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3RD POV.
Chewing down a pea, Kade clears his throat as he hits a fork into the plate once again.
“Will you just voice out whatever is swirling inside you instead of bottling it up? We can sense your mind, and there’s like a hurricane in there.” Kieran speaks up, slamming the table with his bare hands, before he rolls his eyes at Kade.
Then, Kyle picks over, “true, I can sense the turmoil in your mind as well. And trust me, Kade, you’re not good at bottling things up.”
Kade hisses, staring ahead into nothing, right before he grips his hair and stares at his brothers. “It’s about the girl. We are supposed to have found out how she’s able to affect us like that. She obviously changes everything, and we are playing into it. Mind you, we always make the rules, not follow them.”
He spills, his eyes interchanging from Kyle to Kieran. “She doesn’t even have her powers, yet we are attracted to her body. How much longer will it be before we are soft? We are barbarians, and we have to begin showing that. We don’t need a mate. In fact, if anyone is to be our mate, they must be dealt with, see how devious we are, be so scared of us, and punished till they rot off in some cage. From today on, she must suffer for every emotion she stirs up inside us.”
By the time he finishes with his words, his chest is elevated, so he can release a heavy exhalation.
“I don’t agree less with that. We cannot execute her like a mother wants, so why don’t we rather convince them that they aren’t in any manner emotionally connected with that thing?” Kyle adds in, causing Kade to nod along with him.
Just then, the entrance door into the dining room opens. Their mother walks in with her aura whirling through the room.
Having grasped the triplets attention, she goes to the head seat where Kade is and brushes her hands into his hair. “You guys are eating without me and your uncle now? Ouch.”
“I cannot remember the last time we ate together, mother.” Speaks Kade, which causes her to curve her lips downward.
“I’d love it if Kieran spoke with me instead.” Her eyes give away a sense of unfairness from the triplets.
“Mother, please take a seat.”
Within a second, her expression changes into an amusing one. “see? That’s my little boy, knowing exactly how to care for me. I’m getting old, guys; do you not realize?”
Kyle rolls his eyes, in captivity of all urges to grit a hiss at their mother, Emilie. Just two nights ago, she had hurt them with that frequency rod, and she wouldn’t apologize for them, yet she expected them to accept her with open arms.
He huffs anyway, showing his disinterest in her presence with them.
“Let’s not be silent now. Tell me, what’s the decision taken over the girl?” She interrogates as she places her hands on the table.
Her fingers tap on the material, clicking continuously as though she were being calculative.
The triplets know how cunning their mother can be, so they allow Kade to speak for them.
“We do not own you any explanation, Emilie.”
“And Kade speaks again.” Again, she places her face towards Kieran, who, on the other hand, clears his throat.
Emilie knows she can easily get to Kieran, as he is a momma’s boy, but Kade speaking on their behalf would only stop her from seeping her ideas into their minds.
“Do you know why you guys are so special?” There’s a pause in her voice, and when she doesn’t get any response, she continues, filling up the quiescence, “that your minds work as one. You utilize your skills to the fullest. Kade, the silent one, always spoke for the others when they needed to be calculative and swift. Kyle, always speaking when sarcasm is to wrestle in, distracting the victims. And my sweet boy, Kieran, knows just how to cause fatalities without an ounce of remorse. It’s like you are all one, just divided into three, and one speaks for the others depending on the character needed.”
Behind the triplets, she has had conversations with their uncle, so she already knows that there’s a sort of pull that the triplets have towards the girl, so she’s expected this not to be easy. Still, she is planning on convincing them.
Uttering, she furthers, “I know you kids a lot. You’re my children, after all, so in this discussion, even though I’d have loved Kieran to speak instead of Kade, I’ll respect your decision. Although I think I deserve all the explanation I require.” Her eyes pines down to Kade, aiming to read any fault in his emotion, but he does not falter.
“The girl must be executed, and you guys must do it. What you did last two nights was a disaster—protecting a witch in front of other wolves. And as though that wasn’t bad enough, you attacked an Alpha on her behalf.”
“She is our property. That was to teach others a lesson.” Snapping at their mother, Kade glares at her through his lashes.
She leans back on the chair, letting a few seconds pass by before she growls. She slams her hands against the chair, and her face goes all red at Kade as she props up in anger.
“Is there something more to this? I have seen you keep sex slaves, but never gotten attached to them in this manner you seemed. Is there something in here that I should be worried about? Oh, has she rooted her tentacles deep inside your minds? Uh? Tell me.” As she accuses, she scans their faces, shifting from one to the other, but they just all stare back at her without a fault in their demeanour.
She is losing...until Kade mutters beneath his breath enough for her to hear. “Bring the toy.” He’s mind-linking with one of the guards.
“You must understand that we own whatever decision we make, Emilie, and not even you can stop it. And the toy is powerless. Our reason for keeping her remains with us. Tonight, I’m going to prove that we don’t care at all about her.”
This is what she wants. In a flash, the wrinkles on her forehead quickly disperse, the skin smooths, and her lips curve upwards before she cocks her head to the side to pull her hair behind her ears.
“Well, I’ll see if there’s a game hidden behind all this motive.”
“Again, I own you; no explanation.”
“You have attacked the Alpha of a neighbouring pack; yes, it is my concern now.”
Kade huffs, sweeping his lips up to the side. “It is obvious how he passed his lane. He was in our territory, yet he had captured what was ours. You should be grateful, mother. We only proved how powerful we are. Now, they must all fear us.”
His eyes shift from Emilie to the door before it creaks when opening. Kaya steps in, seeming lethargic and weak to the eyes.
Emilie is amused by what she sees. “What is this?”
“A punishment. She has been locked in one of the dungeons for two days now, being fed once per day.” One of Emilie’s brows uptightened in astonishment.
Kaya’s legs look like they could give up anytime; her breathing is shallow and hitching every second, and her hands are wobbly grabbing her shoulders, as though to keep her warm.
One gaze at her, and anyone can see that her life’s seeping away from her, her lips dry and crack, and her skin pales from the coldness.
“I see,” says Emilie before she stands up and smacks Kaya in the face. The rings in her fingers cause Kaya’s face to cut, her blood spilling onto her torn clothes, which are also filled with dirt.
“Damn, she smells so bad, like a mixture of piss and vomit. Horrible thing.” Speaks Emilie, but her eyes are plastered onto the triplets, trying to read their facial expressions.
“There’s absolutely no life more worthless than that of a witch’s, did you know?” Emilie spits on Kaya, then places the end of her heels on Kaya, again turning her head to the triplets.
She expected them to stop her from crushing Kaya’s head, but when they did not move an inch, a squint dipped in her left eye, curiosity settling in.
She accepts that she cannot understand the triplets at this point, so she stops. “Well, it would be a waste to just kill her off. Perhaps getting punished for all the sins of her ancestors would be beneficial.”
“Take her away.”
As soon as Emilie is out of the room, Jared appears next to her, joining her in a stroll down the lounge area. “Did they give out any information?”
“It seems they do not care about the girl at all. Well, we know these kids; they want to have anything and everything as toys. I’d suggest it’s best we observe.”
“Hm. I do not trust them this time around.”
“Then we watch.” Advises Emilie, and Jared nods his head in agreement.