Lahat ng Kabanata ng Puck Destiny : A Triplet's Claim: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

INKA'S POV“…Useless. Bad luck. Walking curse.”Seth’s words slammed into me like a slap I saw coming but still couldn’t dodge. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I just stood there, letting his hate crash over me again and again.Zane grabbed his arm—hard. “Enough. Let’s go.”He yanked Seth toward Hunter’s room. Seth kept glaring back at me the whole way, disgust written all over his face. The door opened. They disappeared. The door shut.And then it was just me.The lobby suddenly felt huge. Empty. The lights up there were buzzing way too loud, too bright, stinging my eyes. Or maybe that was just the tears I was too stubborn to let fall anymore.The nurse at the desk flicked her eyes at me, then looked away fast. Awkward. Probably embarrassed for me. Or she just didn’t want to deal with the mess.I stood there, stuck, hearing Seth’s voice loop in my head on repeat.My legs felt like jelly, but I made them move. One stupid step. Then another. Toward the exit.He was right. Seth was

ZANE'S POVI ran through the dark streets with Inka limp in my arms, her head lolling against my shoulder, her breathing too shallow, too slow."Stay with me," I kept saying, over and over like a prayer. "Please, baby, stay with me."She didn't respond. Her skin was cold. Too cold.The clinic lights burned bright ahead. I kicked through the doors, nearly knocking them off their hinges."DR. MARTINEZ!"The receptionist jumped, eyes going wide at the sight of us. Blood soaked through my shirt, dripped onto the floor."Get the doctor. NOW!"She scrambled for the phone.Dr. Martinez appeared from the hallway, took one look at Inka in my arms, and his expression shifted from annoyed to professional in a heartbeat."Exam room two. Move." Dr. Martinez was already clearing the exam table, snapping on gloves."She was stabbed. Silver blade." I laid her down as gently as I could. Her head rolled to the side. So pale. "She jumped in front of it. To save me."Dr. Martinez's hands froze mid-reach

INKA'S POVI was floating in nothingness.Not in water. Not in air. Just suspended in empty space that felt neither cold nor warm.The darkness didn't scare me. It was quiet here. Peaceful. Like being wrapped in the world's heaviest blanket that somehow had no weight at all.Maybe this was what dying felt like.I should probably panic. But I was too tired. Tired of running, of being the walking disaster everyone blamed, of hearing "curse" every time someone looked at me.Maybe Seth was right. Maybe everyone would be better off if I just disappeared."Child."The voice rolled in from everywhere at once.Golden light bloomed in the darkness. Not harsh. Warm. A woman stepped out of the light.No...she was the light itself.I recognized her somehow. Not from photographs or stories Dad refused to tell. From somewhere deeper. "I am Elara," she said as she stopped directly in front of me. "Your mother's grandmother. Elena carried our blood with such grace, such strength. She passed it to yo

INKA'S POV Seth’s face went pale, but his cock visibly strained against his pants. “Hunter, come on—” "So tonight you get to watch us take care of our mate while your cock aches and you can’t do a damn thing about it. No joining. No touching her. Just fucking watch.” I should have felt guilty for the rush of heat that flooded my core at his words. Instead, my breath came faster. Hunter locked the door, then turned to me with dark, hungry eyes. “Come here, baby.” He pulled me gently into his arms first, kissing me slow and deep. His tongue explored my mouth while his hands roamed my back, sliding under my shirt to caress my bare skin. Zane stepped behind me, pressing close so I was sandwiched between their hard bodies. His lips found my neck, kissing and nipping softly along my mating mark, making me shiver. Hunter broke the kiss only to tug my shirt up and off. Zane’s hands immediately cupped my breasts from behind, thumbs brushing lightly over my already hard nipples. I

INKA'S POVShowing up to school with three devastatingly hot Alphas who refuse to let you out of arm’s reach is one thing.Having them touch you like they’re publicly claiming every inch of you is something else entirely.I’d begged for the bus this morning.Hunter had smirked and said, “Cute. But no. You’re riding with us.”Zane had simply growled one low, “No,” his voice rough enough to make my stomach tighten.Seth had hovered by the door, eyes soft but determined. “Please, Inka? Let us take care of you today. I… I need to know you’re safe.”How could I say no to that?Now I’m sliding out of their matte-black SUV. Hunter’s large palm slides down my back and settles possessively just above the curve of my ass, fingers pressing in firmly.“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. “You look fucking edible in that uniform. Trying to kill us?”I shiver. “Hunter… everyone’s looking.”“Let them look,” he replies, voice low and wicked. “They need to know who you belong to.”Zane shou