Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 53

Ashley pov

With every passing moment, Everett becomes more aggressive, so although we’re stuck in my fantasy, I need to get to him - need to open his eyes to reality. Or at least as much of reality as I can offer in this weird situation.

Slowly, I lift my hand to place it over Everett’s and gently pull it away from me. Then, I repeat the same action, not breaking eye contact with him the entire time.

When I’m finally free of his grip, I force a smile and take a step back. “Everett, you need to listen to me, okay?” I start in a gentle whisper.

He stands frozen, almost like he’s thinking for a bit and then, eventually nods his head. Everett doesn’t look any less angry, but at least he’s a little more civilized now.

This time, I really need to put up a brave face if I want to escape this weird situation. With a nod of my own, I release a heavy breath and brace myself for a possible anger outburst to follow.

“Are you calm?” I ask, just in case.

He gives me that classic - I don’t give a rat’s ass - stare and I roll my eyes at him.

“Welcome back, Everett, it’s nice to see you instead of that manic dude who just tried to rip my arms out of my shoulders,” I mutter, well aware that I’m at a massive risk of pissing him off.

Thankfully, instead of another shit storm, I earn a self-satisfied grin. Everett crosses his arms in front of his chest and arches an eyebrow before he clears his throat, “so? Are you going to keep beating around the bush or are you ready to tell me whatever you wanted me to listen to, hmm?”

Once again, I just roll my eyes at his audacity. I swear, I’ve never met anyone more arrogant and cocky than the triplets. Even the devil himself Kaiden couldn’t reach their level if he tried.

“Yes, I would love to say something. Before you freak out again, I need to remind you that it’s best to keep your mind open, okay?”

He hums and nods. “Okay.”

Well, that was easy. Too easy? Definitely suspiciously easy, yes.

“This,” I start and gesture around us. “This isn’t real. None of it. You’re somehow stuck in my fantasy land adventure with me. In reality, I’m sitting in the magic classroom, learning how to enter fantasies or whatever the Professor called it. The most important thing to know is that this isn’t real. You’re not even real.”

For a brief moment, he seems so perplexed, the poor guy looks like I’ve caught him off guard.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t last because soon after, the insane anger reappears and Everett is back at my throat once again.

“Fuck that shit, Ash. Feed your nonsense to someone who fucking cares. Here I was, trying my goddamn hardest to give you the benefit of the doubt and you threw it all in my face. Seriously, I’m done messing around and playing by your rules. It’s my rules now. If you’re half as smart as you come across, you know confessing everything is best for you.” He spits every word with so much hatred, I find myself walking back just to increase the distance between us.

At one point, I even start chanting that he isn’t real, but no matter how many times I repeat the words in my mind - he still stands here, right in front of my eyes, looking like he’s planning how to cut my body in parts and where to store those.

Even when my back hits a tree and I’m forced to stop, I still keep hopelessly chanting that Everett is but a fragment of my imagination.

“Are you going to confess or do I really have to go down the hard way?” Everett asks as he lazily steps closer, clearly amused.

“T-the hard w-way?” I barely stutter.

“Torture, Ash, if I can’t get the information out by being the nice guy, I must do it the other way around. I know my way around dealing with rats, if you catch my drift.” He says and starts wiggling his eyebrows, I’m sure to taunt me.

With every step Everett takes, my heart beats a little faster, the sweat on my forehead appears heavier and my breaths become more hollow. I have no idea how to break out of this fantasy, so all that’s left is to stand tall and pretend I can deal with anything.

Once he gets close enough for me to see the hidden fury in his eyes, I realize it would be for the best if I confess. Anything, literally anything would do.

Sucking in a shaky breath, I raise my hand to stop him. “Fine,” I hear myself say as Everett freezes in his step. “I will tell you my secret then, just don’t get any closer than you already are.”

Is this a stupid move? Yes. Will I regret the decision I’m taking? Most likely. Do I have any other choice? No, it doesn’t seem so.

All I can do is that the secrets I reveal in this supposed fantasy land won’t come to light once I break out of this adventure.

The Professor never mentioned this experience is real anyway, so what bad could come out of coming clean? A lot of bad, obviously, but every time I have spoken my truth so far has made me feel more at ease, so to hell with this.

“Come on, I don’t have all day to wait. Spill it,” Everett snarls and steps closer again.

“I’m not a guy. There. I’m a girl, pretending to be a guy to attend the Academy. You got my damn truth, hope you’re happy. Now, leave me alone.” The words are forced, unpleasant even, but at least they don’t leave a bitter aftertaste in my throat.

“What? Why would you pretend to be a guy? Don’t chicks from Alpha families get more perks? I don’t get it.” Everett mutters and takes another step closer, but the anger has faded and now, he’s approaching me with caution.

I feel like a cornered animal as everything spills out of me. The hurt, the betrayal, the rejection - I don’t spare a detail. In a sense, doing this makes me feel like I’ve just stripped myself bare in front of him and let him deep into my soul.

I expect more taunts to come, or at least anything that could downgrade my worth in his eyes, but Everett decides to completely catch me off guard as he closes the distance between us, places his hands on my cheeks and leans in for a kiss.

As soon as our lips touch, a surge of electricity travels through me, freezing me for a moment. I’ve heard of the effect mates have on each other but never thought I would really experience it.

The word mate starts echoing in my mind like a massive red flag, so I try to push him away before Everett realizes who he is to me. I try my damndest to keep him away, but the more I push back, the more he leans in until eventually, I let myself give in.

We’re nothing but fragments of my fantasy here and for this brief moment, although imaginary, I let myself have this. Have him.