Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets

Chapter 306 - too much

306

~Lisa’s POV

"We should start... immediately," I said, voice trembling with excitement and impatience.

She rolled her eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Lisa... you’re impossible," she muttered, shaking her head. "We can’t just jump in. We need to put some things in place first. Safety measures. Precautions. You can’t just throw yourself into this and hope it works."

I frowned, a little deflated, but curiosity and eagerness kept me from complaining. I watched as she moved across the room with precision, pulling small, strange objects from a cabinet and placing them carefully on the floor. Her hands moved deftly, unhurried but purposeful, arranging candles in a perfect circle around the mat in the middle of the room. Each candle was lit carefully, the flames glowing and casting dancing shadows across the walls.

When she was done, she stepped back and gestured toward the middle of the circle. "Lie down," she instructed, her tone firm but gentle.

I did as she said, lowering myself carefully onto the mat, trying not to disturb the candles around me. My heart raced as I stretched out, staring at the ceiling, and feeling the heat from the flames ripple across my skin.

"Close your eyes," she said softly. "And hold your breath."

I obeyed immediately, taking a deep inhale and holding it, my chest tight, my stomach fluttering. The scent of burning wax and herbs mingled in the air, grounding me even as my nerves prickled.

Then I heard her, the soft, low chant. It started almost imperceptibly, her voice rising and falling in a rhythm that seemed to echo through my very bones. I tried to focus, letting the words wash over me, letting the vibrations hum through the circle of candles.

"Flamma sanguis, ignis interior,

Awaken the beast, awaken the fire."

The cadence rose, slow and deliberate, echoing through the hut:

"Luna et sol, venite in me,

Merge the shadow, merge the light, set me free."

Her hands traced invisible symbols above me, and the chant deepened, vibrating in my chest:

"Spiritus bestiae, vis arcana,

Flow through my veins, bind, awaken the mana."

She repeated, the rhythm hypnotic, almost like a heartbeat:

"Ardens anima, crescite potentia,

Half and whole, wolf and witch, bloom in me."

Then her voice softened, lilting, almost coaxing, carrying both power and caution:

"Temper et potentia, moderare, tenere,

Balance the fire, hold, control, awaken."

And then stronger, commanding:

"Vis interior, ignis et luna,

Merge and rise, awaken fully, bloom!"

The chant repeated, looping, layering in intensity, a melody of old magic and raw instinct. I could feel the vibrations in my bones, my magic quivering in response, the fire inside me stretching toward full bloom.

"Half and whole, wolf and witch, bloom in me.

Half and whole, wolf and witch, bloom in me."

Her hands hovered over me, moving slowly, deliberately, tracing shapes in the air I couldn’t see. I felt a warmth start at my chest, spreading outward, like tiny embers igniting inside me. It was powerful, almost frightening, and yet I wanted it more than anything. My wolf instincts stirred, my magic quivering at the edges of my mind, hungry, waiting.

I could feel something trying to bloom inside me, the raw power of a wolf, the sharp clarity of witchcraft, merging in a strange, wild harmony. The thought that I would become something more, half wolf, half witch, made my pulse race, my stomach twist in anticipation.

But then, a wave of heat, sharp and intense, swept over me. It wasn’t just warmth, it was fire, crawling under my skin, racing through my veins, pressing against my chest. My lungs tightened as if someone had wrapped them in iron. I gasped, tried to draw in air, but my body refused. My chest heaved, my arms shook, my heart thudded so hard it felt like it might burst. My breath caught somewhere deep in my throat, lodged like a stone I couldn’t swallow. And then I realized... I had stopped breathing.

Panic clawed at my mind, sharp and relentless. My stomach lurched, cold sweat prickling down my back. I felt hot, shaking, trembling all over, trapped in the fire and fear raging inside me. Every instinct screamed to run, to escape, to throw myself away from the circle, from the flames, from the magic that was almost suffocating me. My hands clawed at the mat beneath me, nails digging in, trying to grasp something solid, something real, something to hold onto.

"Lira..." I whispered, my voice hoarse, fragile, trembling like a small animal cornered. My lips quivered, my throat burned, and I wanted so badly to scream, to call out louder, but the air wouldn’t come. My body felt like it had betrayed me, refusing to respond, refusing to give me the simple act of breathing.

Her voice came then, calm, steady, like a lifeline tossed across a stormy sea. "Lisa... listen to me. Focus. Do not fight it. Breathe when I tell you. The power will bloom if you let it, but you must not panic. Not now."

I tried to obey, trying to feel her guidance instead of the fear twisting inside me. My lungs burned, my heart pounded, but I concentrated on her voice, letting the chanting wash over me, letting the flames move across my closed eyelids, letting the warmth of her hands and the circle of candles anchor me.

Something inside me stirred, wild, hungry, magical. The edges of my power were quivering, trying to bloom, trying to fuse into something more than just wolf or witch. My chest throbbed, my body screamed, and I felt the thin line between control and chaos stretch taut inside me.

"Lisa..." she whispered again, and I felt her presence, her grounding, like a tether. "You’re doing it. You’re handling it. One step at a time. Hold it... don’t fight it. Let it bloom."

I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles ached, every nerve alive with fire, every muscle trembling as if my body were about to unravel. The energy inside me surged, wild and hungry, threatening to rip free and consume me completely. My wolf instincts, raw and primal, stirred, mixing with the magic curling along the edges of my mind. I could feel it pulling at me, testing me, begging to be unleashed.

But I focused. I focused on her voice, the steady rhythm of her chanting, the warmth of her presence hovering nearby. Her words wrapped around me like a lifeline. Slowly, slowly, the raw, impatient energy inside me began to bend, to mold itself into something... manageable. Just a little. Not perfect, not fully tamed, but enough that I could feel my body responding without breaking completely.

And yet... my chest refused to expand. My lungs felt like they were caught in a vise, my ribcage too tight, my breath trapped deep inside, begging to escape. I was so scared. My heart hammered against my chest like a frantic drum, sweat prickling my skin, my hands trembling violently.

Then I remembered her words, echoing in my mind: If your body resists, let me know.

"Lira..." I whispered, my voice shaky, hoarse, almost lost in the hum of energy filling the room. I could barely get the words out. "I... I can’t... It’s too much..."