Chapter : So Cute

Roo could barely breathe beneath the weight of their presence, even though he was mate.

The room felt smaller, suffocating with the sheer dominance that radiated from the triplets.

He sat on the massive bed, curled into himself as Alexander, Alec, and Ace surrounded him—watching.

Always watching.

Their golden eyes burned with something raw and unforgiving, their powerful bodies forming an unbreakable barrier around him.

He wasn't sure when it had happened—when the silent agreement between them had turned into something absolute.

But now, there was no doubt.

He was theirs.

Not just as a mate.

But as something more.

Something precious.

Something untouchable.

And something they would never let go.

"You won't leave this room without one of us," Alexander stated flatly. His voice was calm, but the sharpness in his golden eyes left no room for argument.

Roo stiffened. "I—"

"No arguments," Alec murmured, stepping closer, his fingers grazing Roo's wrist before curling around it. "We almost lost you, little one. Do you think we'll allow that to happen again?"

Roo's breath hitched.

Ace leaned in, his smirk sharp but his eyes dark with something almost feral. "We'll make sure you're safe, even if it means chaining you to this bed."

A shiver ran through Roo's body.

They weren't joking.

Not even a little.

His heart pounded against his ribs. "You can't just—"

"We can," Alexander interrupted smoothly, tilting his head slightly, his gaze pinning Roo in place. "And we will."

Roo bit his lip, his mind racing.

There was no arguing with them.

Not like this.

Not when they were in this state—one breath away from snapping.

Alec's hand slid down to Roo's thigh, his grip firm, grounding. "You need to understand something, Roo," he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. "You're ours. Not just in name. Not just in bond. But in every single way that matters."

Ace leaned closer, his breath hot against Roo's ear. "That means you don't make decisions without us. You don't take risks. You don't put yourself in danger."

"And you never keep secrets from us," Alexander finished, his golden eyes burning with an unspoken warning.

Roo's throat tightened.

This was too much.

Too intense.

Too suffocating.

And yet—

A traitorous part of him didn't hate it.

He clenched his fists against the silk sheets. "I—I need space."

The room went silent.

Then—

Alexander smirked.

Alec chuckled under his breath.

And Ace—

Ace laughed, low and dark, the sound vibrating through Roo's bones. "Oh, little one," he murmured, brushing his nose along the side of Roo's throat, inhaling deeply. "You're not getting space. Not from us."

Alexander's hand slid under Roo's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You don't seem to understand, piccolo," he whispered, his voice a silk-covered blade. "You're trapped."

Alec's fingers trailed along Roo's wrist, his touch deceptively gentle. "Caged," he corrected, amusement lacing his tone.

Ace grinned. "By the three most dangerous Alphas in existence."

Beyond the safety of the estate, beyond the possessive grip of the triplets, something moved.

A figure stood at the edge of the estate's borders, watching.

Waiting.

The DeLorenzo triplets thought they had won.

But this was only the beginning.

Roo wasn't just any omega.

And soon—

The truth would come to light.

Back in the estate...

Roo knew this wasn't normal.

The way they watched him.

The way they moved around him—like silent predators, as if expecting him to bolt at any second.

And the way they touched him—never rough, never forceful, but with a possessiveness that left no room for escape.

He wasn't sure when he had last been alone.

Or if he ever would be again.

The DeLorenzo triplets had wrapped their world around him, tightening it like a golden cage, built from power, dominance, and an obsession that burned too hot.

And yet—

A traitorous part of him melted under their attention.

Their touches.

Their whispered words, filled with promises of safety and possession.

It terrified him.

Because even if his mind screamed at him to fight—

His body craved them.

Craved their heat.

Craved their presence.

"Eat," Alec ordered, nudging the spoon toward Roo's lips.

Roo glared up at him. "I can feed myself."

Ace smirked from his seat across the table. "You say that, but you haven't picked up a single bite on your own."

"I'm not a child," Roo muttered, but his stomach twisted with betrayal, letting out a soft growl.

Alexander arched a brow. "Then prove it."

Roo's jaw clenched, but before he could reach for his fork, Alec tut-tutted under his breath, pulling Roo's chair closer. "Don't be difficult, piccolo," he murmured, voice deceptively soft. "Let us take care of you."

Roo inhaled sharply.

It was getting harder to resist them.

Harder to fight the way they smothered him with attention, care… and control.

Ace leaned back, his golden eyes dark with amusement. "He's trying so hard," he murmured, watching Roo with a lazy grin. "So cute."

Alexander chuckled, reaching out to run a hand through Roo's hair. "We'll break him soon enough."

Roo shivered.

Not from fear.

But from something far more dangerous.

Something he wasn't ready to name.

Outside the DeLorenzo estate, deep in the shadows of the city, another conversation took place.

A man knelt before a figure hidden in darkness.

"You failed," the voice drawled, calm but merciless.

The kneeling man trembled. "The triplets… they're too strong. We didn't expect—"

"Then expect this," the figure interrupted, stepping forward. Their face remained unseen, but their power pressed down like a vice. "Find another way. That omega is more important than you realize."

The man swallowed hard. "And if they don't let him go?"

A sharp smile gleamed from the darkness.

"Then we make them."

Back in the room, Roo felt the shift before he understood it.

A slow, creeping sensation that wrapped around him like an invisible chain—each link forged by the triplets' possessiveness.

There was no need for a physical cage.

They were the cage.

And every day, that cage grew smaller.

Tighter.

More inescapable.

He had stopped questioning when one of them was always at his side.

Stopped resisting when Alexander would casually pull him into his lap during meetings.

Stopped arguing when Alec dressed him in silk shirts that smelled like them.

Stopped protesting when Ace pressed him against the wall, breathing in his scent like a wolf barely restraining himself.

It wasn't normal.

And yet, his body betrayed him.

Every time.

A shiver of something dark and intoxicating curled through his stomach whenever they touched him—whenever their golden eyes locked onto him with a hunger that burned too hot.

He was falling.

Drowning.

And the worst part?

He wasn't sure if he wanted to stop.

"You're quiet today," Alexander murmured, his fingers brushing along Roo's wrist, thumb tracing slow, teasing circles against his pulse.

Roo swallowed, forcing himself to meet those piercing golden eyes. "I have nothing to say."

"Lies," Alec whispered from behind, his breath ghosting against Roo's nape. "Your silence is louder than words, piccolo."

Ace's smirk was sharp. "Maybe he's finally realizing there's no point in fighting us."

Roo tensed.

Ace leaned in, his lips barely grazing Roo's ear. "You belong to us, little one. Every breath, every thought—every inch of you is ours."

Heat coiled in Roo's stomach, his hands clenching against his sides. "I—"

"Shhh," Alexander hushed, gripping Roo's chin and tilting it up. "Don't struggle."

"You'll only lose," Alec finished, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin at Roo's throat.

A sharp inhale.

A flicker of defiance—drowned in the weight of their control.

Roo's pulse pounded.

Because the truth was terrifying.

They were right.

Far beyond the safety of the DeLorenzo estate, a storm brewed in the shadows.

The enemy moved unseen.

Unheard.

Waiting.

A whisper of a name.

A secret buried in Roo's past.

And a promise—

That even the mighty DeLorenzo triplets would not hold onto him forever.