The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 103

Catherine POV

It was just before dinner when we arrived back at White River Pack, and I was physically and mentally exhausted.

Colt decided that it was his turn to escort me back to my room, and he was happily pushing the wheelchair down the long hallway while I was dreaming of taking a long and relaxing bath.

"Did you enjoy our little trip downtown?" Colt asked.

"Yes, thank you," I said, and I turned my head to look at him. "It was a good ending for a bad morning."

Colt chuckled; he knew exactly where I was hinting at.

"Hopefully tomorrow morning will be better," he said.

"I hope so," I answered. "I don't think I have the energy to play hero again."

My thoughts trailed off as my gaze landed on my bedroom door, and a cold feeling washed over me.

Why was the door unlocked and open?

I was pretty sure I locked the door before leaving for town.

Did one of the boys go back and forget to lock it?

"Colt, did you send someone to my room?" I asked.

Colt was startled by my question, and he narrowed his eyes and lifted his gaze.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "It might be housekeeping who forgot to lock up after they came to clean and tidy the room."

I nodded in understanding, yet I couldn't shake the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

When we reached my room, Colt went around and pushed the door open.

My heart sank, and my hands flew to my lips as I gasped in horror.

Colt froze in his tracks as he saw the same scene as I did.

Everything in my room was destroyed.

"Sh*t," Colt said, wide-eyed, staring at the mess on the floor.

I pushed the wheelchair forward, and Colt stepped to the side so that I could pass him.

I sighed, annoyed, as my gaze moved over the contents on the floor. My clothes were scattered all around the room.

I picked up some pieces of clothing from the floor and noticed they were shredded and ripped to no repair.

I pushed the wheelchair to the walk-in clothes and opened the doors. The mess inside was even worse.

None of my shoes have survived.

"Why would someone do this?" I whispered, horrified. "Are people this desperate to get rid of me?"

Colt froze by my bed and slowly shook his head.

"Oh, Goddess, no!" I growled as I pushed the wheelchair closer.

Every photo of my family was ripped to pieces and dumped on the bed.

Whoever did this had no respect for anyone's belongings.

I was shocked when I saw my favorite duvet ripped through the middle. It has carried so many childhood memories and has come a long way with me. I was angry that it had gone to war against an unknown enemy, but not sad that I had lost it. It was already old, the material was brittle, and it had seen better days in the early years of my life.

Colt's gaze moved to a chair where a knitted soft beige blanket—my grandmother made it for me—used to lay, and he picked it up from the floor.

"Everything in this room is replaceable, even the pictures," I said tiredly. "The only thing that has sentimental value is the blanket."

Tears started to burn behind my eyelids. It was the only thing I had left from my grandmother, and now someone had deliberately destroyed it.

The only thing that was left intact was the furniture that belonged to the pack.

This must be a pack member's doing.

Colt slowly turned his gaze toward me. His eyes carried pity and sadness, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

Was he feeling sorry for me?

Did he know who did this?

Then, in the next second, Sam and Grey rushed into the room.

"What the f*ck happened?" Sam asked, and his voice died off when he saw the mess.

"Who did this?" Grey roared out in anger.

"You called them?" I asked. They didn't need to see this.

Colt nodded his head.

"Why?" I asked. It was embarrassing enough.

"I had to," he said. "This concerns us all."

Sam started to shake uncontrollably, and Colt and Grey moved away.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"Sam is losing his cool," Grey said in fear.

I tried to push past Colt, but Grey blocked me off.

"Let me pass!" I hissed. "I can calm him down! He needs me."

"It is too dangerous!" Grey argues.

"He will not hurt me!" I said. "I am his mate!"

Grey and Colt looked at one another before Colt nodded, and Grey moved out of the way.

"Sam," I called, moving forward toward him. "Please calm down..."

Sam shook his head, his body shaking even worse; his eyes had already turned black. Luka has taken over!

A cold feeling ran down my spine, yet I refused to give up. Sam was my mate, and he needed help.

"Luka, Luka, please, calm down!" I called and stretched out my hand to touch him.

I tried to keep my tone as even as possible, even though I was still upset.

Sam's hands shifted into claws, and startled, I pulled back my hand. Sam threw his head back, releasing a terrifying howl.

I ignored it and stretched my arm out again.

I refused to be scared of him.

"Luka, Luka, please don't lose control in here. It is going to make things worse," I told him, rubbing his arm. "Luka, I am okay, I promise. Please just calm down. Please listen to me. Please give Sam back control."

Sparks erupted under my fingertips, and Luka visibly calmed down.

"Will you do as I ask?" I said, and Luka slowly nodded.

"I am just going to give you some space to calm down," I said, pushing the wheelchair backward.

Luka swallowed hard, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath before his claws changed back to his hands.

"That's right," I mused. "Take another big breath and calm down. I am here for you."

Luka did as I asked, taking a deep breath, then opened his eyes and looked at me, and a small, painful, sad smile followed on his lips.

Sam was back, and that was all that mattered!

Thank the Goddess for that!

Sam took two huge steps toward me, squatted, and laid his head on my lap. His body was shaking under my hands.

Was he sad?

Was he upset?

I silently combed my fingers through Sam's silky back hair, and his breathing started to slow.

"I'm sorry," he eventually said.

"For what?" I asked, feeling my insides hurt from seeing him like that.

"For scaring you!" he said.

"Oh, Sam," I said, cupping his face and pulling him closer. "Sh*t happens, and we accept it and move on."

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