Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 170

Ashley pov

After the group of humans leave me behind, I start wondering that maybe getting away from my little camp is the best choice for me right now.

However, Sam insists that's a bad idea. She keeps stressing that I need to eat and rest before I collapse somewhere deeper into the mountains or woods.

She has a good point. Being conscious means a better chance of survival out in the wild than being asleep or fainting because of lack of rest and food consumption.

“Have you ever wondered why you got stuck with a weak wolf like me?” Sam whispers the question, sounding so scared and unsure of herself. It's like she's dying to know the answer and fears it at the same time.

I think about her words. Maybe? I don't know, perhaps a time or two when I really, desperately needed someone to be in my corner and save me from all the bad things that were happening to me.

But then again, during those times of weakness, I was far younger than now and understood little to nothing about how things really worked in the real world.

As I grew up, I came to terms with the thought that sometimes, we can't be perfect in all the ways. Some shifters have powerful wolves and weaker human bodies while others have the same situation reversed.

Sam's inability to do something hasn't bothered me too much. I'm glad to hear her voice, get her opinion if she's willing to share it and just feel her presence when I feel there's no one left for me out there.

Sam is the last connection I have to the family I have lost, so even if she deems herself weak, I don't care. All that matters is that I still have her.

“I think I have wondered about it a bit, once or twice when I was a lot younger, but I never really bothered to dwell on it. I'm just happy that I have you,” I admit truthfully, hoping she can hear the sincerity in my words.

Since I can feel her smiling a little wider than she usually does, I know she understood what I meant.

There's a nice moment of silence we share afterwards, Sam probably stuck in a little happy place, while I focus on chewing and swallowing the disgusting granola bar. I swear, I can't, for the life of me, understand people who call this food. Who actually enjoys the taste of it.

“Do you want to know why?” Sam suddenly asks, startling me so much, I drop the last piece of the bar on the ground.

Immediately, she starts apologizing as if she has committed a crime, but I only grin and shake my head. “It's good, I was struggling to swallow that piece of shit anyway. I'm glad you saved me from the suffering. Good job.” I laugh as I pick up the dirty piece and wrap it in a napkin to place it into the side pocket of the backpack and throw it out later.

“It might not have been the tastiest food in this universe, but it was food nevertheless. Food you need to stay alive and build up enough energy for our journey to find a new home,” she insists and I just roll her eyes.

“Here, I'll have an apple to get rid of the taste. Will that make you feel any better?”

She happily agrees and remains silent as I take a few bites of the apple and actually enjoy them. Had I known granola is so disgusting, I would've snatched other food items and not so many of those things, darn it.

Another brief pause of silence washes over us, and this time, Sam waits until I'm fully done with eating the apple before she speaks up.

“So, do you want to find out the truth about why I'm so weak, despite being a descendant of a pure Alpha bloodline? I think you're old enough to find out.” Sam repeats the question and the detail she adds about my age does nothing but spike my curiosity.

“Of course I want to. If it's anything you know a reason for, we might find a solution to fix that problem. Goddess, the things I'd do to see how beautiful your fur is. The things I'd do to hear you laugh when your paws finally hit the ground and you can enjoy the freedom of the run on your own, four legs. I bet your face is so darn cute.” I trail off, already imagining how Sam might look and how pleasant to the touch her fur must be.

For some reason, in my mind, I imagine her as a fully snow white wolf with bright blue eyes, or midnight black with deep green eyes. I don't know why, but that's exactly how I've seen her in my thoughts ever since I remember.

“The things I'd do to experience all of that just once in my lifetime,” she whines.

Regret floods me instantly. I'm putting ideas of something damn near impossible into her mind, making the poor thing feel even worse than she has been feeling for years.

“Sorry, didn't mean to make you feel bad,” I mutter and clear my throat. “Let's focus back on the question. I would very much like to find out what's going on. Please.”

Sam hesitates for a second, but when she speaks up, the things she says is something I couldn't imagine in any of my dreams.

“You used to have a brother. Your parents and the pack agreed to never bring him up to you since he died when you were only three, far too young to remember him.”

My eyes widen. All my life, I've been crying over losing my parents, not knowing I've lost a sibling too.

Oh, how different my life could've been if it weren't for that greedy king. I could have a whole family - loving parents and an overprotective older brother.

Before I can dwell on fantasies for too long, Sam breaks the bubble and adds more pieces to the unfinished puzzle in my mind. “I gave up half of me to his wolf, in hopes that I could save his life if only the wolf lives. It didn't work out the way I hoped. Didn't work out at all. I tried, Ash, I tried so bad. But I failed. And not only him, I failed you too. I couldn't save your brother and left you with a broken wolf, half of what we were supposed to be together.”