The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 139

Catherine POV

"Hi," I said, pushing the wheelchair into our quarters. The boys were all sitting in the sitting room, looking as if I had just interrupted a deep and important discussion.

Sam was the first to jump to his feet, coming closer to meet me.

"And how was your day?" He asked, bending down and kissing me on the cheek.

"It was good; thank you," I said.

Sam grabbed the wheelchair handles and steered me toward the sitting room, toward his brothers.

Colt nodded his head and turned his attention toward me. Did he just have a private conversation with Grey?

Were they hiding something from me again?

"David came to see me," I said when Grey turned his attention toward me. "He has been released this morning."

"We heard," Colt said, getting to his feet. "The doctor called and informed me."

Colt bent down and kissed my forehead, then searched my gaze and smiled.

"David just needs to keep himself out of trouble for a couple of days, and he will be fit as a fiddle."

I nodded, even though I wasn't too happy about that fact.

"It is just a pity I couldn't do more for him," I said, feeling the sadness cross my heart.

"Hey, hey, hey," Colt said, lifting my chin to look at him. "You did more than anyone could ask from you. You brought him back, and you saved his life. His wolf is just taking longer to heal, and that's not your fault. It could have happened to anyone."

I nodded my head and gave Colt a weak smile.

I knew it wasn't my fault, but I kept wondering if I was able to do more. Was it possible for me to heal a person fully? Or could I just keep them from dying?

"Come on," Sam chirped. "Let me draw you a bath before you go out on your appointment."

Sam started pushing the wheelchair toward my room.

"Are you still doing the girls' night thing tonight?" Colt asked, and Sam came to a stop.

"According to Sarah, yes!" I said.

I haven't had a girl's night in forever, and I was sort of excited about it.

Sarah did all the organizing, and the boys arranged our snacks and drinks for us. We would be staying over in Sarah's room for the night, watching movies, painting nails, and just doing girly stuff.

"No hard drinking!" Grey warned from his seat.

He has been acting coldly towards me for the last couple of days, and I wonder if it has to do with the pups.

The pups were in good health. Colt had taken me for a checkup at the infirmary the night of the attack to make sure that they didn't get hurt when David dropped me on the ground.

The doctor did his checks and confirmed the pups were healthy.

The only out-of-place thing was that the pups were growing at an incredible speed.

"The fetus's age is around three months," the doctor said, gesturing to the two blips on the monitor.

"That's impossible," I said. "I only started having intercourse recently."

Some unknown emotion crossed Colt's cold blue eyes, and my heart started to race out of panic.

Usually, a werewolf pregnancy would last for seven months, but this meant I was due anytime soon.

Was Colt doubting me? Was he thinking I slept around?

"I was..." I squeaked out my defenses, afraid of what Colt must think.

"I know you were." Colt stopped me, taking my hands in his and smiling. "I believe you. You don't need to explain."

I sighed, relieved.

"I will do some tests then," the doctor said, looking between the two of us. "And try to find out why the pups are growing at such a rapid speed."

We both nodded, thanked the doctor, and Colt picked me off the bed. He carried me back to my room, drew me a bath, and helped me into the tub.

"Colt," I called, grabbing hold of his wrist. I didn't want him to leave me alone. I was worried.

Colt slowly dropped his gaze down on me and found my gaze.

Something must have told him not to leave and tell me what was going on. He took a long, deep breath, dropped his shoulders, and squatted next to the tub.

My gaze traveled over his blood-smeared face; his eyes looked tired and worried. Yet I couldn't shake the nagging feeling at the back of my mind that he wasn't totally honest about something. Why was he reacting so calmly to the news when he heard how far pregnant I was?

"You know what is going on with the pups?" I asked.

Colt slowly nodded his head, yet he hesitated to answer me. Were my pups going to die?

"I do," he eventually answered, seeing me worried. "But it's nothing that you need to worry about."

I slowly nodded my head and stared down at my belly.

"Why don't you want to tell me?" I asked, searching his gaze.

Colt sighed and gave me a soft smile.

"Because there's nothing you can fix," he said. "Now lay back and relax. I will go get your things ready."

Colt left me in my thoughts and still hasn't told me what was going on. Every time the pup subject came up, he would find a way to ignore my questions.

"I wasn't planning to," I snapped at Grey, rubbing my belly. Grey might be an asshole toward me at the moment, but I would never hurt my pups deliberately.

"You better not," he said. "You know you need to be extra careful."

I nodded and gestured to Sam that I wished to leave.

Once inside, Sam closes the door behind us.

"Ignore Grey," Sam chirped. "Go and enjoy tonight and have fun. One of these days we will have pups running around, and you will be exhausted."

I nodded, didn't say anything, and pushed the wheelchair toward the bathroom.

Sam followed and opened the tub taps. He poured some scented crystals into the water and helped me get undressed.

A breath escaped my lips when Sam helped me into the bath.

"What is bothering you?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said, and I gave him a weak smile.

"You know that I can feel your emotions. Lying to me is like lying to yourself," Sam said, taking a seat on the side of the tub. "So tell me what's bothering you."

"Grey," I said. "He's been acting weirdly. Almost coldly toward me ever since he heard how far pregnant I am."

Sam laughed, shaking his head.

"I don't think that is what's bothering him," Sam said. "We all knew you were pure when we all first had you."

"Then why is he acting so coldly? Is it because of the rogues?" I asked, feeling frustrated.

"Yeah," Sam said, nodding his head. "That is one of the main reasons. Grey likes to be in control. He likes to plan things to the finest detail, and he doesn't like it one bit when things don't go his way. I am the happy-go-lucky one; I just go with the flow. Colt, on the other hand, would easily change strategy when things got out of control."

"But not Grey..." I said.

"Nope," Sam agreed. "He only sees things in black and white. There is no color in between or any shade or depth of gray."

"Then why is he taking it out on me?" I snapped.

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