Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 239

Dominic pov

As soon as Constantine leaves the camp, I can feel it. Despite what he wants me to do, I open my eyes and sit up on the shitty sofa with a loud, pained grunt. Greg is at my side right away, no more the hateful fucker, more like a concerned friend. 

“I don’t need a bloody babysitter, let me be,” I grumble to get him away from me, but the asshole doesn’t budge. 

“No. I promised Constantine I’d look after you. Whatever is the damn reason, that moron still cares for you, even after everything you did. You broke him, you know? Much more than you could ever imagine.” 

I grumble while he keeps ranting on how I’m no good to anyone if I’m dead. Yeah, right. Fuck that. 

I just sit and listen, refusing to utter a word. My body aches, every bruise and cut screams at me to stay put, to rest, but I can’t. My heart is restless, I know something has gone terribly wrong. 

“You’re no use to anyone if you’re dead, Dominic.” Greg repeats, emphasizing his words. 

But now, none of it matters anymore. I heard it, he heard it. The roar. My mate’s roar. It rips through the night, desperate, raw, and filled with something I can’t ignore. Pain. Despair. Fear. 

Greg jumps to his feet and runs out of the home, leaving me a perfect opening to slip away unnoticed. Even in this broken state, I feel it like a pull in my chest, dragging me forward.

Without thinking, I push myself off the sofa, biting back a groan as pain shoots through my side. My ribs protest with every step, but I keep going, my footsteps silent as I move toward the shadows. Greg is outside, right at the door, pacing the area, his eyes scanning our surroundings. 

Good think I’m a master at disappearing when I need it. 

The shadows welcome me like an old friend, and before long, I’m slipping into the woods. My legs are weak, and every step feels like I’m walking on heated coal, but I keep moving. I follow the sound of the roar, ignoring the pain. My breathing is labored, every inhale a struggle, but I don’t stop until I see him.

Constantine.

He’s kneeling in the dirt, his massive frame hunched over someone. My eyes widen as I see the blood pool around him. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. Just when I got him back, I can’t lose him. 

“Constantine,” I rasp, stumbling forward. My knees give out, and I collapse beside him, right into the puddle of blood.

He looks up, his eyes burning with anger that makes me feel small. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I can barely lift my head, my strength is fading fast, but I manage a weak smile. “I heard your call,” I whisper. “I had to come.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he snaps. “You’re supposed to be resting. You’re barely holding yourself together as it is.”

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to sit up. “I couldn’t just ignore it. You were desperate. I heard it, felt it in my heart.”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Then, his voice drops and he looks away, almost like I disgust him. “We’re not mates anymore, Dominic. You don’t have to answer my call.”

The words sting more than I want to admit. “You can say that all you want. But you and I both know it’s not that simple. A bond like ours doesn’t just disappear.”

His eyes flash with something, maybe frustration, but before he can respond, a wet cough pulls our attention back to the man between us.

He’s pale, too pale, and his breathing is shallow. Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth, and Constantine’s expression changes into something devastating. I’ve seen that expression once before, when he rejected me - a heartbreak. 

“We need to help him,” Constantine urges, his hands shaking as he tries to hold them over one of the injuries, likely to slow down the bleeding. 

I glance at the man, then back at Constantine. Jealousy is an ugly color on me, but I can’t help it, the nasty emotion wraps around my heart like a venomous snake. “Why do you care so much about him?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

Constantine’s eyes snap to mine. “Because he saved my brothers. He fought Kaiden so they could get away. If it weren’t for him, they’d be dead.”

The jealousy fades, instantly replaced with respect. I look at the man again and nod. “Alright. I’ll help. But you have to trust me.”

Constantine studies me, I can see the doubt in his eyes.“You can barely stand,” he states. “How am I supposed to trust you when you’re in no shape to do anything?”

I straighten as much as my battered body will allow, ignoring the pain. “You don’t have a choice. Let me do this for you. Let me fucking prove I care, damn it.”

Before Constantine can say anything, I close my eyes and start to chant. The words come easily, the old language I learned in my childhood is impossible to forget. 

“What are you doing?” Constantine asks. 

I don’t stop chanting, focusing on the words.

“Dominic!” He snaps, grabbing my shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”

I open my eyes just enough to glare at him. “I’m calling for help,” I spit through gritted teeth.

He’s confused, but at least he doesn’t try to stop me again. Constantine steps back, watching as the air around us shifts, growing colder, heavier.

And then she appears. My mother.

“Fucking took your sweet time, didn’t you?” I growl. 

“Dominic. It’s really you,” she gasps as a wide smile spreads across her lips. She moves toward me, her arms outstretched for a hug, but I pull away to point at the dying man beside us.

“Not now. Save him first. The pleasantries can wait.”

Her eyes widen as she takes in the scene - the blood, the broken body, the desperation in my voice. She kneels beside the man, her hands hovering over him, and then she freezes.

“What is it?” Constantine asks, probably wondering why she isn’t doing anything.

Her face pales, her expression changes from concern to horror. “This magic,” she whispers. “This isn’t ordinary magic. It’s-” She looks up at me with eyes filled with dread. 

“What?” I demand. “What is it?”

“This is my magic. The magic I sold to someone else.”