Revenge After Rebirth: Fated To The Triplets I Hate-Chapter 73: She’s Your Mate, Go Get Her

Lucas’s POV

It was tonight. Iris was probably with them now, mating with them, letting them mark her. The thought alone made my chest tighten, a restless energy coiling inside me I couldn’t bear. I paced the length of my room. The air felt suffocating, and my hands twitched at my sides, itching to do something, anything, to quiet the storm in my head. I stopped by the window, staring out into the dark forest, where the moonlight barely touched the treetops. My reflection from the glass window stared back at me, disheveled dark hair, eyes filled with something I didn’t want to name.

The image of Iris with the triplets, Zane, Cade, and Kael flashed unbidden into my mind reoccurringly. I could see it so clearly and it hurts. Zane’s rough hands gripping her waist, his lips crashing against hers with that possessive hunger he always carried. Cade, with his intensity, would be whispering something in her ear, his fingers trailing along her neck, coaxing shivers from her. And Kael, the quiet one, would watch her with those steady eyes, his touch gentle but harsh, marking her in ways that went beyond skin. They’d be surrounding her, their hands and mouths claiming her, her soft gasps filling the air as they took what they wanted. Iris’s skin would flush under their touch, her lips parting, her eyes half-closed in surrender. The thought twisted something deep in my gut.

In fury at those thoughts, I slammed my fist into the stone wall beside the window, the impact sending a jolt of pain up my arm. Blood gushed from my knuckles, dripping onto the floor. I stared at it, my chest tightening, the pain sipping into me for a fleeting moment. It didn’t matter anyways, I ignored it. The ache in my hand was nothing compared to the fire raging in my chest, the helpless fury of knowing she was with them. I flexed my fingers, but then something strange happened. The torn skin on my knuckles began to heal itself back together, the blood drying and flaking away as the wounds closed before my eyes.

"What the hell?" I muttered, turning my hand over, inspecting it under the dim light of the room’s single lantern. The skin was smooth again, unmarred, as if I hadn’t just punched a wall. My wolf had been dormant for years, a silent presence I’d long accepted as dead. I’d never healed like this before.

To test my healing ability again, I grabbed the small knife from my belt, the blade glinting as I pressed it against my palm. I hesitated for a split second, then dragged it across my skin, wincing as the sharp sting cut into me. Blood welled up but within seconds, the cut began to close, the skin stitching itself together until only a faint pink line remained. I stared, my pulse racing. This wasn’t possible. Not for me. Not after all this time. I approached the mirror beside the wall as I stood in front of it but the reflection of my self screamed of the image of another. I looked different. Not in looks but inside me, I felt different, as if something knew was happening inside of me. Like there’s a change taking place. I felt this sudden strength too. I mean I’d always had the strength in me but this? This was a different kind of feeling. Yes, it was.

Suddenly, a low chuckle rumbled, startling me. It was a voice. "Well, look at that. You’re not as broken as you thought, are you, Lucas?"

I stiffened, my grip tightening on the knife. "Who’s there?" I demanded, my voice low, glancing around the empty room as if I’d find someone lurking around.

"Relax, pup," the voice said, amused. "It’s just me. Your wolf. Been a while, hasn’t it? Name’s Ryn, by the way. Figured it’s about time we had a proper chat."

I blinked, my mind reeling. Ryn? My wolf? I’d heard him once before, weeks ago, during that training session under the rain in Warborn near the library as he yelled out "mate! Mate!" I didn’t know who it referred to as mate. His voice had been faint then and ever since, it hadn’t said another word. But now, he was clear like he’d been waiting for this moment. "You’ve been dormant all this time," I said, "Why now?"

"Oh, I’ve been here," Ryn said, his tone teasing. "Just waiting for you to stop moping long enough to notice. And don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m here now. You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?."

I bristled, my jaw clenching. "I’m not thinking about her like that," I snapped, shoving the knife back. "I’m just... looking out for her. That’s all."

Ryn’s laugh was almost mocking. "Sure, pup. Keep telling yourself that. You’re in love with her, and you know it. Don’t play dumb with me, I’m in your head, remember?"

"Shut up," I growled, running a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. "I don’t love her. I don’t feel anything for her. She’s just... she’s in trouble, and I’m trying to help. That’s it."

"Right," Ryn drawled, unconvinced. "That’s why you’re punching walls and imagining her with those three idiots. Totally just ’looking out for her.’ Got it."

I opened my mouth to argue, but a sound cut through the air, stopping me cold. I heard a moan, low and sultry, drifted through the walls from somewhere deeper in the packhouse. My blood ran cold, then hot, as another followed, louder, more intense, dripping with pleasure. My hands curled into fists, my nails biting into my palms. That’s Iris’s voice, I knew it. But my mind betrayed me, painting a vivid picture of her with the triplets, their hands roaming her body, their lips on her skin, her voice breaking into soft cries of moan. Zane’s rough grip, Cade’s touches, Kael’s quiet intensity, they’d be relentless, overwhelming her, and she’d be lost in it, her body arching under their hands, causing her to moan this loud.

My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached, and I pressed my hands over my ears, trying to block out the sounds. The moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could almost see her, her hair spilling over a pillow, her eyes glazed with pleasure. The thought made my stomach churn, a mix of rage and something darker, something I didn’t want to name. I wanted to storm down the hall, kick down the door, and drag them off her, smash their faces until they couldn’t touch her again. But I stayed rooted to the spot.

"Stop it," I muttered, my voice barely audible. "Just stop."

"Why?" Ryn’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the haze of my anger. "Because it hurts? Because you can’t stand the thought of her with them? She’s your mate, Lucas. Your wolf knows it, even if you’re too stubborn to admit it."

"She’s not my mate," I snapped, my voice rising. I dropped my hands, glaring at the empty room as if Ryn were standing in front of me. "They’ve already laid claim to her. They’ve marked her, or they will tonight. There’s nothing I can do about it."

"Bullshit," Ryn growled, his tone fierce.

"She’s your wolf, Lucas. Your mate. You feel it, don’t you? That pull in your chest, that fire in your blood? You’re not helpless. You can fight for her."

I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "Fight for her? Against the triplets? They’re the pack’s golden boys, Ryn. They’ve got the prophecy, the alpha’s blessing, everything. What do I have? A dormant wolf who’s just now decided to show up?"

"You’ve got me," Ryn said, his voice almost gentle. "And you’ve got heart. More than those three combined. Zane’s a hothead, Cade’s too calculated, and Kael’s too damn passive. You think they deserve her? You think they’ll cherish her the way you would?"

I froze, his words hitting me like a punch to the gut. The thought of Iris, her soft smile, her stubborn streak, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed in the past made my chest ache. But I shook my head, shoving the feeling down. "It doesn’t matter," I said, my voice low. "They’ve already got her. It’s done."

"It’s not done until you give up," Ryn said, his tone filled my head again. "You want her? Then go get her. Fight for what’s yours."

I didn’t answer. The moans from down the hall had faded now, but the silence was worse, heavy with the weight of my own thoughts. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes, trying to block out the continuous imaginative images of Iris with them as Ryn’s words echoed in my mind continually, taunting me. "Fight for her. Go get her."

I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But the truth was hard to accept. They’d already laid with her. Nothing I did could change that fact.