The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 127

Catherine POV

It was hard to say goodbye to my family, but they needed to return to the pack.

"Bye, sis," Jimmy said, hugging me. "Look after yourself and the little beans."

I chuckled at the name he gave the pups, yet I felt emotional too.

"I will," I said, blinking the tears away. "Don't be a stranger; come visit soon."

"I will," Jimmy said. "I might just run the route the triplets used to do."

My mother was next, giving me a warm and powerful hug.

We exchanged some words, and she got into the SUV.

"Catherine," my father said, opening his arms to me. I pushed the wheelchair closer, and as he bent down, I grabbed him around the neck and hugged him for dear life.

"Take care," he said, rubbing my back to calm me. "And call me if you need anything."

"I will," I said, letting go of him and moving away so he could get in the car.

"We will see you soon," he said.

"Don't be a stranger," Jimmy yelled from the backseat. "Silver Moonstone is still your home. You are still the heir to the throne!"

I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I already have a throne—one with wheels," I chirped.

"I know," he yelled, "but this one is bigger and more your style!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

My father instructed Beta Harold to start driving.

I watched as my family drove off, leaving me waving until they disappeared down the driveway and out of sight.

"Let's get you inside," David said, coming down the steps. "Before you catch a cold."

I nodded, not saying a word.

Winter was almost upon us, and the lazy autumn breeze was its messenger. I had a feeling that this winter would be a cold one.

David lifted me, chair and all, and carried me up the few steps to the front door. It was easier that way than to try and pull the wheelchair up the few steps.

"Where are your brothers?" I asked as he pushed me down the hallway.

"I think they are in the Colt's office," David answered.

I nodded in response.

Colt has been avoiding me for the last couple of hours. He sent David to accompany me throughout the day.

Was he really that pissed at me?

Did I hurt his feelings?

He surely must know that I wasn't referring to them.

I sighed.

I could understand why Colt felt like this, and I thought about what he said.

Yet, it wasn't them I was worried about. I was worried that Sarah might try her luck with one of the boys.

"Don't look so miserable," David said. "My brothers wouldn't stay angry at you too long. By this time, Colt had forgotten about this morning and had moved on. I am pretty sure they are just busy with the Alpha Ceremony preparation."

My head snapped towards him, and David came to a stop.

"What?" he asked. "What did I say wrong?"

"Gosh," I said. "I had forgotten that the ceremony is due next weekend."

David chuckled, amused, behind me.

"Already having a pregnancy brain?" He teased.

Pregnancy—my mind wandered off to Sam. I was nervous about telling him that I was pregnant, but everything ended up well.

"What's the big secret?" Sam asked, taking one of my hands in his and pressing a soft butterfly kiss on my knuckles.

I lifted my other hand, traced the mark on the side of Sam's face, and narrowed my eyes.

"Were you in some kind of fight?" I asked, deliberately changing the subject again.

"It's nothing," he said.

"It doesn't look like it's nothing to me," I argued, pulling my hands back.

Why doesn't Sam want to tell me what happened?

Will it anger and upset me?

Was he scared of my reaction?

"Princess," Sam said, taking both of my hands in his huge ones. "I am dying here. Please tell me before I lose my mind."

I dropped my gaze to my lap, fiddling with the hem of my dress.

My eyes caught movement, and I saw Grey disappear into my closet.

I sighed and internally rolled my eyes. Grey was doing this on purpose.

"I'm... uhm... well," I hesitated, feeling my face warm.

Sam knitted his eyebrows together, looking at me all confused.

I guess he couldn't understand what I was hesitating to tell him.

"What is it?" He whispered. "You know you can tell me anything," he said, lifting my chin to look at him.

"I'm..." I swallowed hard against the lump forming in my throat, took a deep breath, and muttered the words that I thought would never pass my lips.

"I'm pregnant." The last word was barely a whisper.

Sam froze. This was surely the last thing he expected me to say.

When Sam didn't say anything, I slowly lifted my gaze and peeked under my lashes.

I was surprised at what I saw—Sam had the biggest and brightest smile frozen on his lips.

"Are you kidding me right now?" He asked, his gaze moving back to me. "Tell me you are not lying!"

"I'm not," I said. "The doctor confirmed it just a few minutes ago. Ask Grey if you don't..."

Before I could finish defending myself, Sam had me in his arms and was twirling in circles, chanting the words, "I am going to be a father! I am going to be a father!"

I have never seen him that happy and excited.

"What do you know about pregnancy brain?" Sarah's voice echoed through the quiet hallway, bringing me back to my present.

My eyes shifted to the stairs where she was standing, and something cold and unsettling crept inside of me. Sarah had crossed her arms around her chest, her expression cold and her movements calculated. Her strawberry-colored hair looked even redder than usual.

What was her case? Why did she look and act so differently than a few days ago?

David brought the wheelchair to a stop, glaring at Sarah.

"Probably more than you," David growled.

"Is that so?" She sneered. "You are what? Fifteen?"

"Seventeen!" David corrected her. "At least I know how to respect my best friend's boundaries!"

I bit down hard, trying not to burst out laughing. The boys might think that having Sarah here was a good thing, but David didn't like that idea at all.

"You!" Sarah snapped, turning red in her face. "I didn't do it..."

I lifted my hand to stop Sarah.

"Spare us the details," I said calmly. "David doesn't need to know what happened—no one does. It's something that happened between you and Brian. Keep it that way!"

I gestured to David that I wanted to leave, and he started pushing the wheelchair forward.

Sarah jumped in front of the wheelchair, placing her hands on the armrest and bringing us to a standstill.

"Move out of the way!" David roared.

"No!" Sarah growled darkly. "Not until Kate and I come to some kind of agreement!"

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