I turned to see the triplets, their eyes blazing with anger, standing over Jake’s crumpled form. Everyone started gathering around, watching as Silas land punches on Jake.
“Who the fuck do you think you are to touch what belong to us?”. Silas asked, landing a punch on Jake’s face with each word.
I let out a sign of relief as he stood up from him only for Ezra to continue hitting Jake.
“She fucking told you to back off, did she not? One kiss won’t hurt right? Well I guess a few punches won’t kill either”. He said, landing numerous punches on Jake.
“Zayn, they are gonna kill him. Please stop them”. I begged, holding zayn.
“Did he touch you? Are you hurt anywhere?”, he asked, checking my body for injuries.
“I’m fine, just tell them to stop”.
“That’s enough”. He said, walking over to pull Ezra away from Jake.
Ezra’s chest was heaving with anger, but he nodded and stepped back, allowing Zayn to pull him away from Jake’s broken form.
Zayn pulled Jake up, shaking his head pitifully before smashing him against the wall, I let out a scream.
“Tell me, which pack are you from? What gave you the audacity to touch her? Who said you can even speak to her?”. He yelled.
Jake’s face was a mess of blood and bruises, his eyes swelling shut from the relentless punches. He tried to cover his face.
“I’m sorry please”. He begged.
“Silas, Ezra. He’s a friend ok? Please, just let him go. He has learned his lesson”. I begged, staring at Silas and Ezra.
Silas and Ezra exchanged a glance, then nodded at Zayn. “Let him go, Zayn. Lyra’s right, he’s learned his lesson.”
Zayn’s grip on Jake’s throat tightened for a moment before he released him, letting Jake slump to the ground, gasping for air.
I rushed to Jake’s side, helping him sit up. “Jake, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
“Get away from him”. Silas growl, picking me up like I weigh nothing before throwing him on his shoulder.
“Let me go, let me go”. I kicked my legs in the air, hitting his shoulder.
“You better fucking stay still”. He warned, walking out of the school with Ezra and zayn trailing behind us.
“Zayn, get the car”. Ezra ordered.
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Silas carried Lyra out of the school building, Ezra and Zayn flanking him. They reached a sleek black car, and Silas deposited Lyra into the backseat. Ezra and Zayn followed, trapping her between them.
Lyra’s eyes flashed with anger, her voice raised in protest. “Let me out! This is kidnapping!”
Silas started the engine, his eyes meeting Lyra’s in the rearview mirror. “One more word from you….”. He paused, staring at her through the rear view.
Lyra bit her lips, quieting down immediately.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Were you gonna let him kiss you?”.
Silas’s gaze bore into Lyra’s, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. “What if we haven’t gotten there?. Who knows what would have happened if we hadn’t intervened?”
Ezra and Zayn remained silent, their faces stern and unyielding, trapping Lyra between them like a vice.
“You wanted a kiss right? We will give you a kiss! As a matter of fact, we will give you more than a kiss”.
Lyra’s eyes widened in alarm as Silas’s words hung in the air.
“What do you mean?” Lyra whispered, her voice trembling.
Silas’s smile was cold and calculating. “You’ll find out soon enough, baby”.
“Lyra”. Ezra called, brushing her hair to the side.
“Let’s get one thing straight: you’re ours now. And we don’t share what’s ours.” He added.
“We will only share you among us, not with others”. Zayn joined in.
“But first I think it’s necessary we make you understand that”. Silas said, packing the car.
Lyra’s eyes darted between the triplets, feeling both fear and aroused.
The car pulled over, and Silas got out, opening Lyra’s door. “Get out, Lyra,” he commanded, his voice firm.