Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 268

Ashley pov

I can’t sit still anymore.

The ‘walls’ of this makeshift tent close in on me, pressing against my chest, and my mind races with too many thoughts.

I can't go to the little hut, Gio rests there, and the last thing I want is to bother him while he’s healing. 

I’m not a prisoner here, but the way everything feels, it’s hard to shake the feeling that I am one. I’m stuck, and I can’t seem to find a way out.

Greg has tried to reassure me. He said I’m safe, that I can rest, that everything will be fine. 

But how can I rest when I have no idea what’s really going on? Kaiden’s still out there. He’s hunting us, and I don’t even know where he is or what he really wants. 

All I know is that every time I close my eyes, I can’t stop thinking about how easily everything can slip away again.

I’ve got to do something. I can’t just sit here and wait for something to happen. I’ve been thinking for hours, trying to come up with a plan. But nothing seems right.

At first, I thought about asking Greg. I’ve seen the way he watches me sometimes, like he’s keeping an eye on me, making sure I don’t do anything stupid. Maybe I could ask him to sneak me out of here, take me to Constantine.

But then I stop myself. Something tells me that wouldn’t work. I don’t know if it’s because I’m not sure I trust Greg completely, or if it’s just a gut feeling, but I can’t shake the idea that sneaking away like that wouldn’t be as easy as it sounds.

I’ve been avoiding the prisoner, telling myself I don’t need to talk to him. But my curiosity has grown too strong. I have to know more. 

He’s been so quiet since they brought him in, so calm and collected, and I can’t help but feel that he knows something more than he’s letting on. Maybe something’s going to happen, and I need to figure out what.

I crawl out of the tent and look around. The bears are busy with whatever bears do, so I sneak away and rush towards the tree, where I know I will find him still tied to. 

When I get closer, he doesn’t even look up. 

He doesn’t look dangerous, not like some of the soldiers I’ve encountered. But there’s something about him that makes me uneasy. 

I stand there for a moment, unsure of how to start. I should just ask him outright, just demand answers and be done with it. But what if I’m wrong? What if I’m misreading him, and there’s nothing to worry about?

Finally, I decide to take the plunge. “What were you doing out there?” I ask, my voice surprisingly calm. “When you were sneaking around the camp, what were you looking for?”

He doesn’t answer at first, his eyes still fixed on the ground. For a moment, I wonder if he even heard me. 

Then he looks up slowly, his gaze meeting mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. 

There’s something in his eyes, something that doesn’t quite match his calm demeanor. It’s like he’s hiding something, like he knows more than he’s letting on.

“I wasn’t looking for anything,” he says at last, his voice rough. He leans back against the tree and smirks. “Just trying to stay out of trouble. Not much to look for when you’re stuck in a place like this.”

I don’t believe him. His answer is too rehearsed, too quick. He’s hiding something, I’m sure of it. But I don’t press him right away. I give him a moment, hoping he’ll slip up. He doesn’t, of course. Instead, he just keeps watching me, his expression unreadable.

I try again, my voice quieter this time. “You’re not fooling anyone. I know you’re hiding something. What’s really going on? Is something about to happen?”

At my words, he grins. It’s a slow, knowing grin that sends a chill through me. It’s the kind of grin you wear when you’re holding all the cards, when you know something the other person doesn’t. Another chuckle follows, low and dark, like he’s enjoying this.

“You really want to know?” he asks, his tone suddenly a little more playful. “All right, fine. Wait and see.”

That’s all he says. "Wait and see?"

My heart skips a beat. What does that mean? It’s the kind of answer that doesn’t give me any more information, but makes me feel like I’m on the edge of something dangerous. 

I take a step back, staring at him, trying to figure him out. His eyes flicker with amusement, and for a second, I wonder if he’s playing me. If he’s just enjoying seeing me squirm. But the more I look at him, the more something doesn’t sit right in my stomach.

Something is going to happen. I can feel it in my bones. And whatever it is, it’s going to be bad.

“You’re not answering my question,” I say, my voice more forced. “What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”

But he just keeps smiling, that same cryptic smile, and I can’t get anything more out of him. 

I stand there, frustrated and angry, but I don’t push anymore. It’s clear he’s not going to give me a straight answer. He knows something, maybe a lot of things, but he’s not going to share them with me.

I turn and walk away, my mind racing. What the hell does “wait and see” mean? Is something about to go down? If so, what? And why won’t he tell me anything? 

I know I can’t trust him. There’s something off about him, something I can’t quite put my finger on. But I also know that I can’t ignore what he’s said. I need to find out what’s going to happen so I can stay ahead of whatever comes next.