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The Triplets Alphas And Their Exclusive Doctor  Novel Cover

The Triplets Alphas And Their Exclusive Doctor

"Tell me your observations, Alpha Azriel," I asked, not daring to look into those eyes-I might drown in them, especially since my mind couldn't think of anything other than his length. I'm curious how it would feel to be taken by them all. Gosh, I've completely lost it-this is not me. He exhaled lazily. "She is the one getting pleasure, not us." My gaze shifted toward the others, and they nodded in agreement. It made sense; she had been the only one reacting. Then it hit me. Axel had reacted. I turned to him. "Axel, you're already improving. That means you won't be participating in the treatment anymore," I said with a small smile. His brows tightened in irritation. "I'm not healed, Doctor... I still have difficulty getting my release." I rolled my eyes. "Cut the crap, Axel. You reacted during the session-that's a clear sign of improvement." He let out a soft chuckle "The reason I reacted..." his gaze locked on mine, "...was because I was imagining you in her place." **** Alessia, a Luna and skilled doctor, is trapped in a humiliating marriage to her Alpha mate. Her life takes a turn when she's assigned to treat a VIP patients with a sensitive condition-only to discover her patients are the ruthless triplet Alphas from a rival pack. Their vulgar behavior pushes her to her limits. When she tries to quit, they refuse, claiming she knows too much. Instead, they offer a deal: be their exclusive doctor for one month, and they'll disappear from her life forever. Desperate, she agrees-unaware that she has just signed a deal that would destroy everything she knew as a virtuous wife. What dark secrets are the triplets truly hiding? what will become of Alessia when she uncovers them?
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Chapter 5

ALESSIA

They all sighed in exhaustion, shaking their heads together.

"A lot, doctor. We've tried a lot, and it's exhausting," Axel said, still rubbing his forehead like he was genuinely tired.

My brow furrowed. Why is he being dramatic now?

I turned to Asher. "Please, explain properly."

He straightened slightly.

"We've tried porn videos online like doctors suggest. We've tried live porn. We've tried getting blowjobs. We've tried normal sex with different women-but we still don't get turned on. It's just... blank. That's all."

I exhaled and wrote it down quickly. Strange. Men like them unable to feel sexual arousal... it didn't make sense.

"And did you do it together? Like a foursome?" I asked, my heart raced even as I tried to stay professional.

You are a doctor, Alessia. You've seen worse than this. Just not from men like this.

"Of course," Axel replied casually. "We do everything together. It's more fun that way." He tilted his head. "Have you tried it too, doctor-a foursome?"

My body stiffened as a jolt of electricity ran through me. I shot him a cold stare. He raised his hands in surrender, and I rolled my eyes.

Gosh. Why would he joke like that right now?

"Since doing it together didn't help, why not try alone without your brothers? Maybe that will work," I said.

My chest tightened as I stared at them in anticipation, hoping that would make a hell of sense to them.

"Wow, Doctor, you might be right. We should give that a consideration. Brothers, what do you think?" Azriel asked. They both hesitated, weighing his words before nodding.

I exhaled slowly. Thank goodness I could leave now. I got to my feet.

"What if it didn't work, Doctor?" Axel

Cut in immediately.

I shut my eyes in frustration and turned to face him. "Of course it would. I'm a professional doctor; I know it would."

Asher sighed tiredly, shaking his head. "Kade just said it won't work."

"I'm the doctor, not Kade," I snapped before I could stop myself. Azriel let out a soft chuckle.

Gosh, Kade... Kade... is he the only wolf? Mira doesn't even interrupt-she only speaks when she's needed.

"Doctor Kade is hurt," Asher winked.

The irony of this-he makes jokes but ends up making life miserable for anyone who crosses his path, and you'd think he's harmless when he's joking.

"That's it for today. And I'll make it clear-if you need my treatment, you come to the hospital," I snapped, picking up my handbag.

"No, Doctor. You will come to us-that's why you're exclusive. It seems you haven't gotten any emails yet; you won't be working at the hospital for a month. You'll be coming tomorrow, also... here," Axel cut in sharply.

My entire body froze. Wait... did they have to go so far as to sack me? I took a deep breath, reminding myself it's just a month. Everything would be over.

"I'm actually married. I can't manage coming here every day," I said.

All of them went still, and Axel sighed and stood to his feet. I watched him as he walked to a wine shelf, picked up three empty glasses and a half bottle of whiskey, and placed them on the table.

A thick silence settled between us. No one was paying attention to me anymore. I watched Axel distribute the glasses, pouring them their drinks, my chest racing as I hoped for an answer.

"Or maybe I should come by day instead of at night," I added.

I felt so stuck in everything. Why were they acting like I was suddenly not here?

"Doctor, you can come in the day, but you will be here before 8 a.m. and leave by 6 p.m. Or come by 8 p.m. but leave by 10 p.m.," Asher shrugged.

What a damn offer. No-what was I even supposed to do in a full day with them? And I refuse to come at night. I'm a married woman... and also a Luna.

They all sipped their wine with practiced ease, their faces dark and serious. I couldn't believe these were the same men who were joking earlier. Are they also suffering from bipolar?

"Make a damn choice already, Doctor, so you can leave," Axel's voice came out cold and hoarse.

My chest tightened with a strange feeling. The way he said "so you could leave" made me feel like they didn't want me anymore.

I must be stupid to think that; I don't care how they see me. "Fine, I will come during the day."

"Now use the door," Axel added.

I furrowed my brows, my grip tightening around my handbag. I felt like a woman used and dumped right now.

I spun around and left.

"Kade said goodnight," Asher said from behind.

"To hell with Kade," I muttered and walked out of the hotel room.

I should be happy I was finally going home, but somehow their presence felt more comforting than my home.

I glanced at the time. It was some minutes to 11 p.m. I just needed to drive home before midnight-the pack entrance gate usually closed at 12. I wondered why Liam made such a law.

****

I arrived at the gate some minutes before 12 a.m., and thank goodness it was still open. I drove in and headed to the pack house and made my way inside.

My brow furrowed. Everywhere was dark and quiet. Maybe everyone was asleep. I used my phone flashlight and made my way upstairs.

I clicked open the bedroom door and froze. Liam was lying naked on the bed with three maids lying beside him, naked too.

This is too much... so much. Would Liam ever grow past this?

Before I could stop myself, warm tears slipped down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away. I had promised myself two years ago never to cry about Liam.

I took a deep breath and headed toward the wardrobe, picking up a blanket and changing into my nightwear. I clicked open the door to leave the room.

"Welcome to hell, Alessia," Liam's voice came out.

And my entire body froze. Damn it, not now.

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