shocked the brothers.
Nerina understood that there was no point in fighting the brother; they were far stronger than she was. Moreover, she was in a strange land with them, and there was nowhere she could possibly overpower them. So, all she planned to do was pretend to be cool with everything, and if luck was on her side, she would find a way to slip away when they let their guard down and make her way back to London.
"Yes," Kravin responded, confused. Just as he finished untying her, she stood up and stretched her body, yawning in the process. The brothers remained alert, waiting for her to make a move so they could grab her, but she looked at them with a puzzled expression.
"Are we going to stand here and stare all day? Because I'm tired, I need to change my clothes, and I need to eat," she snapped.
"Let's go." Just as Kravin attempted to pick her up, she stiffened and said, "Hell no, I can walk."
Zyran took off his coat and walked over to her, handing it to her to prevent her from catching a cold. "It's going to be quite cold; you may need this," he whispered slowly. She reached out, took the coat from his hands, and put it on. It was a bit oversized for her, but it did the job.
They found her utterly adorable and took their time to look at her; indeed, she was a beauty, a blonde beauty, with flowing hair that cascaded over her body like gentle waves. She had large breasts that could easily fill their hands and an hourglass figure that was simply perfect.
And they adored her.
As Kravin began to unbuckle her restraints, her eyes opened wide, and he froze, expecting her to lash out at him. To his surprise, she asked, "Are we there yet?" in a sweet tone that shocked the brothers.
Nerina understood that there was no point in fighting the brothers; they were far stronger than she was. Moreover, she was in a strange land with them, and there was nowhere she could possibly overpower them. So, all she planned to do was pretend to be cool with everything, and if luck was on her side, she would find a way to slip away when they let their guard down and make her way back to London.
"Yes," Kravin responded, confused. Just as he finished untying her, she stood up and stretched her body, yawning in the process. The brothers remained alert, waiting for her to make a move so they could grab her, but she looked at them with a puzzled expression.
"Are we going to stand here and stare all day? Because I'm tired, I need to change my clothes, and I need to eat," she snapped.
"Let's go." Just as Kravin attempted to pick her up, she stiffened and said, "Hell no, I can walk."
Zyran took off his coat and walked over to her, handing it to her, not wanting her to catch a cold. "It's going to be quite cold; you may need this," he whispered slowly. She reached out, took the coat from his hands, and put it on. It was a bit oversized for her, but it did the job.
"I command you to behave normally in front of the human," he ordered, and the wolves all stood rigidly, refusing to meet their king's gaze.
"We should get moving; we have a dinner to attend in just a few hours, and we certainly wouldn't want to be late," Kravin remarked, while Vlad smiled at his mate, who was still deep in thought, trying to grasp the situation unfolding around her.
"Would you do us the honor of gracing our car with your presence?" he said in a jovial tone, adding a light laugh that startled the wolves nearby; some gasped as they witnessed a side of him they had never encountered before.
After all, they knew the triplets to be the most ruthless and brutal kings; they rarely smiled or joked, remaining distant and cold, avoiding interaction with everyone.
"I love too..." Neria squeaked, having been jolted back to reality. Deep down, she understood that she was in a precarious situation.
These men were anything but ordinary, which would make her escape quite challenging. However, she believed that if she maintained her composure, acted intelligently, and earned their trust, she might find a way back home.
She hopped into the car, marveling at the beauty and luxury of the interior. The three brothers entered and took their seats beside her.
Kravin reached for a bottle of wine from a small corner and poured some into a glass, offering it to her.
"Wine?" he inquired. She froze, staring at his smiling face, fully aware that she couldn't trust him just yet; after all, he might have intentions to knock her out. It would be foolish to trust someone who had kidnapped her.
"No , thanks, i'm good"she said and just then, her stomach made a loud sound, she froze,and gave the brothers a smile,she hasn't eaten in hours, she didn't know how long it was since she was kidnapped, but she knew it would be over twenty four hours.
The car began moving, when Vlad nobbed ,at the driver.
And the three brothers held their breath of what was to come, after all they were to bring their mate, into a different world, one they don't know if she would survive.