Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 34

Ashley pov

Soon after announcing this mysterious important guest, Elias walks off. We’re so close to the school that he doesn’t bother making sure I could just spin around and run off.

“Don’t do that. Don’t be that stupid, please. I know you don’t want them, but I do. I really do want them. Please, think of me this one time. Just let me have it, even if it hurts. I’m a part of this mess too, but you keep disregarding me as if I don’t matter a bit. He’s showing you he trusts you, don’t shatter that trust, don’t make this into something that can’t be saved.” Sam whines as her eyes focus on Elias’ back.

Trust me, I know where she’s coming from - the wolf’s heart is the right place and so is her mind, but there are many things Sam still doesn’t understand. Or maybe she just conveniently forgets everything..

Surviving one rejection is possible. Insanely painful and the process does take something from the rejected party, but still possible. Another one added to the pile of shit? Yeah, not believable. I don’t think I could take the pain and suffering, and still somehow come back on top - Alpha or not.

“I’m willing to take the risk,” Sam whispers.

“And I’m not.” I snap back at her.

“And I am. Listen to me, I am willing to. Even if I have to die in the process.” She keeps arguing.

My hand slaps over my chest and I instantly rub at the pang of pain surging through it. Wolves, in general, really don’t care about their human selves and Sam is here just to prove that point.

If she dies - her soul will find a new body, a new vessel to merge with while mine will never recover. There will be no such thing as another life in my books. If I lose my wolf, my soul has no purpose anymore and it fades. While driven by the insane ignorance she will come back every time, I will fade.

I can feel her need to speak up, to comment on my thoughts, but before she can, I silence her with my words. “Okay. Whatever you wish, I will give that to you. It’s not like I have anything left to lose right?”

Instead of letting her comment, I block her out and start walking towards the buildings, heading to the apartment just like Elias said.

When I enter the vast living space, I want to drop and cry my heart out, but it’s too risky to let the emotions loose just yet, so I focus on the stuff I’m supposed to do first. A quick shower, a change of clothes and then I can return to school.

My entire body nearly freezes when I realize how stupid I’ll feel going back there. Just the thought of that quick kiss and my rant about not being gay makes me cringe. I can’t believe myself.

Thankfully, at least water is on my side, so I manage to relax a little while in the shower. I take longer than intended, but at least have enough brain power to toss on the old clothes before moving to my bedroom. Which is an amazing move given that once I open the bathroom door, I come face to face with Everett.

“Elias told me to come home and check on you. He said something about flight risk, but you look completely fine to me.” He mutters, eyes trained on something on the side of my neck.

I gulp, loudly, and open my mouth, but no word passes my lips. I try to force a sound, but even that doesn’t work.

I freeze when he raises his hand and runs his finger over my neck, catching a stray drop of water before it disappears under my shirt. Then, with his eyes boring into mine, Everett brings his finger to his lips and brushes it over them, as if soaking in the pleasure that stupid water drop provides him.

Goddess, he does look downright sinful right now. That, however, has to be a thought planted in my mind by one and only Sam - the horny wolf that can’t control herself whenever one of the triplets is in close proximity.

Somehow, I manage to clear my throat and attempt to slip past him, but Everett reaches over and stops me - his hand gripping my upper arm, holding me in place, a little too close for comfort.

“You look fine,” he rasps, sounding like he’s more surprised at his own actions than I am.

Nodding, I try to get away again. “I’m fine, thanks. Need to change into clean clothes and I’ll go back. Tell Elias I’m not a flight risk, no need to send babysitters my way.”

Everett chuckles and tightens his hold on me. “Not a babysitter, babe, I’d label myself a bodyguard, but not a babysitter.”

Has everyone around here lost their minds? What on Earth is happening with the people that surround me, and mainly the triplets?

A lump grows in my throat as his words sink in, and once again, I find myself completely speechless, unable to think of any words to spit back, let alone actually voice my jumbled thoughts.

Somehow, I gather the courage to force myself to speak up. “You can release me. We got past the misunderstanding - you’re an assigned bodyguard, not a babysitter. I can live with that. Now, if you would be so kind as to release me and let me get ready, I would highly appreciate that.”

Both of us can hear the plea in my voice, but Everett remains indifferent to it. As always, he does what he wants and completely disregards those that surround him.

His hand grips my upper arm so hard, I’m sure it will leave bruises as an imprint of his hold and before I can react, he’s leaning down and his lips connect with mine. Sparks explode, my knees go weak and any bit of fighting spirit within me fades as if it has never been with me.

When he pulls away, Everett licks his lips and smirks at the look on my face. Finally, he releases me and steps aside, letting me get past him, but I can’t force my legs to move.

“No idea what Ethan is talking about,” Everett grumbles. “Said something about the most magical experience in his lifetime, but kissing you doesn’t feel so magical after all. Suppose I just proved my baby brother’s a fuckin’ liar.”

Those words are enough to pull me out of the haze. I take off towards the room, slam the door and lock it behind me. I can still hear Everett laugh and call out, “I’ll be here, waiting for you! No way you’re going anywhere alone after Elias assigned me to take you back to school!”

I push my back against the door and slowly slide down until my ass hits the carpeted floor. Tears roll down my cheeks as Sam howls in pain at the top of her lungs.

That’s right, this is what you get for insisting you need those assholes, Sam - one tricky kiss and he’s putting you lower than the dirt under his soles. Enjoy your victory and tell me again how much their acceptance is worth more than my life.