The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 65

Catherine POV

My gaze landed on the beautiful blond-headed woman standing on the top step of the deck, looking down at us. Her composure was calm, yet her crystal blue eyes looked curiously toward me.

I narrowed my eyes, unsure what to make of the sudden interest.

"Why are you here?" Colt snapped, finding his voice after a moment of silence. His eyes had turned ice cold, and I internally shivered to see them like that. My gaze ended on the muscles around Colt's jaw; they were jumping out of pure anger, and his once handsome smile was now replaced by a hard, straight line.

Who was this woman?

Why is Colt so angry?

From where do the triplets know her?

And why would she come here unannounced?

"I needed to see if my boys were still alive," she said.

Sons? Is this woman Colt, Grey, and Samuel's mother?

My gaze snapped back toward the woman, and I searched for any sign that what she just said was true.

My gaze moved bewildered between the brothers and her, and I internally shook my head, making the obvious connection between them.

They have her eyes, her full lips, and her nose. I guess everything else they inherited from their father...

"Mother..." Colt growled, and I suspected that what she just said wasn't the truth. He must believe that she was lying.

Was she here to spy on them?

Or was she really the concerned mother?

"Colt," she said, pinning his gaze, crossing her arms around her chest, and lifting a perfect eyebrow.

Was she challenging him?

The atmosphere around me became thick, and I started to feel uncomfortable and nauseous.

"Sam," I said, tapping him on the shoulder. "Could you please take me back to my room? I would like to go and freshen up for dinner."

Sam turned his gaze toward Colt, then his mother. Both of them gave him a nod, and he carried me back in silence toward my bedroom.

My room still smelled of the triplets and sex, even though it was hours ago.

Sam helped me off his back onto the bed, not saying a word, and rushed toward the bathroom, drawing me a bath.

Then he came back and entered my walk-in closet, searching for clothes for me.

By this time, I had enough of this silly silence, and I wanted to know what the hell was going on.

"Sam," I called.

"Yeah?" He said, not really bothered to peek his head out.

"What's your mother doing here?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

Sam turned quiet again.

Was he avoiding the subject?

And if he was, why?

But after a short pause, I could hear him sigh, and a second or five later, he walked out of the closet with his head on his chest.

"That bad, huh?" I asked.

Sam shook his head and peeked at me from under his eyelashes.

"Then what is it?" I asked.

He took a seat next to me, taking my hands in his.

"As you know, my brothers and I have gone on a search for our fated mate or mates for a couple of months," he said, and I nodded my head.

Grey told me. That was one of the main reasons why Grey and Sam were constantly fighting: Sam couldn't keep it in his pants.

"We told our mother. Well, both of our parents know about you," he said, getting up.

Why was Sam so nervous? This wasn't a normal thing. Sam is laid back and calm. What wasn't he telling me?

"Okay," I said, "so what is the issue?"

Sam's gaze snapped to me, and worry crossed his eyes.

"There isn't an issue," he said. "It's just..."

"You didn't tell her who I was?" I asked.

"Yeah! It is just a bit more complicated than just that," he said.

I nodded in understanding.

"She doesn't know I am disabled," I said, feeling my heart sink.

"No."

"Does she have an issue with wolves with disabilities?" I asked, feeling myself choke on the last word.

"No, no, no, princess," Sam said, and he came and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. His eyes looked a bit guilty. "My mother doesn't have an issue with that. My grandmother was in a wheelchair, and we managed. She loved her until her death."

"Then what is the issue?" I asked. "Why are you waiting to mark me until after the Alpha ceremony?"

Sam looked like a deer caught in headlights; he wasn't prepared for me to ask the question.

"Colt thought it would be best to do it then," he eventually answered.

"Why?"

"He is... We are just protecting you," he said, his eyes pleading. "We don't want to rush you."

"Sam," I said, looking him straight in the eye. "I hope you know that I can see that you are holding something."

"I-I-I am not," he stuttered nervously.

"Okay," I said, and Sam visibly relaxed.

"I'll go check on your bath," he said.

I nodded, letting Sam leave.

Yet my heart and mind were in battle. My heart said to trust what Sam said, yet my mind screamed that they were keeping me a secret!

Why would they do such a thing?

Was it because of my disability?

Was it now becoming a problem for them?

Have they come to their senses and want to reject me?

"Let's get you in the bath," Sam said as he entered the room.

But before he could lift me off the bed and carry me off to the bath, I spilled the unfiltered thoughts my heart and mind were fighting about.

"I think you are keeping me a secret," I said, and Sam's arms froze around me.

That confirmed my suspicion.

"I just wonder when you are going to decide to reject me and throw me to the wolves."

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