The Unwanted Luna

-POV Ayame-

"Angel...Sweetie...?" I felt Vil's hands washing my hair...my body.... Then, a soft towel was wrapped around me, and I ended up back under some blankets. I don't remember much after the panty wetting scene tonight, but all I know is I feel like I can finally think with a clear head. I can finally say they are all mine and I can finally make an actual choice of whom I want to mark me first. Well, maybe the party is still out on the last bit.

I snuggled into Vil's chest and a subtle rumble was felt next to my cheek. He was so warm. Was he always this warm? "Angel, I need you to talk to me." I snuggled in further, not trusting my voice and only wanting to enjoy this moment. "Ayame." His voice deepened and I knew it was a warning.

I looked up through my lashes. "Yes, sir?" I didn't even recognize my voice. What was that?! My voice - if you want to call it that - sounded like some strange crack and rasp thing put together.

He smirked and rubbed his thumb over my lower lip while his arm snaked around my torso and aimlessly played with my side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Are you okay, angel?" He asked. "Yes, sir."

He leaned down and kissed my lips. "Vil is fine, angel." I nodded. "We aren't in scene anymore, but how quickly you adjusted confirms that what you said was true. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on J o-b n-1 b. c (o) m. You are well versed in the Dom/sub culture, but that ass wasn't a dom. He was an egotistical sadist who took it way too far. Was there anything you didn't like?"

Was this aftercare? I had never experienced it before, but I loved it. He was so caring and aware of my feelings. This will never get old. "No." Raspy again.

"That's good." He sighed in relief and fell back on the pillow, pulling me closer to him.

"Why?" I asked, while curiosity outweighed my exhaustion. I grazed my hand over his chest while my head rested on his pecs.

"Because I'm not letting you go that easily, angel."

I looked up at him and he tilted his head a bit to meet my eyes. "Even when I'm a brat?"

He slapped my bare ass, pushing a yelp from my lips. "Especially when you are a brat." I moaned while I felt his fingers tighten on my reddened bum and he tapped my nose with his free hand. "No more for tonight, angel. It's time to rest."

I wanted to fight that. We both decided to hold back from going all the way and I was starting to resent that, but I knew it wasn't worth pushing the need now. I could tell he wanted me to trust him first. Also, I was already half asleep and who knows what these triplets have in store for me tomorrow.

When I woke up the next morning, Vil had disappeared but I was still in my towel from last night. I combed my hair away from my face and noticed a note on his side of the bed. Involuntarily, I felt my stomach drop, but it was just from a bad memory, not the current situation. I flipped open the crisp paper and read the note. Get dressed and meet us downstairs. Your clothes are on the couch.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling relief, and pulled myself out of bed. I still felt all the...aftermath of last night, but it felt so good as the warm tingles cascaded over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I walked to the bathroom, letting the towel fall where it may lie. I risked looking at myself in the mirror and there were no cuts, bruises, or marks of any kind. Like he promised, nothing was permanent, and everything was for my pleasure. "He's good." I whispered, cutting on the water in his shower. The steam filled the room, but I felt my core start to pool again as my imagination ran wild. What if I get to play with all three of them at once?

I squeaked as my breath hitched. I quickly switched the temperature of the water and took a cold shower and tossed my clothes on. I went with a purple and blue tie-die sundress with a thin black belt cinched at my waist. I dug around and found a pair of black suede booties that matched the ensemble perfectly. We may be on a tropical beach, but it's still only late Spring. I think I can get away with boots. I grabbed a comb from the bag and combed through my hair gently while I cursed myself. I cannot believe I forgot to tie up my hair.

Once I finally got it tamed to a realistic level, I wrapped it in a bun on the top of my head. I looked around for some make-up and, surprisingly enough, there was my travel bag full of all the necessities. Now that I think about the outfits and the preparations necessary to have so many options in this bag, I'm sure Emily helped. I put on a thin layer and added some blue to my lid with some gold eyeliner. It felt like a nice touch. It totally worked with the nude lip. I brushed on a layer of mascara and headed out of the room.

I wandered down stairs and heard soft tones coming from the kitchen. They had to be in there. "Either way, basketball's already over, but I'm sure the guys wouldn't hate a road trip to a Boston game or something next year. At this point, I'll see any of them play." Vil said. "Whatever, we always go to their games at least once or twice a season." Edon grumbled.

"We sponsor them, remember?" Conri added.

I stepped in, not wanting to eavesdrop. "You sponsor a whole basketball team?" I asked.

They all looked at me and the warmth on their faces was there and accounted for. Conri stepped up this time and kissed my forehead. "You look lovely, little one. And to answer your question, yes we do."

"Whoa. I reiterate my statement. No way I can work for your company. I don't know much about marketing and I should probably finish my degree first."

A smooth grin tipped from the side of his lips as he guided me to the kitchen table. "That's nothing that an online program can't fix. We won't make you the CMO overnight. We will make sure you work for it." Conri took a seat and then he pulled me to sit on his lap. I did not object. "R-right. Thanks?" I said hesitantly, having no choice but to straddle his legs. I'm grateful this was a pleated design over those pencil skirts Emily loves so much. CMO...like c-suite executive.... Did he really think that I could make it that far? I mean, I'm happy that he thinks so, but I don't want to disappoint him either.

A plate of waffles was in front of me with sausage, bacon, and eggs. "Eat up. Then we have a few things to do today!"

"We?" I asked curiously. I bit into some bacon and the taste was delicious.

"Yes we." Conri said again, while he grabbed a bite of my waffles.

"Hey..." I whimpered.

"I'm sure you already noticed that this is double your normal portions." I glanced at the food, and he was right. It was a lot.

"Fine, you can have some." He laughed at that and continued to chow down on the extras. We ate in silence, and I knew they were talking to each other. Strangely, it made me feel slightly uncomfortable when Vil was smirking and Edon was pursing his lips. What the hell were they talking about?! "Vil... Edon. If you are going to have a discussion...we already talked about this. No mind links until Ayame has her spirit." I turned to face Conri in shock. I had gotten used to their side conversations at this point.

"Wait...no...you don't have to um...." I could not get words across at this point.

"Does it bother you?" Conri asked. Sometimes the underlying snark in his tone makes me want to act out and blatantly ask him why he even wants to know my answer when he's clearly already predicted it?! Then, I remember that he's probably not the brother I want to mess with. Vil may give me the most delicious punishments, but Conri.... He's the one I want to make proud of me...in some weird way.

I glanced over at Vil and Edon, now slowing their chewing. They were probably interested in my answer, unlike their brother. "Well...sometimes, but not all the time. It's part of who you are. I'm not going to make you change that for me." I fiddled with the fabric of my skirt, finding that more interesting than the three pairs of eyes staring at me.

Conri rested his hand on my shaking ones and kissed my neck softly. "It's okay, little one. We don't mind. It's only for a short while anyways."

"Yeah, but I really don't think she would want to know what we were talking about." Vil said with a sickeningly dark smirk on his lips. Damn, why did I think that was hot?

"Oh really?" Conri said as his hands started to move dangerously close to a place that was on fire at the moment. Did that shower do anything?! "From what I can tell, it seems like she would love to hear what we were talking about."

Oh goddess, he was in that conversation too?! I hopped off of Conri's lap, not at all hungry anymore, and shifted far enough away from them so my overly sensitive nerves could catch a break. "I'm okay. Honest. I'll just wait in the living room until you're done, Conri." I cleared my throat, feeling completely out of breath all of a sudden and bolted to the silent living room while the three of them enjoyed a laugh at my expense.

I clicked on the TV and snuggled into the plush cushions, enjoying the random station about southwest cooking. It seemed interesting and I'm sure Litty would love to try some of these recipes with me. I made it a point to remember the ones I fancied. About halfway into the second episode, I was gently kissed on the cheek by Conri, leaning over the back of the couch. "You ready?" He asked. I undid myself from the rather comfortable set up I had going there - a knitted blanket and giant decorative pillow - and stood to my feet. "Yes, I'm ready to go."

He grinned and nodded towards the door next to the TV. "We can take my car."

I'm assuming the door he directed us to was the garage. As I thought, he led me through the plain room of concrete to a Porshe Tycan - according to the name on the trunk. I'm not a car person. I just like speed. I turned to him, and he smirked, unlocking the doors. He pulled the handle and the doors lifted above my head and my jaw went slack. "Stop gawking and get in." He tapped my nose and I hastily adjusted my shock and scurried into the car.

We backed out of the garage and once we made it out of the gates, Conri floored it to goddess knows where. We were bobbing and weaving in and out of the few cars driving by until we made it to a small store with a brick façade and one lone window facing out to the town. When we came in yesterday, we didn't go through the actual shopping area, but now I can see that there really was an entire town on this island.

When Conri opened my door for me, I stepped out and he guided me into the small store. The smell of coffee immediately wafted through my senses. It was to die for. I spun around with the biggest grin and the subtle lift of my skirt hem fell back to just above my knees. "A coffee shop?" I asked excitedly.

He slipped his hand on my cheek and nodded. "Yes, I want to hang out with you for a little bit, and I don't think you had enough to eat for breakfast. Have something sweet and I'll be satisfied."

I blushed heavily as his thumb grazed over my bottom lip. I nodded and spun around to meet the young man at the register. He looked terrified and bowed. "Pleasure to have you in my shop! I...I didn't know the Alpha Triplets were in town."

Conri stood closer to me and slipped his hand around my waist. "Just for the weekend." He said poignantly.

The barista nodded. "Of course, Alpha. Um...what can I get you?"

Conri tapped my cheek with his other hand. I turned slightly to look at him, but I didn't want to move out of his grasp. It was too comfortable. Without Edon, Vil, and Conri for the last three weeks, I felt like I had been deprived of my favorite things for a lifetime. Now that I have it back, I cannot get enough. "What would you like, little one?"

I froze hearing my nickname in public and it didn't help that everyone in this café could hear us, even if they didn't want to. I turned back to the barista and he was blushing for me. "I'll have a peppermint mocha please." I requested, glancing at the menu through my lashes. "Of course. Would you like that in a to-go cup or for here?" He asked, punching in my order.

"For here." Conri confirmed without me even having to ask.

I nodded. "Oh, and can I have a chocolate-chip muffin as well?" I asked and the man grinned before adding that to the order.

"Of course. Anything else?" He asked, finally looking away from the screen he was so interested in before.

"Yes, just a black coffee." Conri added.

"Right, that will be $20.38, sir."

Conri handed him a black card with gold lettering and the man stared at it in awe before hastily swiping his card. Conri returned it to his wallet and we went to sit at a small table in the back of the café. I can feel the stares now, but at this point, I don't have time to be nosy. I need to focus on Conri. This is a rarity. I've had time with all three of them and it's only been twenty-four hours. I'm not going to waste it.

The barista rested small plates on our table, one with the muffin and the other two with our drinks. Once he turned on his heels to resume his post at the register, Conri took a sip of his coffee. "Ask anything you would like, little one. I'm here to answer whatever you want and apologize for discarding you for the last few weeks. We know what we did was wrong, and we owe it to you to fix that." Conri was apologizing.... Conri was apologizing?!

I blinked, registering what he said. I ripped a piece of my muffin that was nice and warm to the touch and popped the morsel in my mouth. Once I was done, I finally took a deep breath and asked about the one thing I knew he had information on. The one thing that will allow me to accept his apology. "Who is the Radavier family?"