Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 188

Dominic pov

It's been what, hours, days, fucking months since we left the command center to look for the girl?

I'm bored beyond explanation, honestly. Not only because I'm very well aware where the girl is, but also because the company sucks ass.

These guys love to look down on me, call me a freak of nature behind my back, yet none of them are man enough to say it to my face.

As we walk deeper into the woods, I feel a ping of pain spreading through my chest. It's nothing of importance, but since the pain isn't mine, it does worry me.

I stay behind from the group, just in case I need to disappear unnoticed.

They are so busy with their own conversations and shit they focus on that none of the guys notice me stalking.

A couple more steps in and the pain returns, but this time it's my crotch area and I damn near curse the world out. If this is what I feel, my lovely little mate feels it ten times worse.

Throwing the last glance at the hunters ahead of me, I spin on my heel and disappear into the woods.

Thank fuck the bond isn't fully broken yet. I did reject him, like an absolute fool and the stubborn asshole accepted the rejection, but unlike his species, for mine it's not enough to rid oneself of a mate. No blood ritual, no broken bond.

I still can feel him, feel his pain and sorrow, feel him more intensely when I get closer.

The location makes no sense to me. Why my mate would be in a destroyed territory is beyond me, but I suppose I can question him later, after I save him from the beating.

And shit, a true beating it is because there are more blows to his privates and even gut. I feel every surge of pain that runs through him, the sensation only intensifies as I get closer.

Soon, I notice him, kneeling in front of a man who's looking at his watch. The same as my teddy bear, the asshole is a shifter, a bear to be exact.

Rage builds inside me. How dare that fucker lay a hand on what is mine?

I don't think, I act and in an blink of an eye, I have the fucker pinned against the nearest tree, my hand wrapped around his throat. “Count your days, asshole,” I force the words through gritted teeth, showing off the lines of fangs that are sharp enough to shred him to pieces with one bite. “Nobody touches what is mine, mutt! Nobody!” I scream in his face.

“Dominic,” I hear Constantine call for me. His voice is weak, pained and gruff, but shit, does it send shivers down my spine.

I can't remember the last time he willingly said my name. Since the day we met, I knew only he could make my name sound so fucking good. Constantine is the only man who has managed to make it sound like sex.

“A little busy over here, teddy bear, I'll be right at your side once I wipe this asshole off the face of Earth,” I announce and look at him over my shoulder, sending a quick wink.

To my surprise, Constantine doesn't flinch in disgust as he always does. This time, he almost looks happy to see me.

“There's no need. He did this to me to get you here, not to actually harm me. Greg is one of my brothers, please set him free.”

Reluctant, I look between them, but eventually, decide to do as Constantine tells me to. Maybe this is how I could get back in his good graces?

As soon as I release the asshole's throat, he collapses on the ground and starts coughing, fighting to suck in some much- needed air in his lungs.

“The king's,” he starts and coughs some more. “Men are after us. Constantine is in danger, get him out of here. Save him.”

The guy is barely managing to suck in breaths and he's still thinking about my teddy? Shit, I overlooked this situation real bad.

As if on cue, I catch voices in the distance, nearing us at great speed, so I don't waste any time.

I want to leave the asshole behind, but seeing the worry on my teddy's face, I can't bring myself to disappoint him even more than I already have.

First, I grab the asshole and throw him over my shoulder. Then, I approach Constantine and carefully scoop him in my arms before I take off.

Being like I am has some benefits. Speed is one of those. I can move around far faster than any living being can, even vampires are nowhere near as fast as I am.

My only goal is to get these two off the territory, deeper into the woods where it might be safer to stay.

Well, that and cradling my mate because this might be damn near the last time I get to hold him. Knowing Constantine, he'd rather choke on splinters than allow me to hold him like this ever again.

The situation is unfair, it keeps troubling me all this damn time, but I can't force him to love me again. No matter how much I try, I can't.

And in a sense, I understand his need to distance himself from me. I haven't been the best mate out there, so his reluctance and inability to trust me can't be questioned.

Once I get them both away from the immediate danger, I drop the guy like he's a bag of potatoes but still hold Constantine in my arms. Only one more minute, it's not asking for too much, right? Just one..

But of course, luck isn't on my side because my beautiful mate frowns at me and demands to be released. I try to plead with him without using words, but he has none of it. Constantine looks away and grumbles, “I have legs, I can walk.”

I hate that I have to, but I give in and carefully set him back on his feet, making sure my hands stay near just in case I have to support him.

After a moment of Constantine glaring at me, I quickly try to change the subject and place a hand over my chest to rub it, “what was this? Why the pain?”