Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 181

Ashley pov

I don't have to wonder for long as soon after, a nurse enters the room and ushers everyone out of the room to do some tests on me.

She sounds nice, very kind at first, but as soon as the door closes and the voices of the men fade into the distance, the whole atmosphere in the room changes for the worse.

The kindness that radiated off the woman I haven't even seen is gone, replaced by a heavy sense of bitterness and disdain.

I have no idea how I'm able to feel the shift, but I can.

As her fingertips run over the exposed skin of my arm, goosebumps raise in the wake of her touch, even sending a chilling cold shiver down my spine.

I feel like I'm in danger.

“You weren't supposed to survive that attack,” she suddenly mutters, her voice is low, barely audible, yet I can hear that she's speaking through clenched teeth.

Obviously, I can't answer her, can't agree or disagree with her claim. It sucks to know this, but just the fact that I'm left at the mercy of a complete stranger who clearly hates me is terrifying.

“Kaiden,” she speaks again, now sounding like she's daydreaming while awake. “He's special, you know. He's strong, handsome, filthy rich and to sweeten the deal, he's also our next king.”

Again, I have no idea who this Kaiden guy is and who he is to me, but her talking about him like this makes me feel uneasy.

It's not that I couldn't agree with her statement, quite the opposite, I probably could if I knew the guy, but I don't know.. something's telling me she's spewing lies or sharing the fruits of her delusions.

I have no idea since when I managed to become this pessimistic and sceptical about everything, but his name isn't bringing up any happy feelings or memories.

Maybe, just maybe, my mind has blocked out the person because they are opposite of what this woman claims he is? Maybe he hurt me really badly and this is how my mind tries to protect me from him?

I'm not sure…

“Every woman in this kingdom dreams about him, dreams about a chance to spend just one night in his bed, to enjoy his embrace for just a second,” she keeps talking, guiding her fingertips up my arm.

Goddess, please give me the strength to move a muscle, or better yet, all of them.

The fight or flight is kicking in, she's up to no good, I can feel it, so I want to run so bad, it's scaring me. The need to get away from her is overpowering.

As her fingertips reach my upper arm, she flattens her palm against my skin and keeps guiding it closer to the intended target, which in this case I fear might be my throat.

Is she planning to kill a defenceless woman?

“But you,” she snarls and laughs. “You had to come in and ruin it for me, didn't you? Just when I got him, when I managed to lure him into my trap, you came out of nowhere and just like that, he forgot about everything we once shared.”

I'm still struggling to make sense of her claims. I haven't done anything, that much is clear.

While, yes, I've lost some bits and pieces of my memories, I know my character, know myself as a person. Stealing someone's love interest is the last thing I'd ever think about, let alone actually go through with.

I'm not a homewrecker and this woman is seriously making me sound like one. That's unfair.

And besides, we have mates, don't we? If this Kaiden is her mate, there's no way anyone could steal him from her. How wild are her words?

I feel her hand slowly near my throat and in that split second, I realize that my fear might manifest itself.

“You are nothing but a lying, weak, manipulating skank who thinks the whole world is at her feet. Who is so full of herself she believes she can get anything she lays her eyes upon,” she spits, actually spits on my face.

Then, her hand lands on my throat and she adds a little pressure, not enough to hurt me, yet enough for me to know what she is planning to do next.

Is this how I'm supposed to die? From the hands of a jealous woman?

“You tried to take him away from me, but let me tell you this one thing, you bitch. You're never getting him. If it comes to it, you can get your filthy hands on my man only over my dead fucking body!” She screams at the top of her lungs, places the other hand on my throat and pushes down, attempting to strangle me while I can't do as much as move, let alone resist her.

I fight to open my eyes, fight to force my muscles to move, but to no avail. The more time passes, the easier I find it to accept that this actually might be my last living minute.

Maybe this really is what fate has planned for me? Perhaps I don't fit in so much that even the Goddess had to come up with a creative way to put me out of my misery?

The woman keeps screaming in my face, sounding completely crazed. I feel like I'm about to pass out for good, but her voice only grows louder, almost like she wants the whole world to hear just how much he hates me.

“I'm going to end you, bitch. It's a pity you didn't open your eyes and I can't be the last thing you see in your life, but at least I can live happily with the thought that my voice is the last thing you hear in your miserable existence.”

I give in. I can't fight back and there's no point to build up illusions either. There's nothing I can do to stop her.