Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 11

Ashley pov

Ever since I met Anno, I found a new joy in waking up every day. I still avoid my mates at all costs, and surprisingly, it works. Well, mostly with Anno’s help. Since I leave extremely early in the morning, none of them are awake yet, and spending time after classes with Anno, mainly with him tutoring me, always has me returning to our shared living space after they fall asleep.

The only one who still tries to talk to me is Ethan. He’s a true sunshine character in everyone’s book - always so considerate and worried about everyone.

I know it’s a bitch move, but I refuse to talk to him too. No, he hasn’t done anything wrong for the most part, but if I allow myself to get close to him, I know what end we will meet.

Eventually, they’ll figure out who I am to them and then, even Ethan will reject me. The same as my first mate did. After all, they’re Sorrentino’s, even the King bows to their family. No part of that family would want a runt like myself as their mate. Laughable.

“Ash?” Anno’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He’s waving his hand in front of my face, really trying to get my attention. “Are you in there, somewhere? Or should I get the nurse to check up on you?”

The worry in his voice is genuine, which is something I’m extremely grateful for. Just like I told him days ago - getting a friendship out of our messed-up situation really is better than nothing at all.

“Yeah,” I chuckle. “Just got lost in my thoughts, you know. Happens when you have a lot on your mind.”

“Let’s assume I believe your excuse,” he nudges my side. “But only assume, okay?” Anno adds and hums. I don’t question him, the guy has a weird way of thinking - he is better left alone while he does.

We walk towards the training grounds in silence. Some students rush past us, but today, no one is being a massive prick by trying to run into us on purpose at least.

“Why are you avoiding the guys you live with? Are they bullies? Don’t tell me they’re just as bad as that jerk Steven. Oh, I know, I could go talk to the headmaster and get you transferred to my place. I’m living alone anyway, it’s not like I don’t have enough space there.”

Anno sounds so excited, I feel so bad to be the one who delivers the bad news. “That won’t happen, sorry.”

Since I don’t offer an explanation, I’m not surprised that he takes my words as an attack on his character. “Why? Are you suddenly too cool to live with a dork now?”

I grab his upper arm to stop Anno before he storms away. He tends to overreact a lot for some reason. “No,” I try to sound as gentle as possible. “The reason why I say that your plan won’t work has nothing and everything to do with who you are, Anno. But, not in the way you assume. You’re an omega and I am of Alpha blood. The headmaster will never allow us to live in the same place.”

Finally, realization dawns on him and a small smile spreads across his lips as Anno shakes his head.

“You’re right. Sorry, you’ve been such a great and respectful friend that I completely forget who you are whenever we spend time together. I suppose the arrangement we created is better anyway. Until we figure something out, right?”

“Until we figure something out,” I repeat his words right as Anno pulls me into a tight hug.

We don’t embrace for long before the mockery starts all over again. Steven and his friends pass by at the right moment, like they always do, stupid stalkers.

They don’t shy away from calling us gay and poking fun, but Anno and I ignore their attempts to get under our skin. That’s all they can pretty much do and since they’ve been failing at the task, they’re getting increasingly more aggravated by our indifference.

“Let’s go before we end up late. Those assholes aren’t worth our time,” Anno mutters and we both start laughing as we leave the bullies behind.

Truth be told, that makes Steven and his friends even angrier and we both know that. Ignoring them is one thing, but disrespecting Alphas by showing hostility this openly can end very badly..

And honestly, it does. It proves to be true when Anno and I are paired for training. At first, we deal with everything fairly easily as we learned how to work together, but soon, we run into many issues.

First those are malfunctions of the equipment on the obstacle course and then, as we try to deal with this shit, more laughing and mockery starts, which in turn throws us both off.

It’s so stupid and childish, but of course, Steven takes great pleasure in watching the fruits of his work as both of us keep struggling, too damn stubborn to give up.

“What is it, lover boys, can’t deal with some minor issues, huh?” Steven shouts at us right as one of the weapons in my hands explodes and the shards of it hit my face.

“Fucking assholes,” Anno mutters and offers me a napkin.

“Thanks,” I chuckle as I accept it and look over my shoulder to meet the gaze of a very satisfied Steven. “I wouldn’t take you for a type who can curse, but here you are, surprising me every step of the way.”

My words are more of an attempt to distract myself and forget the anger that rages within me. I want to fucking stab that asshole, jump him and beat him close to death, but this isn’t the time or place for me to get revenge on the useless piece of crap.

“Aww, what’s that look about, Ash, my boy? Are you going to cry now? Or are you planning to run back to mommy and tell her how the big bad Alphas at school hurt your little pretty feelings?” Steven keeps mocking me.

If I hadn’t learned how to contain my anger about someone bringing up my family, I would have jumped the moron already. He has to have a death wish, or he’s completely brain dead. No sane person says shit like that, regardless of the other person’s family status.

“Steven, don’t poke at our pretty boy too much, he might cry and ruin his makeup. We don’t want to see the ugly bitch under all that mask, do we?” Another of his friends joins in.

I open my mouth and quickly shut it when I feel something trail down my face. At first, I worry it might be a rogue tear, but when I swipe at the liquid with my fingers and look at it, I realize I’m bleeding. “Fuck,” I hiss under my breath and quicky press the napkin against the wound on my forehead.

“I wouldn’t mind, let the rest of the word see the ugly bitch for who he is, not for who he keeps pretending to be. Bet those two fags are fucking anyway, I think it’s only fair we get some too,” Steven shouts.

Okay, that is enough. I’ve had enough.

Pulling my hand in a tight fist, I spin on my heels to face the morons. They’re too engrossed in their stupid jokes to notice everyone looking at them, the same as they don’t notice the coach coming our way.

“What are you going to do, pretty boy?” Steven whines, pretending to wipe tears.

My voice doesn’t reach anyone because a familiar voice speaks over me. “Enough!” The sound alone sends shivers down my spine. My eyes instantly seek my feet - I can’t look up. I can’t look at my mates and pretend their sudden appearance when I need them the most doesn’t mean the world to me.