Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 182

Ethan pov

Sitting around and waiting for the other shoe to drop isn't quite my style. Never has been.

I'm more of a, how do you call it.. a hands on guy? Yeah, I'm that, just a little more creative.

And right now, my creativity is being limited by moms silly attempt to distract me. Just because Everett doesn't mind listening to her going on and on about flowers doesn't mean I'm the same.

In my world, there are two types of flowers - roses and the rest of them. Simple as that.

One day, there will be three types. Roses. The rest of them. And the ones Ash loves the most.

Speaking of which, I'm itching with the need to take off, find her, kick some asses and bring her back to safety.

That, however, doesn't happen since mom has some weird ass psychic abilities and she instantly catches on the shift in my mood.

“Ethan, no,” she growls, pinning me with her glare.

I raise my hands and take a step back, flashing her a sheepish smile. “I didn't do anything.”

If one could die from a look alone, I'd probably be like ten feet under, locked in a chained up coffin to ensure my spirit never escapes.

“Of course you haven't done anything yet, but you were thinking about it and that's plenty enough,” she remarks.

Alright, guilty as charged, but she can't blame me for it, can she?

Mom arches an accusatory eyebrow at me and stays silent, making it obvious that she's waiting for me to explain myself.

“Fine,” I grumble and look down to locate a rock in my path and kick it. “I was thinking about it, yes, but I would never be reckless enough to actually go through with the idea.”

Both mom and Everett burst out in laughter, making it perfectly clear that neither has bought my excuse.

I mean, at least I tried, right?

“Drop the act, Ethan,” mom mutters as she wipes the tears off her cheeks, still looking highly amused, her cheeks flushed. “We don't have to be a mind reader to know you're always up to no good. That's your nature, son, always unapologetically yourself.”

All I can do is shrug and keep trying to locate more stones in my path. I don't want to hear about the origin of some of her flowers. I don't want to know how long they take to bloom or when they're supposed to die. The same, apparently, I can't hatch out my own plans, so rocks are literally the most amusing thing I have right now.

My life sucks, I get it.

“No, please don't start sulking, we don't need another drama queen moment from you,” mom whines, as if I'm the one who's wronging her, not the other way around.

“Yeah, yeah, the difference is that right now, I'm accepting my fate and not whining, so I'm definitely not the drama queen in this situation.” I mutter and grin at mom, fully aware that the remark will get under her skin and I might end up in trouble with her.

However, to my utter surprise, her response is nothing I initially expect. Instead of anger, I get a wide grin and acceptance. “Point made.”

I gape at mom in pure shock. Everett does too. I'm not sure which one of us breaks out of the state first or who's voice it is that asks the question, but the words hang in the air for a good while.

“Who are you and what have you done to our mother?”

Mom, to her credit, only laughs. She appears to be in good spirits, despite how shit the meeting with the Council was and the possible consequences that might approach our pack in near future.

She waves us both off and shakes her head. “Sometimes, I wonder which one of my son's is the most feminine one. Must be my fault, during the pregnancy I kept whining to your father how much I want at least one daughter, but you guys are giving me more headache than all the girls in the world could.”

I slap a hand over my chest, pretending that her words have wounded me deeply. “Excuse you, I would rock a nice sundress and platform boots, thank you very much.”

She doesn't react and changes the topic before Everett jumps in to show just how much he lives for any kind of competition. He's a sports guy, he loves being the best at everything.

“Elias is discussing the course of action with your father right now. I asked your dad to pull him aside because out of the three of you, right now he is the most level-headed. Until their discussion is over, you boys are stuck with me and my flowers. Now, can we continue the tour or do you want to learn about the different slugs that live in my garden?”

I roll my eyes and answer without thinking, “slugs,” I demand right in time when Everett grimaces and says, “flowers.”

Mom looks between us, clearly contemplating which direction would be the safest one right now.

Since she's taking too much time, I grin at my brother and offer a compromise. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Yes, I call that a compromise and that's the best I can offer to the asshole.

Everett quickly jumps in and we start our game. I start with scissors and the asshole uses rock. “Two out of three is the winner,” I groan and he gives in, agreeing without much pushback.

Next, I choose paper and he goes with rock again. Fuck yes, look at me starting my winning streak.

And next, I choose paper again, sure he will use rock, but of course, for the first time ever, he changes his choice at the last moment and hits me with scissors.

“Damn it,” I mutter and look away. “Okay. Fine. A deals a deal. Flowers it is, I suppose.”

Everett grins and ruffles my hair like I'm some child while mom happily leads us towards the next flower bed she labels as her most prized possession. For the record, she has hundreds of those in her garden and this one looks no different to me than the previous ones we saw.

In a way, I'm immensely grateful to Everett for keeping her busy while I stand aside and keep sulking. Everyone around me is so focused on this or that, that they don't notice stuff I do.

Deep in my gut, I feel like Ash has gotten herself into trouble she can't get out of. Instead of doing this shit, we should be out there, looking for her and bringing her home.

No matter how much I try, I can't shake the feeling that something's terribly wrong.