The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 111

Colt's POV

I woke up feeling refreshed and energetic, yet confused by my surroundings.

I scanned the room, noticing it wasn't mine, and took a whiff of my surroundings.

The once-intoxicating scent of caramel still lingers in the room, but it is already hours old.

This was Kate's room!

Where was she, and how the hell did I end up here?

How long was I asleep?

And what made me so exhausted?

My mind was blank; I had no answers to my questions. Yet a nagging feeling crept up in the back of my mind that I already knew the answers to all my questions. It was just out of my reach; they were lost in my dreams.

What was I forgetting?

What was so important?

Why did I feel, deep down, so happy and excited?

Why can't I think straight?

I sighed, shifted my legs off the bed, and grabbed my shirt.

I had better find out where my brothers have gone.

Why didn't they wake me? We had so many things we needed to attend to today.

Did they take Kate to town?

Did they show Kate her new room?

Have the visiting packs arrived?

"Where are you at?" I mind-linked my brothers, getting off the bed.

My head felt a bit heavy, and my legs felt a bit shaky because of the long, deep sleep I had.

"Aw, finally sleeping beauty decided to get up!" Sam mused over the link.

"It's about time!" Grey's worried voice came over the link. "We were about to call the doctor to check up on you!"

"We were bloody worried, bro!" Sam added.

"How are you feeling right now?" Grey asked.

"Are you still tired?" Sam asked. "Do we need to get Grandpa an energy drink?"

"Where the f*ck are you?" I growled over the link, feeling my head sting, and I grabbed the side of my head. Sam and Grey chuckled amusedly at my outburst.

But I wasn't laughing. My head pounded uncontrollably.

"So much for feeling energetic and refreshed a few seconds ago," I moaned under my breath.

Werewolves don't get random headaches, and I haven't been drinking, so this wasn't a hangover.

"We are in our quarters," Grey said.

"We are helping Kate to sort her room," Sam added.

My heart sank.

My brothers were helping Kate without me.

I missed Kate's surprise. My brothers didn't wait for me.

I suddenly felt sad, like a failure.

"I'll be right there," I growled over the link, but my growl sounded off as if it carried no weight.

I sighed, disappointed in myself, pulled the shirt over my head, and rushed out of the room.

Kate pushed her wheelchair towards the entrance the second she saw me enter the quarters.

Worry lines were engraved on her beautiful face, and her green eyes lost their color and spark and looked dull and tired.

"Oh, Colt, you are awake!" she said, stumbling over her words as she stopped her wheelchair a couple of feet in front of me. "I was so worried. How are you feeling?"

"I'm totally fine," I said.

Why was she so worried?

I was just tired...

Tired—the same feeling I was having now. Again!

What was up with that?

A yawn escaped my lips, feeling as if all my energy was slowly draining from me.

"Colt?" Sam said, walking closer. "Are you okay?"

"Why do you look like you are about to pass out again?" Grey asked.

"I-I," my tongue turned thick, and my mouth dried, as if I were allergic to something in the room.

I swallowed hard and slowly shook my head, unable to form the words.

The next moment, I gasped for air, and I took a step back.

Small black spots appeared in front of my eyes, and I struggled to breathe.

Am I going to pass out and suffocate?

Strong arms grabbed hold of me as I crumbled to the floor.

What the f*ck was happening to me?

"Get him outside and call the doctor," Kate said.

Sam and Grey carried me out onto the balcony and sat me down on a chair.

I gulped down mouths full of fresh air, fighting against the suffocating feeling.

"Colt?" Sam called. "How do you feel now? Are you breathing better?"

I nodded slowly, my eyes wide out of fear and panic.

This has never happened to me before.

Movement caught my eye, and I turned my gaze to see who it was.

"Where is he?" My mother’s hysterical voice echoed in my ears.

"My poor son!" She yelled and ran to me. "What have you done to him?" She yelled at Kate. "Keep that thing away from him!"

Kate looked at her in fear, shaking in her seat. Her gaze slowly moved to mine.

She swallowed hard, and her eyes turned red. I could see that she knew we had lied and that we were trying to hide my mother's feelings from her.

Why would my mother believe it was Kate?

She didn't touch me. She didn't even come close to me.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs.

A faint scent of caramel still lingered in the air, yet there was something different. There is something a bit more intoxicating about it.

The scent was driving me to go to her. To touch Kate and tell her everything would be okay.

I wanted to tell her that whatever this was, we would find a way to work through it.

Was I now blaming Kate?

"Colt," my mother called. "Look at me!"

She grabbed my face and turned it toward her, forcing me to look at her.

Did I look so out of it?

Yet I refused to give my mother any of my attention; my focus was pinned on Kate.

A single tear escaped Kate's beautiful forest green eyes and ran down her already flustered, worried face. My heart hurtfully pinched in my chest, and I moaned out loud at the discomfort.

This isn't her fault!

She didn't do this to me!

Something else or someone else must be blamed!

"Sam," I managed to link, "Go to Kate and calm her down. She needs you now!"

"But..." he started to argue. Worry was reflected in his eyes; he had never seen me like this. No one has!

Why was I the only one affected?

"Just go!" I cut him off, taking a shallow breath. "I will be fine."

My gaze moved to my mother.

Who told her I was...?

What was I? Sick? Stressed? What was I having? A panic attack?

Ray stirred in my mind but didn't come forward. I could feel him excited about something.

What was I missing?

Why couldn't I remember?

Why do I have a feeling that I know what is wrong with me?

That was when something snapped inside me—remembering the words my mother spat a few seconds ago.

My gaze snapped back toward my mother, and she took a quick step back out of fear and gasped.

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