The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 70

Catherine POV

"You reek!" Sam said, scrunching his nose in disgust as he lifted me from the couch. "I don’t like the way you smell right now!"

Sam carried me back to my room, his facial expression stony. He even refused to give me a single glance.

My heart pounded in my chest, and my body stiffened.

Did I really anger him this much?

"I'm sorry," I said, reaching out to touch his cheek, yet Sam refused to be touched and pulled his head back.

That took me by surprise, and I felt my heart sink into my shoes.

Sam opened my bedroom door and set me down on the bed. He gave me one hard look and stalked off to the bathroom.

If Sam was this angry, how angry was Grey, or even Colt?

My eyes grew wide, and I was nervously fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

What will their punishment be?

I knew the brothers would never hurt me; I was sure of that. Their wolves wouldn't allow them to.

Would their punishment be something that would test my limit?

Or will they ignore me for the rest of our stay?

Would they lock me up in my room?

Or worse, reject me?

My heart pinched hurtfully in my chest at the last thought. I just got used to the brothers and had grown to like them, maybe even... Will they go that far?

I could hear Sam opening the taps in the bath. There was still water in the bath; I guess he was just adjusting the temperature.

My gaze snapped toward the bathroom door where Sam appeared, and I raised my head slowly to look at him from under my eyelashes.

His gaze was pinned on me, his eyes dark and angry.

"Get undressed," Sam barked coldly.

There was no playfulness in his voice, just pure displeasure.

Where did his sunny personality go?

With shaking hands, I pulled my shirt over my head, then loosened my pants and pulled them off, leaving me in my underwear.

"All of it!" He growled.

I shivered at his tone and whimpered under my breath. This wasn't Sam at all. I wasn't used to him being this cold and unfriendly.

I wasn't sure if I liked this dominant side of Sam, yet I couldn't help feeling my core tightening.

I did as he said, leaving me sitting bare on the bed.

Sam's eyes never leave me. He watched as I removed every piece of clothing.

Was he trying to intimidate me?

Yet I had this nagging feeling at the back of my head that this was just an act.

After a short pause, Sam came to me, picked me up, and carried me to the bath. He carefully set me down in the water.

The water was stinging my skin and was a bit too warm to my taste, yet I couldn't help but appreciate the huge pile of bubbles in the bath.

Sam got to his feet, gave me one hard look, and handed me a sponge and soap.

"Get that scent off of you now!" he hissed. "Before I lose control of Luka, and he takes matters into his own hands."

Sam's eyes turned black, and my breath hitched.

Luka had always been playful and carefree; nothing could ever tip him over the edge.

Sam turned around on his heels and left the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I sat there for a moment in silence. I was dumbstruck at the way Sam was acting, and a cold shiver ran down my spine.

How will Grey and Colt act?

"I can't hear you scrubbing!" Sam growled from the other room.

Goddess, was he listening to what I was doing?

I felt a bit uneasy.

What were the brothers planning to do with me?

I shook the thought off, laid back in the water, and closed my eyes.

I sighed.

This was my doing.

I just needed to relax and think clearly.

Maybe I should just apologize?

Would that help?

I shook my head. I had this nagging feeling in the back of my head that the triplets were out to make sure I wasn't going to let another man touch me again.

Another breath escaped my lips, and I sat upright. I just needed to accept my punishment and take it as a true warrior. I f*cked up.

I pulled the sponge closer, poured some liquid soap on the sponge, and started scrubbing myself.

"Let me give you a hand." A husky voice came from the door, followed by the scent of pure rain.

My gaze snapped toward the bathroom door, seeing Grey lying against the door frame and looking at me.

His gaze was a bit softer than Sam's; his head cocked lazily to the side, and his hands were buried in his pants pockets.

I nodded wide-eyed, not making a sound.

Grey got upright with a small smirk playing on his lips, closed the gap between us, and held out his hand.

I visibly shivered as I handed him the sponge.

I turned my body so that Grey could access my back, and he started gently washing my back.

"I hope you know this is only the beginning of your punishment," Grey whispered in my ear, sending sweet shivers down my spine. "There is more to come..."

I turned my head slightly to look into Grey's eyes to see if he was serious, yet I trembled slightly at the coldness in his eyes.

A smile formed on his perfect lips. He was enjoying this.

"We don't like it when our orders are taken lightly..." he warned, and my breath hitched as Grey's eyes turned black.

Was Duke angry at me too?

"... nor when they are being disobeyed."

Grey got to his feet, stalked toward the exit, froze, and looked back at me, then winked with a small smile before he left and closed the door behind me.

What the f*ck was that?

Did I imagine that?

I shook my head and giggled behind my hand. That I didn't expect coming from Grey after he blew so much worry inside me.

Now I was sure this was just an act.

Were the boys trying to make me submit? They couldn't be that angry at me for having John carry me down to the living room.

They were just building tension.

Tension...

Tension to what?

The next moment, the door opened and crashed against the wall, and Colt walked in. His aura was so strong that a whimper escaped my lips. Yet as soon as he pinned his gaze on me, the triplets' act came crumbling down, and what happened next caught the boys by surprise.

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