Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 199

Dominic pov

I'm acting like a lost puppy, trailing after my lovely mate, and I feel no shame in it. Also, not to mention that the view from the behind is very much appreciated.

While he's busy discussing something with his friend, I travel back into memory lane and savor every bit of memories of what we once shared.

Even today, I can still feel how soft his skin is under my touch, how beautifully his lips swell every time I get a little too carried away with kissing him. And fuck, the sounds he made every time I made love to him keeps me going in my darkest moments up to this day.

That, and much more, is yet another reminder that I need to keep fighting. I need to keep pushing for him to understand just how perfectly we fit together, how much he needs this, the same as I do.

But this chance he is giving me, this opportunity to help him, is what I will grab and never let go. I have a chance to show him I'm worthy, a chance to build back the trust I once shattered and if I'm a lucky motherfucker, I'll earn him back.

And if that really happens, I'm never letting them go again. Next time he tries to leave, I'll tie him to the bed and drug him if need be, but the man stays with me and that's final. No more running away, no more spending days separately, no more lonely nights.

As we stride through the forest, with those two in front, I try not to pay too much attention to their conversation until I hear my name being brought up and notice my wonderful mate trying to sneak a look at me over his shoulder.

Well, this should be interesting. Even more so, given that they think I can't hear them at all.

“Think he will really help us? What if he's here to lead us to your niece, snatch her and disappear with her, hmm?” The guy questions my mate.

Truth be told, his worries are pretty valid. If the girl didn't mean so much to my lovely teddy bear, I'd probably do just that.

All's fair in love and war, right?

“No. I refuse to believe that, Greg. Dominic is many things, but he isn't an imposter. I don't know how he is with others, but whatever he has promised to me, he always kept his word. Despite the history we have, I can still trust him. I know it's hard to believe, but that's how it is.”

The guy, Greg, scoffs. Clearly, he doesn't believe my mate and that fact alone makes me want to rip his head off.

How dare he question the words of the most pure person on this planet? Has he forgotten how perfect, truthful and genuinely kind hearted my teddy is?

If it wouldn't be for my need to listen, I would rip his fucking head off and shove it up his asshole just to remind him where it belongs.

I fucking hate it when people test me like this. More so, when they use the love of my life to push my buttons.

“Don't be like that, Greg,” my teddy chuckles and tosses his arm around the guys shoulders. Great, now I'm fucking jealous because he doesn't do that to me. Why can't I receive the same attitude? I, too, want to be loved upon. “He's not half as bad as you think. Really.”

Greg makes another sound, which again, only pisses me off and shakes his head. “I get why you're so forgiving, brother, but I don't share the same view as you do. He hurt you, have you forgotten that? How long did it take for you to learn how to live again? Have you forgotten the endless attempts to end it? I haven't. I was there, I stood by your side and ensured you'd live. He never saw that. He never stood near and made sure you don't kill yourself because you couldn't live with the pain. And now? He just strolls back in your life like none of that happened? Like none of your pain is real? If he doesn't know, it doesn't rid him of the responsibility. Excuse me for being skeptical as shit, brother, but no, I can't trust someone who hurt my family as much as he did. No, I'm not near as good as you are and I can't find it in my heart to view him the same as you do.” Greg spits.

Every word that leaves his lips is like a dagger, perfectly aimed at my heart.

How I don't trip over my own feet is beyond me. All that has happened.. all because of me.

I never thought, never even paid mind to how much my doings are affecting him.

Fuck, I hate to admit this, but Greg is right. He's so right, I'm ready to dig my own grave at this point. I don't deserve my te-, I mean Constantine. I don't deserve him at all.

As they walk ahead, they keep bickering about me and it makes me feel like a complete fucking failure hearing Constantine stand up for me.

I don't deserve his attempts to excuse me. Don't deserve his need to protect me. Don't deserve any of it.

I try to focus on the sounds of the forest instead of their words. I can't listen any longer and that's for the best, because neither of them notice the storm brewing above or heads and none of them see the lightning strike come before it's too late.

I move fast, pushing my body ahead and pushing them out of the way right when the tree splits and falls, landing on my shoulder, the sound of the breaking wood followed by the sickening sound of my bones breaking under the weight.

Well, fuck. Constantine tries to run to me, possibly to help, while Greg curses me under his breath, still not understanding why I pushed them.

Before Constantine reaches me, I raise my other arm and shake my head, barely keeping it together. “It's fine, I'll heal within an hour. Keep going, we need to help your girl, let's move faster before the storm gets worse.”