Claimed By My Three Alphas
Chapter 25

ASHER'S POV

I have never felt so tipped off and enraged like I am now. I saw fear evident in the house workers faces as I stormed into my room, shutting it with a loud bang that almost shook the foundation of the whole house. f**k! I don't care if it collapses, at least he gets to die one way or the other, even if I have to die along with him.

I paced around my room in anger, fierce heat pulling up my chest at the memory of Quincy holding her too close to him, clamping his hands around her, with the same devious grin he had when he found a new prey, dancing around his lips. Quincy is and would always be a playboy. He had lots of escape chicks back at the palace and had his way with any being in skirts. I turned a blind eye to that, I mean, it wasn't affecting me, so why should I react? But this was pushing his luck too far. I knew his intentions and he succeeded this time, but I can't guarantee that next time.

He must have gotten the wind that I had a date with Amery. He followed his plans and trapped her in his room.

That's what he is best at, scheming and toying with human emotions.

I knew for certain that this was just a fun game to him and he had not a single genuine love for Amery like he pretended to. After having his way with her, he would probably dump her or make her life a living hell. And no, I would not let that happen.

I'll make sure he doesn't have his way with her, and the only way to do that is to fight back with everything I've got.

As soon as he continues, he won't rest till he gets what he wants and I was sure he would if I don't come in now.

I paused on my tracks, as a question popped up randomly in my mind.

Why do I feel this sickening urge to protect Amery or be by her side? The whole idea felt so surprising. I loved the brightly colored haired girls, probably blonde. But she isn't.

I have had my share of ladies in my life, and it's a game of f**k and forget. After that time, I forget them immediately.

But it was quite different for Amery, even if we haven't had s*x before but I want her to worship me, to look at me with eyes pleading for my touch, her body getting addicted to mine.

Cut some slacks, Asher, I chide myself silently, slowly placing my hands over my palms, trying to stay calm and think straight.

This was...

The soft creak of my room door opening followed by soft steps draws me immediately from my thoughts. There was only one person who came to mind, Amery.

She was probably here to apologize, and if she wants...

My thoughts died in my throat as I stared at the familiar sultry face right in front of me, her maid dress clamping really tight to her body, exposing her boobs, popping them out in a pleasing way. Dalia!

"Hello, Prince Asher." Her voice broke through the silence in my room, and Ifelt my stomach churn in a strange disgust. Which took me by surprise.

Whenever Dalia comes into my room, I lose control over my raging lust for s*x, having my way with her. Not once, not twice, continuously, until it became a habit between us.

But right now, I was in no mood for that, the image of Amery and Quincy kept flashing through my eyes and my anger returned.

"What do you want, Dalia?" I asked her calmly, my patience slowly ticking off as she stood there with some of her tools for my massage.

I glanced at the wall and it was some minutes past 2pm.

"My prince, we both know it's time for your massage." She answered tentatively, her voice laced with mockery. "Or, is there another reason I should be here?"

I slowly turned my head towards her.

Maybe this would keep my mind off Amery for a while. I beckoned her to come forward. I lay on the bed, my back facing the ceiling, and I felt her settle behind me.

She skillfully oiled her hands and mixed the regular ointment, then slowly she stood up and settled on the bed, her knees draped at each side as her soft hands started rubbing and caressing my back.

It was supposed to feel good for a normal and active man but as for me, all I felt was sheer annoyance.

My mind trailed back to Amery...

I wondered what she was doing. Where did she head to after she stormed out?

f**k Quincy!

He didn't even make a move when she stormed out. What if she headed to the woods and got hurt by a wild wolf or rebellious rogues?

But he stood there, hands folded nonchalantly and stared at her retreating figure.

There and there on the spot, I felt like ripping his head off his neck, but I stormed off almost immediately before I did something I would regret.

"My Prince, would you mind turning? I have to apply the healing powder on the cut." She told me from behind.

I couldn't see her face clearly but I knew she was up to no good.

Nevertheless I turned, the shitty cut had been troubling me for days. I was so engrossed with Amery that I did not remember my body needed to be taken care of.

She knelt between my spread legs, draping my hands above my head and watched as she applied the powder.

I was supposed to feel pain but I couldn't feel anything. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to ease my thoughts a bit, and probably enjoy the massage.

A sudden tingle coming from the tip of my member sent alarms to my brain I opened my eyes instantly, eyeing her warily as she played with the hem of my trouser. "My prince....." Her voice trailed as our eyes made contact. She feigned shock, but I knew it was fake.

"Get off." I told her coldly, as the real shock flashed through her face.

"But.."

I cut her off immediately. I didn't know why I was acting this way. Was it the effect of seeing Amery with Quincy, or was there more to my reactions I did not know off?

"You heard me, and you know I don't fancy repeating what I have said." I told her. "If you don't, I'll have to plunge a deep nail into your ear drums, giving it a good wash."

She left a few minutes later. After, I jumped up almost immediately she left, shutting the door as I sped down towards Amerys room. I gazed at the deep bronze door and knocked softly.

I knocked, but no response came. Was she really giving me the silent treatment?

"Amery.." I called, my voice came out too soft, but still no response.

"Amery, please open up, we can talk things out." I pleaded.

I knew for sure she was in the room. Her scent ran through my nose as I heard the soft pound of her heartbeat.

I stayed outside the room door like a lost puppy, waiting for its owner to take him in. I felt weak at the cold shoulder she gave to my pleas, and headed back to my chambers but I met Quincy coming in, his signature smile on his face. "Asher." He acts surprised to see me leaving Amery's chambers. "Fancy seeing you around here." He glanced around the already familiar place like he was a visitor.

His gaze landed back at me and he burst out into fits of laughter. My hands were balled, ready to strike if he went too far.

I gave it a second thought. I won't take things physical with him with Amery anywhere close.

"Quincy, stay out of my way. Don't cross lanes if you are not ready to face the repercussions." I warned.

"May I remind that this.." He gestured towards Amery's room. "...is our little game, and you know how well I love to play." "This has been your scheme..."

"Oh boy, don't act like you know everything when you know nothing." He fired, his eyes blazing with a strange fire.

I squinted my brow at him. Was there more to it than what I know now? What does this scheming beast have in his manual?

"I see..." He mused, his hands moving softly on his jaws as he stared into space. "Your look tells me you want to know what I have been planning all this while."

"Yes..." I answered through gritted teeth, even though I did not want to listen to his trash, I had to keep Amery safe and I can only do that when I know what he is cooking up, and I'll make sure to make her stay clear of his path.

"Very well then." He paused, taking calculated steps forward. "Like you said, I don't care about her? Fine. Even if I don't, I would fight and use everything I can to break her walls, arouse her, make her yearn for my touch. And then, she would beg me to mark her." He whispered the last part in my ear.

Before I could make a move, he was out of the little space we stood, his maniac laughter echoing through the halls.

A new wave of anger rushed through my veins as my ears became hot, the air suddenly felt stuffy. I gritted my teeth and walked away, away from his threats...