Claimed By My Three Alphas
Chapter 20

LEVI'S POV

I entered the dark space I was familiar with, and my hands were still fisted, my eyes blazing in fury as I walked into my room angrily. Asher was seriously ticking me off and it took all the control I had to restrain from having his head chopped out and sent to father as a lovely gift. First, he lied about the 'important talk. To think I'd fallen for his whole reconciliation drama. I'd actually thought my brother had come to his senses and maybe, I don't know, things could be back to the way they were before that pest of a girl came along. I was wild, but I started to suspect when Asher acted really indifferently and strange.

I was well aware that when it comes to Amery, amongst the three of us, he was always on high alert and wanted to be the one in front. Sometimes, I was tempted to feel bad for Amery. She was deeply falling for a game that seemed to be getting more tangled as the days sped by. A game that was bound to forge our rivalry.

It was obvious Asher had ulterior motives, which was evident when he told me he was having the upper hand with Amery, and the smug smile that was plastered on his face - one he never had when he was anywhere near her. He just wanted to win this game to have her as some type of trophy.

There and then, I realized the truth.

Asher was not righteous and had never had Amery in his heart. He wanted her, her body, her scent. He wanted to mark her, as his and his alone. Not for love, but sheer l**t.

The thought of him hovering and doing things to Amery spun my head and irritated the f**k out of me. I remembered the last warning I gave Amery - I was the only one who could give her the pleasure she seeks, and I knew for a fact that she obviously enjoyed and loved my kind of pleasure.

Perhaps she's a masochist after all. I don't need her to verbally attest to that, her body reactions said something different than what she would obviously say if she had the chance.

I loved to see her beg for my touch. I loved the longing and expectation that shone in her eyes when my fingers were deep into her core, the way her lips shot up in sheer pleasure, making me feel satisfied, but things almost went wrong that day...

I almost lost control of my wolf.

I could feel it slowly take over as its desire and urge to mark her there and then was so strong that if I had not threatened to kill her, I'd have lost all control and I don't know how messed up things would have been by now.

I walked through the familiar dark space, deep in thoughts as I entered my room. I slowly stripped off my pant, laying them softly on the bed, the cold air from the starry night flooded into my room as a familiar scent whooshed past my nostrils. Amery!

I eyed the darkness warily - there was no way on earth she would be in my room. It should be just my imagination messing with me. But it came again, her scent so strong that it filled the room and the fire I felt around her kindled as my brain was on high alert. "Amery..." I coated my voice with coldness and steel as I have practiced for years, but no response came.

I smirked into the darkness, she loves hide and seek games so much.

I pause for a minute, waiting to hear any muffled scream or sounds but none came - except the gentle thudding of her heart. I walked toward the side lamp on the table, flicking it on as I looked around the room.

It didn't take me a very long time. I noticed some strands of hair poking out from under my bed. I walked towards it, slowly crouching to my knees, unbothered by how my member hardened with every step I took.

I pushed my hands under the bed, taking a fist of her hair. I pulled her out as she yelped in pain and her face reddened as she saw my state. I was stark naked, and my member was obviously aroused. She covered her eyes in shame, I pushed her away slightly. "If you knew you couldn't handle the sight of it, why did you come here?" I asked her.

It made no sense and spelt no good. What on earth was she doing here, under my bed?

She shouldn't be that shameless and slutty.

I walked towards her, using my index finger, I lifted her chin up and asked her one more time.

"Why are you here?"

"U-m...I just..." she stuttered, and my eyes widened in realization.

"Oh, poor baby wants my touch." I sneered down at her. "How much more pathetic can you be?"

As I spoke, my body burnt with deep fire as dark thoughts ran through my mind. Things I wanted to do to her, here and now on my bed.

Her doe eyes made it all worse for me to think straight and hold my cool. Her breast rose and fell with every breath, her n*****s pointing out of the chiffon shirt she wore.

I could see her eyes glance occasionally at my hardened member. No words were said, just a sensual heat that almost joined our bodies into one.

I suddenly felt the sudden urge, the need to mark her. My wolf stirs and made me restless - he was hungry, dying for a taste of her. I balled my hands into a fist and streams of sweat appeared on my forehead.

"Let me tell you, Amery." I warned. "I am not like the others, I won't have you sneaking in here like a slut. Don't you ever come into my room again. Now, leave!" I pointed toward the door.

I saw the look of shock flash through her eyes before she sprinted right out.

At the sound of the door bang, I let out a huff. My c**k hardened so tight that for a moment, I thought it would burst. I managed to get myself together, making a mental note to call my girlfriend tomorrow. I really needed to release this.

I dragged my tired body toward the bathtub and unconsciously lay inside it, the warm water casting warmth through my body. It was just what I needed, and I let out a content sigh.

That was until sharp pain shot through my skin, like a thousand scalding needles pierced in. Suddenly, I let out a fierce growl as my skin burnt and reddened right before my eyes. "Argh!" I yelled, my voice echoing throughout the house.

What the f**k did that little b***h do?