Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 149

Ashley pov

Dominic’s presence disappears from the room, leaving behind nothing but coldness and a bitter after taste in my throat.

It takes a good while until I regain any control of my body and breathing doesn't feel like a task anymore. Looking around the room, I can't help but wonder how Dominic got in here. He didn't use the window; he didn't break through some weird barriers and definitely didn't use the front door to waltz in like he owns the place.

Just like a ghost he appeared into thin air and left the same way. I turn my head to my left and look at the door, which is shaking at this point. The bears don't stop banging their fists against the wood, they don't stop screaming at the top of their lungs, demanding for me to let them in.

But the funny thing is that I don't want to. I want to stay in this bed, left alone with nothing but my thoughts and the comfort of the bed.

For once in my life, I want to be left alone. Just me.

But of course, that isn't in my cards, not in the nearest future. “Can you stop banging on that door?” I scream, ignoring the rasp to my voice. It feels like I haven't spoken for ages, or maybe I've been in a coma for years. The words just don't come easily.

“Goddess, you scared us. We thought something happened to you,” Constantine announces, his voice strained with emotion.

“What could have possibly happened to me? Other than falling asleep, of course,” I snap back, irritated by his attitude.

Constantine lets out a sound I can't describe. It's a mix of relief and sorrow. There's something else, but that one emotion appears just as quickly as it fades, leaving no trace for me to catch on.

I roll to my side and glare at the door, hoping that by doing so I'll get them off my back without saying a word. But of course, their presence is still there, so my attempt fails. Miserably.

“I don't know,” Constantine whispers. “We thought someone might have gotten into the cabin. I don't know how to explain this, but the whole place became so cold all of a sudden, we just had to check up on you. Things like that don't just happen out of the blue.” He adds.

I could tell him that Dominic was here. Could come clean with him. But does he really deserve my honesty if he offers none? How would he feel if I would start treating him the same way he treats me?

“I'm fine, just a little sleepy, that's all.”

I hold my breath and listen, waiting for the men to back off and return to whatever they were doing. There's no need to stand at my door and act like guard dogs.

One by one, they eventually leave, but of course not all of them. Constantine still stands at my door, silent, as if he has to gather the courage to speak up again. This time, I have no intention to answer his questions until he decides to be truthful with me. Until he realizes that I'm tired of the games they are playing, and I deserve to know details about my life that everyone is so adamant to hide.

“Listen, Ash, I don't mean to intrude and upsetting you is the last thing I want to do, but if something's wrong, you need to talk to me. How am I supposed to fix something that I don't know is broken?”

Sometimes I hate that I feel empathy, especially in moments like these, when the person speaking to me sounds so broken, so tired and so vulnerable. My first instinct is to jump out of the bed, run to the door, open it and pull him into a tight hug, but I managed to hold back, and instead, I gave him the thing he's been asking for. “How about you stop hiding stuff from me and then we can talk?”

There's a brief pause of silence. Since I don't hear footsteps, I know he's still around, weighing his options. It's either now or never that he finally makes the right choice. In all honesty I believe I've been more than plenty patient with him and his friends.

“There are a couple of things you are not ready to hear yet,” Constantine tries to backtrack, but by now he should know me well enough to know that's not going to work on me.

“Nonsense. I'm not a child, I'm grown enough to be able to stomach the truth. Especially if the only information I'm demanding is closely connected to me. I don't want to be rude, but if I do come across like that, this one time I don't care. I'm tired of people who know so much about my past, so much about my life, and refuse to give me the details. Who else, if not me, should have the right to know those things? You keep claiming that you were close to my family, that my father was your best friend, yet while you have all of those memories, I have none and you lock me out of them like some outsider. Because that is fair, right?”

“Ash, that's not fair. You're not being fair right now,” he whines.

I roll my eyes, “yeah, tell me about it. How does it feel to step in my shoes for once? Except, when I cry that something isn't fair nobody listens.”

Constantine lets out another weird sound and gently knocks on the door again. “Okay, may I please come in? I would much rather have this conversation and privacy than like this.”

I kick my legs over the side of the bed and approach the door slowly. Once I unlock it, I pull it open to let him in. Constantine looks like he’s about to receive the death penalty as he enters the room and grumbles for me to close the door. As soon as he sits on the bed, he sighs and looks at me, “don’t ask me about Dominic, okay?”