Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 150

Constantine pov

Entering the small bedroom and sitting on the bed, I feel like I'm a criminal. The questioning is about to start, and the cop in my case, doesn't look too friendly. Ash still stands close by the door, her arms crossed in front of her chest, and no nonsense look on her face.

If looks could kill in reality, I would be stuck six feet under, confined in a wooden box, my body already rotten to its core.

Ash comes across as this sweet, short, bubbly girl that's all about happiness and positivity, but she has a serious mean streak. I can easily explain that by comparing her to her parents. Her mother was a bright personality, always seeking the best in people, excusing their flaws as mistakes and emphasizing how important it is to remember that nobody's really perfect. Her father, on the other hand, was a grump. Those two complemented each other like no other couple I've ever met.

And Ash, well, she resembles them both almost in perfect harmony.

Sucking in a deep breath, I look at her and hope that my gaze gives out all of the conflicting emotions that I feel. She doesn't move, doesn't show emotions of her own, and just stares at me with that blank expression on her face.

Letting out a deep sigh, I speak up, “don’t ask me about Dominic, okay?”

Ash looks disappointed. I'm almost completely certain that this is the very topic she wanted to discuss, not actual details about her life she claims I have been withholding from her.

Arching my eyebrow, I wait for her to speak up. The silence around us is deafening, the type of silence nobody wants to be surrounded by, almost swollen whole.

“What if I want to ask about Dominic?” She finally whispers.

My face twists, I was willing to have this conversation because she kept on insisting that I'm hiding stuff about her past, about her life in general. The last person I want to discuss is Dominic. There's a huge difference between my private life and some things I might know about her.

And besides, the only couple of people who do know the truth about Dominic and me, are the people who stood by my side when everything was happening.

“Why do you look like I'm trying to pull out your teeth?” Ash suddenly asks, taking a few cautious steps towards me.

I hate it when people do this, when they approach me like I'm a flight risk, like I might snap an attack at any given moment. I wouldn't. Ever. I view her as my own daughter, so I would rather give up my life for her safety than ever harm her.

“Because it feels like that's exactly what you're doing,” I admit and tap the bed next to me, letting her know she should sit down.

Ash does and instantly focuses her gaze on something in the distance. The poor girl looks like she's struggling to do everything in her power not to look at me. Like she's on the edge, stuck in an endless loop of wondering what might trigger me or not.

“The story about me and Dominic is complicated at best. But that's not why we are here. You allowed me to enter the bedroom so we could discuss things about you, your past, and whatever you think I am hiding from you, not to gossip about the worst days of my life.”

Carefully, I set my hand on her thigh, simply to show her I'm here, and I'm willing to listen.

Her body trembles, just a little bit, but enough for me to take notice of it. Her eyes start darting at the stuff in the room, anywhere but at me of course, so I know she's anxious about something.

“Come on, you can talk to me. I'm here for you, and I'm not planning to go anywhere, no matter how hard you try to push me away. So, if you have any doubts and questions, ask them now.” I try to encourage her.

Ash lets out a shuddering breath and looks down at her feet. “You'll hate me for this, but I really want to know more about your past with that guy Dominic. I know it's a lot to ask for, but please understand I have my reasons,” she whispers.

“What are the reasons?” I can't help but question her.

Curiosity is one thing, but when a person is this adamant on finding out every single detail about your life and that one person you don't want to remember, there has to be more to it.

Slowly, Ash turns her face until our eyes meet. Her gaze is so pleading, I don't know if I have the strength to say no to her, no matter what she asks for.

“Remember you told me I saved your lives earlier today? When the hunters came to the door, and I pretended to be human?” She asks, her voice quivering.

“Of course I do, how could I forget? Not only is it a memorable moment, but also that happened just hours ago,” I chuckle.

“It wasn't me,” she whispers, her voice so low it's barely audible.

“What do you mean?” I try to keep my tone neutral and gentle, not to make it seem like I don't believe her.

“It was Dominic,” she says, louder this time, completely convinced of her own words. “It wasn't my lie that they bought, it was Dominic who led them away. It was Dominic, who lied to the hunters, and told them that he couldn't smell a shifter.”

Now, everything makes so much more sense. Earlier, I was worried about his presence among the hunters. They don't drag him along unless they know that there is a high risk to their lives during those missions. Dominic is their force.

While I wanted to keep this a secret and never bring this part of my past to light again, I decide to let her know the only detail I’m comfortable sharing with her. “Dominic rejected me. He used to be my mate until he thought that he could scare me into submission by rejecting me. The plan didn’t work how he thought it would. He was dangling it over my head, promising to take it back if only I submitted. But I didn’t. Instead, I accepted. And so, ever since I accepted the rejection, he’s been plaguing me.