Claimed By My Three Alphas
Chapter 24

I had totally forgotten about the date that I was supposed to have with Asher.

Here I am, very fulfilled with the way I was spending the time. Quincy, no doubt, has a way of luring someone in. I still can't believe it was I who not so long ago had issues with staying here.

When I had stepped out of the bathroom and discovered that my dress and my undies were no more there, I was very furious and outrightly wanted to beat up whoever would dare to pull such a prank on me.

And when the maid had come and told me about what Quincy had said, I just felt like beating him up. I was irritated at first. But with time, I learnt to relax. It was just odd that I still had my towel on.

I couldn't lie, there was a connection between the two of us. I could just feel it. Out of the three, he was the outcast. It was the same case with me. In my human world, I was the outcast among my peers.

I guess that was the reason we could understand each other so easily. I still remember what it was like when I woke up to the sad reality of this place. While Asher and Levi had been more dramatic, Quincy was just by the side, watching. "Wow." I was still in awe of the drawing. "Okay, so you might not be the biggest jerk after all."

"There's a lot you don't know about me. And I'm glad you like it. I think I like your smiles even more than your frowns." He moved closer.

I looked into his eyes, then tightened my brows in a frown.

"Who says I like it?"

His eyes widened. "What? You don't like it?"

I laughed at his expression. "Come on, I mean that I love it. This is probably the best gift I've ever gotten."

He sighed in relief, rolling his eyes lightly. "You've got jokes, huh?"

"What? You don't like being teased too?" I laughed. "And you're still such an a*****e though. You made me hold the basket for nothing. Jerk."

He chuckled, then shrugged. "I didn't want to ruin the surprise. Who cares about the stupid apples when I had you right there?" "Don't flatter me, Quincy."

"You think this is just about empty flattery?" He scoffed out a laugh. "I don't tell lies, love. I've watched you from a distance, and I've also watched my brothers squabble over you. I've admired your beauty for too long. I've craved to feel your body against mine. You're everything needed to have a man like me addicted."

Now, he was close, maybe a little too close, invading my personal space with the deep, heavy words he threw my way, with his suffocating heat that filled my lungs with that irresistible scent. Most of all, he had me trapped under his spell. "Why are you saying all this now?" I breathed out.

"Because I seem to want you more every day. It's driving me insane."

Quincy leaned closer and when I tried to go back, he caught me by my waist. He held my stare, a seductive air pulling me closer into him. With the look in his eyes, I could feel my body vibrating. I was lost, lost completely in the intensity of this man. What's happening to me? I thought. The more I tried to push off the vibe, the more it took over me. His hand on my waist moved lower, lingering over my a*s.

"Quin-"

I was going to call his name. But the remaining letters were cut off when his muscles pulled on my waist and pushed me right against his chest, pressing me hard, the contact of our skin broke out a wild fire inside me. "Don't fight this. You want it too, don't you?" His voice dropped to a deep sensual whisper.

Damn it.

Was he asking for permission? He had already bent me into agreeing with him.

At this point, no part of me wanted him to stop. I could feel myself deeply lost in him. His hands grabbed onto my ass, carefully turning on my nerves. His lips grazed over mine, shots of electricity fired up between us. I was already lost. He began to trail down my neck with his lips, sending waves of heat down my core and my breath hitched.

A moan escaped my lips when he bit down softly on a spot.

'Amery, get a hold of yourself!' I said to myself.

But unfortunately, I was no longer myself.

Just in time, just when I was about to be gone for good, just when I was about to let him pull down my towel, a loud knock landed on the door, slapping back my senses into me.

"There is someone at the door." I whispered, pulling myself away from his grip.

"The person can wait." He tried to continue with his advances but my senses were already back to my control.

I had knocked the arousal off. At least to the extent where I could think somewhat clearly.

"It is enough." I said a little bit sternly. "I believe I have spent enough time here. Thank you for the drawing, but I'd be taking my leave now."

The knocks came more violently than it had been the previous time. He glared at the door for a while before walking toward it, taking out his spare key from his pocket.

When he opened the door, I was with him and the one standing right there was Asher.

For some reason, my heart crashed. His face was in no way looking good. He was furious. I could see it. But Quincy did not seem to give a damn about what he was thinking. Walking to me, he threw an arm over my shoulder.

"Asher, what an unpleasant surprise. What are you doing here?" Quincy asked, purposely trying to taunt him.

Asher glared at him, eyes holding a dangerous glint. His whole gaze was fixed on the hand that was around my neck. I'd never seen him like this before.

"What are you doing here, Amery?" He turned his cold expression to me, cutting me with the fury in his voice.

Before I could give him an answer or a possible explanation, Quincy cut in and continued with the taunt. "What does it seem like to you, brother? She's enjoying my company. Amery seems to love it in my room." "I did not ask you." Asher gritted out.

"But it's obvious though. My guess is that she forgot all about you. Poor boy."

Before I could know what was happening, Asher swung his fist forward and landed a bone-crushing punch on Quincy, then tried to pin him down to deliver more. A scream tore through my throat, but it didn't stop Asher from inflicting harm on his brother. Quincy eventually pushed him off, and Asher now turned angrily to me. Fear struck my heart at the darkness I saw in his eyes for the first time. Quincy and tried to pin him down. "Asher, it's not what you think. I got carried away-"

Without my permission, Asher cut me off by pulling me by my arm rather aggressively. Before I could object, Quincy tugged back from my other arm, determination written all over him. And just like that, I was pulled back and forth between both brothers like a rag- doll. Anger seeped into my blood. I became a tool in their tug-of-war game. But no! I won't take this.

"Enough! Both of you." I shouted.

The two of them stopped immediately.

"Oh, my god, grow the f**k up, you two! I am fed up with this nonsense. And Asher, if you'd just let me explain-"

"What exactly would you say, Amery? We had a date, you stood me up, all because you wanted to be Quincy's whore."

"What...?" My heart shattered.

"Don't f*****g look at me like it's a lie. You're in your towel, for goddess' sake. If you wanted to get f****d that badly, you'd have just said-"

I slapped him hard across the face before any more words could leave his lips. My heart bled at his accusation, even when he hadn't even tried to understand what happened. I was hurt that this was coming from Asher of all people.

I scoffed and just dashed off to the hallway, running as fast as my legs could carry me. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wished Quincy never stole my clothes to begin with.