Revenge After Rebirth: Fated To The Triplets I Hate-Chapter 72: The Unknown Feelings

Zane’s POV

As the heavy door of the Crescent Chamber slammed shut behind me, the sound reverberated through the stone corridor. The cool air hit my skin. My jaw throbbed where Cade’s fist had connected, a dull ache pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I tasted the taste of blood on my lip, and I swiped at it with the back of my hand, the blood staining across my knuckles. My chest is heaving my breaths coming fast and uneven, the anger still burning hot in my veins. I didn’t know what was worse, the pain of Cade’s punch or the humiliation Cade caused me in front of Iris, her voice ordering me out of her room.

I halted abruptly in the corridor. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I turned to face Cade, who had followed me out. His face was still taut with anger, his eyes blazing with a fire I rarely saw in him. Kael trailed behind, his expression more subdued but no less tense, his hands are shoved into his pockets.

"Since when did you start having human sympathy for her?" I snapped, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I took a step toward Cade, my chest tight with the need to lash out. "You’re acting like she’s some fragile little thing, Cade. She’s our mate, a murderer, not some damsel you need to rescue! She deserves nothing better."

Cade’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching so hard I could see the muscle twitch under his stubble. "Can’t you see she’s lost her memories, Zane?" he shot back, his voice sharp and cutting, each word laced with frustration. "Or are you so blinded by your own ego that you’ve forgotten what Father told us? She’s the mother of wolves, you idiot. We need to be gentle with her, or we’ll mess this up for all of us."

His words hit me, and for a moment, I couldn’t respond. Father’s advice echoed in my mind, his gravelly voice, when he’d told us about the prophecy, about the woman who would bind the pack and secure our legacy. The mother of wolves must be cherished. That I know from history. I’d rolled my eyes back then, dismissing it as old-man talk, but now, with Iris’s tear-streaked face flashing in my memory, it felt like a weight pressing on my chest. I hated it, hated how Cade seemed to have the upper hand despite we were born the same day.

I opened my mouth to argue, but Cade wasn’t done. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "If we want Liora as our mate later, then we need to play our cards right. You think you can just force your way through this? You’re going to ruin everything."

Liora. The name sent a jolt through me, a mix of longing and frustration. Liora, with her fiery spirit and seductive smile, was everything Iris wasn’t. The thought of her made my blood run hotter, and I clenched my fists tighter, trying to shake the image of her from my mind. But Cade’s words stung, and I hated how they made sense, how they forced me to question the rage that had driven me to pin Iris against the wall.

Before I could snap back, Kael’s voice cut through the tension. "Cade’s right, Zane," he said, stepping forward, his hands now out of his pockets and raised slightly, as if he could calm us both with a gesture. His eyes were steady, but there was a flicker of worry in them. "You can’t keep letting your anger control you. You’re going to push her away, push all of us away from what ever advantage she’s give us as her mate if you don’t get a grip."

I glared at him, my lips curling into a sneer. "Don’t lecture me, Kael," I spat. "You’re always so damn neutral, like you don’t have a stake in this. She’s our mate too, or have you forgotten?"

Kael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he just shook his head, as if he was tired of this fight, tired of me. I wanted to scream, to punch something, to release the storm raging inside me, but before I could move, I felt Liora’s presence.

She appeared at the end of the corridor. Her short satin dress clung to her curves. Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, and her lips curved into a knowing, seductive smile as she sauntered toward us, her hips swaying with every step. Her eyes, locked onto mine, and I felt my pulse quicken, the anger in my chest shifting into something hotter and hungrier. She’d just arrived just in time.

"Well, well," she purred, her voice smooth and teasing as she stopped a few feet away, one hand resting on her hip. Her gaze flicked to my mouth, where the cut from Cade’s punch was still fresh, a small bead of blood glistening under the light. "What’s wrong with your mouth, Zane? Did you get into a little trouble?"

I swiped at my lip again. "It’s nothing," I muttered, my voice rough, my eyes never leaving hers. The way she looked at me, like she could see right through my anger to the raw need underneath, made my skin prickle. I needed an outlet, something to drown out the frustration, the humiliation, the weight of Cade’s words and Iris’s rejection.

Before I could think, I moved. My hands found Liora’s waist, and I pushed her back against the cold stone wall, my body pressing against hers. She didn’t resist, instead, she let out a low, throaty chuckle, her eyes glinting with amusement and something darker and lustful, something that matched the fire in my chest. Her hands slid up my arms, her nails grazing my skin as she tilted her head, her lips brushing against mine.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, all teeth and heat. I poured every ounce of my frustration into it, my hands tightening on her waist as her body arched against mine. Her satin dress was smooth under my palms, and I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. I wanted more, needed more. My member was already getting hard down there.

"Zane," Cade’s voice cut through the haze. I pulled back just enough to glance at him. He stood a few feet away, his arms crossed. "You’re being too damn addictive with this," he said. "You’re not thinking straight."

Kael stood beside him, his expression unreadable, but his eyes flicked between me and Liora with a mix of caution and resignation. "Let’s go," he said quietly to Cade, his voice barely above a whisper. "He’s not listening."

I ignored them, my focus back on Liora. Her lips were wet from our kiss, her cheeks flushed, but her smile was lustful, daring me to keep going. Cade and Kael’s footsteps faded as they turned and walked down the corridor, leaving us alone.

My hands moved to the hem of her dress, sliding the satin up her thighs. Liora’s breath hitched, but she didn’t stop me. Instead, she leaned into me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she let out a soft, satisfied moan. "Zane," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry drawl that sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding the soft, warm skin of her inner thighs, and she gasped, her legs parting slightly as she pressed herself closer.

"You like that?" I growled, my as my hands roamed higher, squeezing the soft curves of her hips, her skin like silk under my calloused fingers. She nodded, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parting as she let out another moan, louder this time, her nails raking down my back.

"More," she whispered. I didn’t hesitate. I bent her over, my hands guiding her as she braced herself against the wall, her dress hiked up around her waist. The sight of her in a doggy position, so open, so willing, made my blood roar in my ears. I pressed myself against her, my hands gripping her hips as I slid my member into her, her warmth enveloping me inside. She gasped, a satisfied chuckle escaping her lips as her body arched, her fingers clutching at the stone wall to support her stamina. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

I moved with her, each thrust fueled by the anger and frustration. Her moans grew louder, her body responding to every touch, every movement, and I could feel myself losing control, surrendering to the heat of the moment.

"Zane," she gasped, her voice breaking as she tilted her head back, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes met mine, glinting with a mix of lust and pleasure, daring me to push her further, to take her to the edge. I obliged, my movements growing harder, faster, each one drawing a sharper moan from her lips. Her nails scraped against the stone, her body trembling under me, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

I lost myself in her. The anger that had consumed me in the Crescent Chamber was still there, but it was transforming, channeling into this moment inside her was this connection I couldn’t resist. Liora was on fire, and I was burning, every thrust a release of the storm that had been building inside me. Her body shuddered, her moans turning into soft cries, and I could feel her tightening around me.

"Harder." She slurred.