Taming the Hybrid Mate: Desired by Five Alphas-Chapter 131: We can share her

Andria’s POV

Damon chuckled, stepping forward lazily, his baseball bat still slung over his shoulder. "Predictable, maybe. But at least we have the decency not to corner someone who clearly doesn’t want to be cornered."

"Last I checked," Zade replied, folding his arms, "you three were the ones who didn’t understand boundaries."

Aven’s eyes darkened. "Boundaries?" He tilted his head slightly. "You mean the ones you trampled the moment you touched her?"

My back was still pressed against the wall as I tried to recover.

I had nearly gotten lost in him again, the mate bond collided with the residual feelings, and I found myself almost falling for him again, until the Alpha successors arrived, calling me out of my haze.

I tried to get out of the corner, but their energy and bodies blocked any chances of my escaping this scene, so I just stood there and watched, hoping for an intervention.

Zade’s smirk didn’t falter, but his jaw twitched, just enough for me to catch it.

"I didn’t hear her complain," Zade said finally, his tone calm and dangerous. "Maybe you should let her speak for herself instead of pretending you can read her mind."

"He shouldn’t do that; he shouldn’t drag me into this banter," I muttered under my breath.

All three of them turned to look at me then, three pairs of piercing eyes and one that burned with an old, painful familiarity.

My throat tightened, and I tried to look away, but my eyes and body weren’t obeying me. At this moment, I was stiff.

Their gazes were too heavy, too expectant. Damon’s stare dared me to speak, Tristan’s probed my silence, and Aven’s cut right through me, searching for something I wasn’t ready to say.

My heart was hammering so loudly that I thought they might hear it.

"Aria," Aven said finally, his voice softer but firm. "Do you want him here?"

I swallowed, glancing at Zade. His expression was unreadable now, his Alpha aura coiled tight, waiting.

My wolf whimpered in my head. She didn’t want to be the reason her mates would fight; she was nervous.

"Say something, Ari," Athena whispered.

"I..." My voice cracked before I steadied it. "I can handle myself."

"That’s not what he asked," Damon said quietly, yet commanding, sending a jolt of electric-like current down my spine to my core.

Zade’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. "You heard her. She doesn’t need you to fight her battles."

Tristan stepped closer, his tone deceptively calm. "And yet she flinched when you touched her. You call that handling?"

"Careful," Zade warned, his voice dropping lower. "You might start sounding jealous."

"Jealous?" Damon repeated, letting out a sharp laugh. "You’re the one sniffing around your ex, pretending the bond gives you rights."

Something inside me snapped. I hated feeling this defenseless, especially when I’m with them. The desire for them grows worse every day, and they are beginning to feel like my weaknesses.

"Stop it!" I blurted out the word, echoing louder than I intended. "All of you."

The silence that followed was absolute; their gazes never wavered. I felt tense under their intense gazes.

"I’m not some possession for you to fight over to acquire," I continued, my voice trembling but strong.

"I don’t belong to anyone, not you, Zade, and not any of you three. So stop acting like you have a claim."

Zade looked at me for a long second, pain flashing across his features before he hid it behind that stoic mask again.

"You can say that, Aria. But your scent, your heartbeat, it tells a different story."

"Maybe you should stop listening so hard," I said coldly.

Damon muttered under his breath, "And maybe you should stop talking like she’s your property."

The energy in the room spiked again, like lightning trapped in a bottle.

I could feel it pressing against my skin, raw, electric. Aven’s eyes glowed faintly, that faint golden hue that surfaced when his wolf stirred.

I could see that he felt enraged by my outburst on not belonging to any of them, but he tried to conceal it.

He gritted his jaw, staring at me intensely, but not daring to say a word. The single motion brought heat to my cheeks and core.

Tristan’s voice broke through the tension. "This isn’t the place for this," he said, though even he didn’t sound convinced.

"Oh, I think it is," Zade replied. "Because she needs to decide who she’s standing with."

That sent a chill down my spine. Aven’s head tilted slightly. "You really think she owes you a decision?"

"She owes it to the bond," Zade said, his gaze cutting toward me again. "Or do you think the Moon Goddess made a mistake?"

"She’s our mate too, but we don’t need to rush her decisions," Tristan retorted, his countenance blazing hot.

"Hypocrites," Zade countered, his voice raising slightly. "You think I haven’t been studying you three? You also make advances, including coaxing her to move in with you three, even when she initially protested.

And now, you say that I lack boundaries because I attempted to talk to her."

"The point is that we didn’t need to corner her; we offered her help. Zade," Damon retorted.

"It’s three against one, can’t you see? You should bolt already, knowing we are even higher-ranked wolves than you are," Tristan warned.

Zade didn’t show any fear at the words from Tristan. "Not when it comes to my mate. I wouldn’t be surprised when you turn against each other," he stated, his posture unwavering.

"You underestimate the part where we can share her," Damon stated, a cunning smile appearing on his face as he directed it towards me.

They spoke of me as if I weren’t with them, as if I were a possession to be shared amongst them—what arrogant Alphas.

But the words sent a delicious chill down my spine, causing my core to get drenched. I felt overwhelmed, as heat appeared on my cheeks.

I hoped that they wouldn’t smell it, my scent.

Aven took a slow step closer, his presence calm and steady. He lowered his head to the level of my ears, confirming my deadly thought.

"We can smell you, and it turns me on," he whispered, before stepping back to where Tristan and Damon stood, smirking at me.

My core got wetter, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Suddenly, the room was filled with desire and sensual tension, their gaze darting towards me, heavy with lust, as if they had forgotten they were just having a banter.

Their attention was focused on me, and my heart couldn’t stop beating erratically.

"Aria!"

Michaela’s voice came from the doorway, bright, impatient, unaware she’d just walked into a room full of tension and testosterone.