Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 162

Ashley pov

After I successfully escape the cabin and get away unnoticed, even more than an hour later, I still can't believe the bears didn't notice how I left. Or the lack of my presence.

Honestly, I don't have enough knowledge about bear shifters, so I'm not sure if their senses are supposedly half as sharp as those of wolves, but I'd assume they are.

Sam claims bears must be sleepy because it's getting colder these days and all bears sleep throughout the cold weather.

I'm not that sure about her statements because these bears in particular are half human. More human than bears, in fact.

Slowly, I move forward with no exact goal in mind, aimlessly wandering the area and looking for a place where I can hide for a bit. A cave would be good enough, but I can't see any around me.

“I think we can set up a little camp with the gear in that backpack. Let's rest for a bit, have a bite to fuel your body and then we can peace together our ideas and come to a conclusion as to what to do next.” She suggests.

Sam is the voice of reason in our current situation. I don't exactly understand how she has enough energy to communicate with me now, given how weak she usually is and how much energy was taken from me by that monster.

But, nevertheless, I'm grateful for her voice, it's the only thing that's keeping my head above the water right now.

“Yeah, I think you are right. It really sounds way better than just walking around. And truth be told, my feet feel like they're on fire hopping on these rocks all of the time,” I admit, a little worried she could start freaking out.

Sam has always been a little too overprotective over me. Which, of course, makes sense given that she's my wolf, but for most part, she takes worry to a brand new level.

Personally I believe that happens because she feels guilty about her inability to shift fully. Sam believes she's damaged goods and she's to blame for my awful life.

She isn't. Really, she isn't. Just because she's a little weaker than other Alpha wolves doesn't mean she's making my life worse. And besides, she keeps forgetting that both of our parents were Alphas of their own right, which might be the very reason why she isn't like others.

Sam is special. And I love her the way she is, flaws and all.

Eventually, a little lost in my thoughts, I come across a nice looking spot that I deem perfect for the little camp we might set up.

In the meantime, Sam just hums a melody that reminds me of my mother, of the memories I struggle to remember and am sure most are incorrect. The only thing I really recall more vividly than anything else is that melody because mom used to hum it to me every evening when she put me to bed.

“How about food? Do we have something you can consume quickly without getting it warmed up? I fear the smoke from the fire might attract unnecessary attention.”

“Yeah, you have a point,” I mutter under my breath as I sit on a rock and place the backpack down on the ground.

Since I technically stole it from one of the bears and just added some stuff on top, I'm not entirely sure what is packed inside, so that's the first thing I check - the inventory on hand.

Laying everything out of the ground, I learn that we have a small tent that fits one person. Perfect. Then, there's a rather large raincoat, which also is an absolute win in my books.

On top of already awesome finds, I got a whole box of matches, a couple of water resistant lighters, a knife, something that looks like a survival kit with ropes and stuff, and the things I took from the cabin.

Grabbing this backpack has to be one of the luckiest things I've ever done. Everything I find is something I can use to survive in the wild on my own. If times get too tough on me and I'm scared to sleep out in the open, I can use those ropes to tie myself to a tree branch and sleep there.

“Food, you need food to build up some energy, Ash,” Sam reminds me and I instantly scan the items I have at hand.

As I try to decide what would be better - a fruit or a protein bar, I start placing the stuff back in the backpack, in case I need to run from here on a short notice. I never know what might happen next.

Once the bag is repacked, I keep the apple at my side and still grab a protein bar. I need something filling that will spike up the energy levels, but the apple can be a snack as I move forward to whatever goal I decide.

And besides, if I think about my upcoming journey more logically, I do understand that fruits are a quick solution. They don't stay fresh for long and there's no way I'm willing to waste any precious food. Especially now that getting food in the forest will get harder with every day.

I keep trying to come up with a solid plan for my next steps. Unfortunately, I'm so focused on my thoughts that I don't notice a group of people approaching me until a girl speaks up.

“Hey, are you lost? Do you need help? We were passing by and noticed you're sitting here, looking sad, so we thought that maybe we should ask if you're in need of any help. We have our phones with us, fully charged, we can call for help,” she offers with a kind smile across her lips.

The panic fades just as soon as it spikes as I realize those are humans, not shifters.

I swallow the bite I've been chewing for far too long and return a smile, shaking my head. “I'm grateful for your concern, really, but there's no need to call anyone. I couldn't resist the chance to take another hike before it gets too cold outside.” Since neither of them look too convinced, I add a lie, just to reassure them it's fine to leave me be. “My boyfriend is about to join me soon, he has my location, he should be here within an hour tops.”