Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 265

Ethan pov

I watch as Everett storms off, practically slamming the door behind him. His excuse is weak, something about needing air, but I can see through it. 

The look in his eyes says it all: the chaos in his head, the frustration, the confusion. I get it. 

Hell, I feel it. But all I can do is stand here, my mind buzzing with everything that just went down, and mutter, “Holy shit.”

My words hang in the air like a bad joke. Our mother, our mother, just dropped the bombshell that Ash is our mate. 

Mates. The very word feels alien to me. It’s not something I’ve thought about for myself, let alone for the three of us. 

And yet, here we are. Everett’s already gone, disappearing into the house somewhere, and I’m left standing in the middle of it, with all the thoughts swirling in my head like a tornado I can’t outrun.

Elias, as usual, catches the tension in the room, but he doesn’t say anything for a while. He’s standing by the window now, staring out into the distance, his jaw clenched tight. 

He doesn’t have to say a word for me to know what’s going on in his head. He’s angry. We’re all angry.

I can’t keep standing here, though. I can’t just wait for someone to tell me what to do next. I can’t sit around and think about Ash being our mate, or what that even means. 

I’m restless. My skin feels like it’s crawling with too much energy, too much anger. I need to move. I need to do something, anything.

Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m standing at the door, pointing a finger at Elias.

“An hour,” I say, voice sharper than I intend. “I’ll meet you both assholes at the door in an hour. If you’re not there, I’m leaving alone.”

Elias’s eyes flicker toward me, his expression tense with annoyance. “Where the hell are you going?”

I feel the anger rise again, the frustration boiling up from deep inside. “None of your fucking business.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but I can already see him questioning my choice of words. 

Elias is smart, and he knows when I’m on the edge, knows when I’m not in the mood for his advice. I can feel his eyes on me, trying to read me, but I don’t want to be read right now. I just need to get away, get out of here, away from all of this.

Elias’s voice drops, the hint of concern lingering. “Don’t do anything stupid, Ethan.”

That’s the last thing I want to hear. It’s like he thinks I’m some kind of ticking time bomb, ready to explode. Well, maybe I fucking am. 

But I’m not going to let him hold me back. 

“You’re not my mom,” I say, voice low and challenging, “so you can’t stop me. And no, you can’t pass as her either. Your boobs are too small for that role.”

The second the words leave my mouth, I see the annoyance flare in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, because, really, what can he say to that? 

Without another word, I turn to the door, pushing it open with more force than necessary. I don’t look back. I don’t have time for his reaction or for anyone’s judgment. 

I’m out of there before he can say anything else.

The second I step outside, I feel like I can finally breathe. The air is cool, and it’s almost like everything slows down for a second. But that doesn’t last long. 

The moment I take that first step away from the house, it’s like everything crashes back in on me. The thoughts, the anger, the frustration, all of it. I can’t escape it, not for long. But I need to try, I need to get away, to clear my head before I lose it completely.

I move without thinking, heading for the pack’s usual hangout spot. It’s just a little ways down the road, a place where we’ve all gone when we need to blow off steam. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me right now. 

I need something. Anything.

By the time I reach the spot, I’m already worked up, pacing back and forth outside. I can feel the pulse of my heart in my throat, feel my hands clench into fists.

My thoughts are a blur, Ash, the mate thing, Everett running off, Elias trying to play the protective older brother. 

I need to move. I need to fight. I need to break something. 

The door to the pack’s space opens, and I don’t even give it a second thought. I just walk in. 

The group of guys hanging around the pool table fall silent when they see me, their eyes shifting from one another, some of them smirking like they know what’s coming. 

I’m here to do one thing: cause chaos.

“Who’s up for a spar?” I ask, voice loud and clear, cutting through the awkward silence.

One of the bigger guys, Ben, raises an eyebrow. “You sure about that, Ethan? You look like you’re about to bite someone’s head off.”

I don’t bother answering. I’m already halfway into the middle of the room, staring him down, waiting for him to make the first move. 

I need to feel the heat of my anger, feel something solid under my hands. I can’t stand just standing around, thinking. I need to get rid of the feeling gnawing at me.

Ben cracks his knuckles and steps closer. I’m already moving before he can do anything, swinging first, landing a hit to his side. 

He grunts, but he doesn’t back down. He’s stronger than me, but I’ve got speed, and right now, that’s all I care about. 

We circle each other, every muscle in my body alive, buzzing with the tension in the air. I don’t care about control. I just want to hit something. I want to make the world stop for a minute, to make everything go quiet, just for a second. 

I land a punch to his shoulder, and he retaliates with a jab to my ribs. The sting shoots through me, but I barely feel it. I can barely feel anything except the pounding in my chest.

The fight goes on like that for a while. I don’t think about what I’m doing, who’s watching, or what anyone’s going to say when it’s over. 

It’s just me and him, and the chaos that’s building up inside of me. Every blow makes me feel just a little bit lighter, just a little more in control.

After a while, Ben stumbles back, wiping his lip. I take a step back too, breathing hard, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. It’s not enough, never enough.

“Not bad,” he says, his voice rough. “But you’re off tonight, man. What’s going on with you?”

I shake my head, not answering him. I don’t have the words. I don’t want to explain. I don’t want anyone to know what’s going on inside my head. I don’t even know what’s going on inside my head.

I turn and walk out, the door slams loudly behind me. The cool air hits my skin again, but it doesn’t help. The feeling still lingers, and I know it won’t go away, not until I figure out what the hell is happening with me, with Ash, with my brothers.