Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 187

Constantine pov

My heart almost stops in my chest. Pain, blinding, raging pain that I haven't felt ever before spreads through my entire being and before I notice that happens, I fall to my knees, clutching at my chest.

Greg rushes to me and tries to get me back to my feet, he's saying something but I can't hear a word as thoughts assault my mind and paralyze my body.

I vowed to protect her, told my brother I'd die before any harm reaches his baby girl and this is the man who's responsible for those promises? I'm nothing like the man I said I'd be. Nothing.

“Come on, brother, we need to get out of here before the king's guards reach us. If we stay around, we can't help our brother's, we can't help your niece either.” Greg pushes, unable to get me back to my feet.

My body is giving in completely. One would think that a man of a frame as large as mine wouldn't have a problem controlling himself, but the thought is wrong.

I do, in fact, have that problem. I can't find it in myself to fight against the odds. I just can't.

Every time I take one step forward, fate forces me two steps back. It doesn't matter how hard I try anymore.

Another surge of pain spreads through me and a weak sob escapes my lips. I want to be strong and fight for her, but I can't. I'm so fucking tired of trying and failing..

“Constantine, this is no time to give up. We need to get out and hide away until the worst passes. Then, we need to figure out our next step, to decide how we're getting her and our brother's out of there.” Greg insists, pulling at my arm.

I shake my head, finally allowing the frustration to leave me with a violent attack of tears and sobs. “Just leave me here. Let them take me and I'll figure something out once I'm in the heart of the enemy's den. Don't bother saving me. I don't deserve it.”

Greg lets out a displeased growl, but he doesn't stop trying to get me upright. “Yeah, right, I'll be fucking damned before I leave you behind. As soon as they lock you there, brother, they won't hesitate to kill you. If anyone, you are Ash's ticket to freedom, the king and his bastard son know you will stop at nothing when it comes to that girl. You are on top of their hit list, letting them take you is allowing them to kill you. That won't happen. Not now, not ever.”

I try to pull my arm out of his grasp, but fail miserably. My damn body isn't listening to my mind, even though I'm trying to force it into any action that might benefit me.

Honestly, at this point, I wish I could just die. Everything I've done so far has ended in disaster and maybe, someone like me doesn't deserve to be alive.

“Stop with the depressing thoughts, buddy,” Greg snarls next to me. “I know what you're thinking and those thoughts are fucking wrong! Get your fat ass up and let's move before it's too late.”

I get that he means well, understand that he's trying to protect me from myself more than he is trying to protect me from the guards, but this shit sucks.

I'm not fat.. a little bigger than a regular bear, yes, I might have even put on some extra pounds since winter is nearing, but I'm definitely not fat. Fluffy at best.

“Fuck off,” I grunt and force my gaze down, focusing on the leftover of the life I once knew.

Greg, the sneaky fuck, has none of it. Instead of leaving me be, he chuckles. I look up and notice how he grins and shakes his head, as if he's amused by my actions. “You leave me with no other choice.”

I get about two seconds to ponder his words before Greg kicks me in the balls so hard, I have to slap a hand over my mouth not to scare away every living creature in close by.

Tears blur my vision as shockwaves of pain spread through my body, reaching every single nerve ending I could imagine and more. My lungs squeeze in on themselves, robbing me of the ability to suck in a single breath.

This fucker.

“Why,” I try to choke out the question but only end up choking on my spit, instantly hating the attempt since I end up in more pain than previously, each cough sending more jolts of pain through me.

Greg could be a man, an actual brother material and give me a verbal answer, but of course, that's below him and the fucker does the opposite. He kicks me in the balls again, this time making sure the entire universe can hear my howl of pain.

At this point, in crying like a baby, shaking and cursing under my breath, wishing the wrath of bloodlines upon this guy.

Why, just fucking why he has to kick me where it hurts the most.

“You mother-” I don't get to insult him even more when Greg actually punches me in my gut, delivering a blow so freaking hard that I nearly vomit on the spot.

What on Earth is wrong with him? This doesn't feel like a malicious beating or anything driven by hatred. That much I can tell by how violently his hands are shaking and the anxiety that radiates off him in intense waves.

“Greg, I'm so about to rip your head off and use it as a football if you don't stop this bullshit. My balls aren't toys for you to kick around,” I grit out the warning, barely holding onto the last bits of restraint I still possess.

He steps back and looks around, as if he's expecting something to happen or someone to arrive.

Through tear blurred eyes, I glance at him right when Greg looks at his watch and frowns. “He's taking his time, isn't he?”