Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 147

Ashley pov

I give myself a moment to take a few deeper breaths. My back is pressed against the door, I don't move away from it, kind of hoping that maybe I could overhear a conversation.

I know that eavesdropping is bad, I know that I shouldn't do it, and I'm fully aware that everyone is entitled to their privacy and secrecy of their conversations. However, I can't fight the need to listen in.

If Constantine and his friends refused to give up information willingly, I need to come up with some creative ways to get it.

The idea is good, since I'm holding my breath, I suppose I'm quiet enough to pull it off, but neither of those men walk even relatively close to my door. It honestly feels like they're staying away on purpose.

And yet, I still stand here, back pressed against the door, breath caught somewhere in my throat, and my hands trembling at my sides. There is nothing I hate more in this life than a pointless waiting game. I much rather prefer being straightforward and open with people that surround me. Seems like I'm the only one who thinks so.

After what feels like hours, I gave up and drop the idea. Maybe bracing myself with more patience and waiting until Constantine is ready to talk this out, it's better to stay aside and wait.

Pushing myself off the door, I take careful steps closer to the bed. Once I approach it, my eyes dart to the small window, lingering on the darkness outside.

I still have this weird eerie feeling and I can't really drop the image of those blood-red eyes from my mind. Worst thing is that I still feel like this isn't the first time I've seen them. How crazy is it to think that you've ever seen someone with blood eyes?

“Come on, Ash, stop being such a baby and drop it,” I whisper, willing myself to pry my eyes off the window and get some rest. I'm probably having hallucinations due to lack of sleep. Yes, that has to be it.

Slowly, I pull the cover off the bed and climb in. And then, I pull the cover over myself and make myself more comfortable, hoping sleep would come soon.

As I'm drifting in and out of that weird pre-sleep phase, I overhear muffled voices from the other side of the door, but I pay no mind to them.

Even when one of the guys tries out the door handle and realizes I've locked the door, I don't bother to move and get out of the bed.

It's hard to explain, but I feel like I'm stuck against my will. I wanted to sleep, yes, I really wanted to get some rest, but I'm not able to actually fall asleep. I'm also not able to move a muscle in my body, which makes me feel like someone or something is holding me down.

Blame this on all of those science fiction books I've read, but I seriously feel like an invisible force field has been placed over me, and now I have no power over my own body.

“Ash?” I hear Constantine call my name, but his voice sounds so far away, I don't think he's standing near to the door. Well, I really don't until he starts banging his fist against the door and calling out my name even louder than before. “Open the door, stop playing around, Ash! I get that you are angry, and you have all rights to be, but even hidden in this cabin you're still not safe enough to lock us out. Open the door, please!”

With every word, his voice grows more frantic, I can almost feel the frustration and fear radiating off of him. Why is he so worried all of a sudden? By trying to get some rest I'm not committing a gruesome crime.

I try to roll on my side so that my back would be turned to the door, but yet again, I'm reminded that I have no power over my body. No matter how hard I try, I can't move a finger. Is this the sleep paralysis people have been talking about? Is this what some unfortunate souls experience every night - being asleep and never quite sleeping, losing any ability to escape the demons that dance above their heads?

Whatever this is, I hate it with passion. Even as a first-time experience, this has to be one of the worst in my life. And as if losing the control over my own self isn't enough, the banging on the door and the voices of the man screaming through it are becoming louder. So loud, every sound and every thought echoes in my mind painfully.

I try to open my mouth, try to just scream at them and silence them all, but I can't make a sound. Even my voice has become nonexistent all of a sudden. Just like that, out of nowhere, I'm not my own self anymore. I'm just a body, laying on the bed, void of voice and movement.

“Ash, open the goddamn door before I break it down. I'm not kidding anymore, open the door!” Constantine roars so loudly, even the glass of the small cabin window rattles because of it.

I really try to get out of the bed, I swear I'm really trying, but I can't do as much as kick the covers off of me, let alone actually get to the door.

A painful sounding grunt leaves my lips as I feel a new presence hovering above me. There they are - the blood-red eyes looking down at me with nothing but mischief. I try to scream, but the sound is stuck in my throat and won't move anywhere.

I fight against the invisible force, trying my hardest to alert the bears about the invader. My heart is beating in my chest so hard that I fear I might faint any moment. Unless I manage to warn Constantine that someone has entered the cabin, there's a great risk this creature might be here for me and by the time I wake up, I might find myself in a place I don't know.