All Chapters of The Alpha Triplets’ Rejected Omega: Violet Blood Reign: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ava's POVThe palace was huge.I stood outside the servant's entrance with Max, staring up at the white stone walls that seemed to go on forever. My legs felt weak. I'd barely eaten in the past week, just the bread and water Max gave me on the way here."Ready?" Max asked. He wasn't looking at me. He kept checking over his shoulder like someone might be following us."No." My voice came out small. Honest."You'll be fine." He pushed a pile of clothes into my arms. "Put these on. Quickly."I looked down. A maid's uniform. Simple gray dress, white apron, nothing special. Nothing that would make anyone look at me twice.That's what I needed. To be invisible.I changed behind a wall while Max kept watch. The dress was too big and smelled like soap. When I came back, Max nodded."Keep your head down. Don't talk unless someone asks you something. And don't tell anyone about your blood." His eyes were hard when he said that last part. "Promise me, Ava.""I promise."He led me through the ent

Ava's POVI didn't leave the storage room for twenty minutes after Ryker left.I just sat on the floor with my back against the shelves, trying to remember how to breathe. Trying to understand what had just happened.Another mate bond. Another Alphas who wanted to own me.Except this time it was three of them. Three ruthless, powerful Alphas who looked at me like I was something they could possess. Something they could control.I pressed my hands against my chest where the bond hummed and ached. It felt different from what I'd had with Ryder. Stronger and more demanding. Like it was trying to dig its way into my soul and make a home there.I hated it.When I finally managed to stand up and go back to work, Leta found me immediately."What happened?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty hallway. "I saw Alpha Ryker follow you. Did he hurt you?""No." My voice sounded hollow. "He just wanted to talk.""About what?"I couldn't tell her, couldn't tell anyone because the bond was

Ava's POV I didn't sleep after that. I lay in bed, listening for footsteps outside my door. Listening for breathing. Listening for any sign that Zephyr had come back, that one of them was still standing in the dark just outside my room, watching me through the wood like I was something that needed to be monitored. Nothing came. Just silence and the distant sound of wind against the palace walls. By the time pale gray light crept under my door, I had already built my rules. Don't look at them. Don't smell them. Don't feel the bond. Keep your head down, do the work, and survive. Simple. I could do simple. I repeated the rules while I dressed. Repeated them while I walked to the supply closet and grabbed my mop and bucket. The east corridor was long and quiet and, most importantly, completely empty. The mop hit the floor in steady, even strokes. Back and forth. Back and forth. The rhythm helped. It meant I didn't have to think about last night. About Cax's hurt eyes. About

Ryker's POV I heard her door close from three corridors away. Not because my hearing was that sharp, though it was. Because the bond snapped tight the second she stepped into her room, and something on the other end of it felt wrong. Startled. Frozen. I put down the report I was reading and stared at the wall for a moment. Then I picked the report back up. Whatever was happening in the servants' quarters was not my business yet. I needed information before I made it my business. That was the plan, and I was keeping to the plan. I called Daren in at dawn. He was my head of security. Fifteen years in the role, quiet, thorough, and smart enough to never ask questions he didn't need answers to. He stood across from my desk with his hands behind his back and waited while I chose my words carefully. "There's a new maid," I said. "Arrived two days ago. Brown hair, small, works the east corridor." "I know who you mean." "I want everything on her. Pack history, family name, where she

Zephyr's POVThree days without sleep does something interesting to a person.Colors get brighter. Sounds get sharper. The line between what is real and what your mind is manufacturing gets very, very thin. I knew this because I had studied it, back when the Sylvan agents were still teaching me things, back before I understood what I was actually being built for.I was sitting on the floor of my room at four in the morning with my back against the bed and my knees pulled up, watching the candle on my desk burn down.Go to the lab. Take the sample. Complete the mission."Not tonight," I said out loud.The Sylvan soul didn't argue with words. It just pushed. A slow, grinding pressure behind my eyes that had been building for seventy two hours without relief. It wanted me moving. Wanted me working. Wanted me anywhere except here, inside this palace, bonded to a girl it considered a threat to everything it had spent years building toward.The bond pulled in the opposite direction. Warm an